Ti'Arad
Dec 21, 2005 16:02:31 GMT -5
Post by aster on Dec 21, 2005 16:02:31 GMT -5
Full Name : Arad Tradersdaughter
Other name : Arad, Jeirri Smithsson (disguise).
Race: :Half-Dwarf Human Rider
Side : Empire
Birthplace : Forests of Dûrgrimst Tiernost
Age : 17
Gender : Female
Birthday : 13 June
Eyes : Blue
Hair : Ginger, cropped and frizzy.(Color, style, length etc)
Weight : Around 7-10 st.
Height : Lower reaches of 5 feet. Quite Short.
Magic User : Yes, though she prefers weaponed combat.
Clothing : Coarse cream shirt under a brown jerkin. Russet or black belted trousers, scuffed brown boots.
Preferred Weapon(s) :
-Short, double bladed battle axe, smaller than that which dwarven warriors are prone to carry. Blades are asymmetrical and are fashioned in the likeness of wings, though there are few details to it. A single black gem (black tourmaline to be specific) is set into the handle.
-A short sword with points and additional curves to the blade closer to the cross gaurd. The blade as a whole is serrated with small pointed teeth and the hilt is made of the same black stone as is set into the the axe's handle.
-A bronze helm with a nose gaurd and two small white metal wings forged either side.
Personality : Arad is cold, well mannered, slightly bitter and not much accustomed to comany, as I will explain in her history. She is unchecked in her arrogance , and has passed a fair few of her own indesirable qualities onto her dragon, Rhanna. All said, though, she has enough sense to realise how to act in the presence of authority and her superiors. She uses her emotions as tools, and attempts to maintain a cool, stoic front in the company of others. She has a loose moral fibre and is prone to act on impulse, though that does not stop her from regetting her actions afterwards.
Likes/Dislikes : Arad is prone to dislike anyone or anything which may threaten her own standing. She has a deep love, as do all riders, for her dragon and the fact that she will never abandon her. She greatly dislikes the Ra'zac, side with them as she may, she believes them freaks and monsters. She also has a long standing hatred for the Varden and its rebels.Naturally, herself half dwarf, she dislikes all elves no matter who they side with, as their indecisive and vague natures irk her.
Family : To the best of her knowledge, she is an only child, and her only remaining family is her father Eron,a part dwarf (less than half) merchant trader. She has had no contact with her father for several years, partly because she has no wish to associate herself with him any futher and partly because she has no idea where he is.
Brief History : Arad was raised by her father, and most of, if not all of her early life was spent on the road. Her father, being a merchant he rarely resided in the same town for more than a week, allowing her little chance to associate with people her own age. Even on the few occasions they travelled as part of a caravan, she was not much liked by any of the children her own age, so she withdrew into herself. When she hit adolescence, she often fought with her father, his presence suffocating her, it seemed. She soon grew tired of the constant bickering and arguing and ran away when the caravan halted for the night. Leaving the camp, she stole the bronze helm from her fathers wagon to spite him as well as enough food to last her until she found a town to gather provisions. She had travelled a pitifully short distance before she was picked up by empire slavers heading for Dras-leona. In the shadow of Helgrind she was bought as a house slave by a wealthy scolar fascinated by the notion of dragons.
When the catured dragon eggs where brought to Dras-Leona in the same fashion as was Saphira's ferried between the Varden and the Elves, her master jumped at the chance to touch himself. Intrigued, Arad *kindly* offered to take the place of one of the scolar's younger escorts. In the great cathedral many people where qued to slide their hands over the dragon-stones, it wasn't hard for Arad to do the same. There was a bright flash of coloured light as she palmed the black egg, and her hand burned fiercely (Yes I know it's meant to be a dragon hatchling but she's got to have some kind of indication doesn't she?) The priests where excited and her master was awestrucken. The egg was her's to keep they said. They took her from the scholars house hold and sent her to the capital with an escort of season gaurds. She had become a rider of the empire.
Anything extra :
-Arad's dragon is called Rhanna, She's black and larger than normal. I'd say more but there are things better said in role play.
-She never knew her mother, as she died in child birth and cannot remember anything of Tiernost, the lands of the drawf clan she was born in.
*Crosses fingers*
Other name : Arad, Jeirri Smithsson (disguise).
Race: :
Side : Empire
Birthplace : Forests of Dûrgrimst Tiernost
Age : 17
Gender : Female
Birthday : 13 June
Eyes : Blue
Hair : Ginger, cropped and frizzy.(Color, style, length etc)
Weight : Around 7-10 st.
Height : Lower reaches of 5 feet. Quite Short.
Magic User : Yes, though she prefers weaponed combat.
Clothing : Coarse cream shirt under a brown jerkin. Russet or black belted trousers, scuffed brown boots.
Preferred Weapon(s) :
-Short, double bladed battle axe, smaller than that which dwarven warriors are prone to carry. Blades are asymmetrical and are fashioned in the likeness of wings, though there are few details to it. A single black gem (black tourmaline to be specific) is set into the handle.
-A short sword with points and additional curves to the blade closer to the cross gaurd. The blade as a whole is serrated with small pointed teeth and the hilt is made of the same black stone as is set into the the axe's handle.
-A bronze helm with a nose gaurd and two small white metal wings forged either side.
Personality : Arad is cold, well mannered, slightly bitter and not much accustomed to comany, as I will explain in her history. She is unchecked in her arrogance , and has passed a fair few of her own indesirable qualities onto her dragon, Rhanna. All said, though, she has enough sense to realise how to act in the presence of authority and her superiors. She uses her emotions as tools, and attempts to maintain a cool, stoic front in the company of others. She has a loose moral fibre and is prone to act on impulse, though that does not stop her from regetting her actions afterwards.
Likes/Dislikes : Arad is prone to dislike anyone or anything which may threaten her own standing. She has a deep love, as do all riders, for her dragon and the fact that she will never abandon her. She greatly dislikes the Ra'zac, side with them as she may, she believes them freaks and monsters. She also has a long standing hatred for the Varden and its rebels.
Family : To the best of her knowledge, she is an only child, and her only remaining family is her father Eron,
Brief History : Arad was raised by her father, and most of, if not all of her early life was spent on the road. Her father, being a merchant he rarely resided in the same town for more than a week, allowing her little chance to associate with people her own age. Even on the few occasions they travelled as part of a caravan, she was not much liked by any of the children her own age, so she withdrew into herself. When she hit adolescence, she often fought with her father, his presence suffocating her, it seemed. She soon grew tired of the constant bickering and arguing and ran away when the caravan halted for the night. Leaving the camp, she stole the bronze helm from her fathers wagon to spite him as well as enough food to last her until she found a town to gather provisions. She had travelled a pitifully short distance before she was picked up by empire slavers heading for Dras-leona. In the shadow of Helgrind she was bought as a house slave by a wealthy scolar fascinated by the notion of dragons.
When the catured dragon eggs where brought to Dras-Leona in the same fashion as was Saphira's ferried between the Varden and the Elves, her master jumped at the chance to touch himself. Intrigued, Arad *kindly* offered to take the place of one of the scolar's younger escorts. In the great cathedral many people where qued to slide their hands over the dragon-stones, it wasn't hard for Arad to do the same. There was a bright flash of coloured light as she palmed the black egg, and her hand burned fiercely (Yes I know it's meant to be a dragon hatchling but she's got to have some kind of indication doesn't she?) The priests where excited and her master was awestrucken. The egg was her's to keep they said. They took her from the scholars house hold and sent her to the capital with an escort of season gaurds. She had become a rider of the empire.
Anything extra :
-Arad's dragon is called Rhanna, She's black and larger than normal. I'd say more but there are things better said in role play.
-She never knew her mother, as she died in child birth and cannot remember anything of Tiernost, the lands of the drawf clan she was born in.
*Crosses fingers*
