Fäolin Nädindel
Jun 5, 2008 19:12:59 GMT -5
Post by Fäolin Nädindel on Jun 5, 2008 19:12:59 GMT -5
Full Name: Fäolin Nädindel
Other name: Agaetí (To his Supporters); Graceful Urgal (To his Detestors)
Known as: Eärendur (To those who have yet to gain his trust)
Race:: Elf Magician
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Ellesméra
Age: 141
Gender: Male
Birthday: The beginning of the Agaetí Blödhren
Eyes: His eyes are as green as the leaves of Du Weldenvarden.
Hair: His long hair is as dark as the shadows of twilight
Weight: 225
Height: 6' 3"
Magic User: Yes; Trained by King Evandar
Preferred Weapon(s): Fäolin, carries a steel blade forged in the foundaries of Ellesméra. The blade is flawless, and has a pale gold hilt. On the hilt is the image of a dragon. On half the pommel is the image of the dragons talons, and the other half is the dragon's claws. He is a master archer, so he carries a masterfully crafted bow. The bow is made of black yew, it has reflected limbs and curled tips. Silver fittings chased with dogwood leaves decorate the ears and grip of the bow. Fäolin sang and crafted the bow out of a yew tree himself. With the bow, he also has a quiver filled with fine swan feathered arrows. He also has a brace of Barrow-blades. They are masterfully crafted blades, also from the foundaries of Ellesméra. They are long leaf-shaped daggers damasked with serpent-forms in red and gold. The Barrow-blades, are held in black sheaths, of some strange metal that is both light and strong and set with many fiery stones. There were tiny Ancient Language runes on the blades, that did nothing but make the blades look more fearsome.
Personality: Fäolin, is fierce in combat, but has a soft side for nature, animals, and the art of diplomacy.
Fäolin is unlike many elves, for he craves battle, and many refer to him as "A Graceful Urgal". When battle calls, Fäolin is always first to lead war parties, and always the first to kill a foe. When he is outnumbered, Fäolin will refer to the only other method he knows, Magic, and will use the twelve death words to kill his foes; even if it greatly fatigues him. Fäolin refuses to retreat from a battlefield, even if it looks hopeless; only when he is staring eye to eye with a greater force will he admit defeat. These actions have almost caused him to die a great many times.
Despite his lust for battle, you get to see what Fäolin is really about, nature. He would dissapear for days at a time into Du Weldenvarden to sing to a plant or talk to the animals. Fäolin loves the trees that grow in Du Weldenvarden, and he strives to keep them thriving in the forest . Fäolin once did magic that almost killed him just to heal a family of elven horses. Fäolin will protect nature, even if it takes him to his grave.
The other major part of Fäolin's life, diplomatic affairs. When Eärendur, was still being taught by King Evandar, Evandar would take him to watch the Elven nobles debate and argue on matters pertaining to Du Weldenvarden. Fäolin, was immediatly amazed by the smooth talking negotiators and debators, and almost automatically wished to be part of it. One time, Fäolin was called before the nobles, including his father, and gave an amazing speech on why the elves should re-open their borders only to the most trusted dragon riders. Though Fäolin failed to acquire that, he left the room that day, with the respect of most if not all the Elven Nobles.
Appearance: Fäolin, wears a shirt of mail. It is close-woven of many rings, as supple almost as linen, cold as ice, and harder than steel. It shines like moonlit silver, and is studded with white gems. He also wears pants of the same material. Atop the outfit, he wears a black snakeskin cloak, made from scales harvested from shedded snake skins. He also wears black leather boots. Atop his head, is a beautiful helm. The helm is made of grey steel adorned with gold. On the helm, are Ancient Language runes of victory. Again, these runes do nothing but just decorate the helm.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Battle, Victory, Nature, The Ancient Language, Swordcraft, and Archery
Dislikes: The Empire, People who try to harm any part of nature, Cowards, and those who show weakness
Strengths: Courage, Wisdom, Strength, and Skills with weapons
Weakness: Arrogance, His lust for battle, and his weakness for nature, which could be used against him
Family:
Fëanor Nädindel (Father; Ellesméra Noble; Went Missing at the Battle Of Ilirea)
Elenwë Nädindel (Mother; Ellesméra Noble; Deceased; Battle Of Ilirea)
Círdan Nädindel (Younger Brother; 130; Living in Ceris)
Silmariën Nädindel (Older Sister; Deceased; Battle Of Ilirea)
Brief History:
Fäolin Nädindel, was born to Fëanor and Elenwë Nädindel, about 41 years before the fall of the Riders. Fëanor and Elenwë were Nobles from the Elven capital of Ellesméra. Because they were Nobles, they lived in great wealth, and Fäolin's choice of clothing then and now proved it.
Fäolin's father, Fëanor, was the Royal Courier and voice of King Evendar in Ellesméra Diplomatic meetings. Fäolin, was the second of only three children, and he would be their greatest child, both in terms of mental knowledge and physical strength. Fäolin, has a six year older sister named Silmariën, and an eleven year younger brother named Círdan.
When Fäolin was four, his father took him to the court of King Evandar and the future Queen Islanzadi. Evandar asked Fäolin to entertain him, by showing him how much he knew of the Ancient Language, and when Fäolin did, Evandar was impressed. It was that day, that Evandar decided to take Fäolin under his wing, and teach him all he knew of the Ancient Language.
Fäolin, was taught both magical and diplomatic affairs, by King Evandar, and the art of war by Fëanor. When Eärendur was sixteen, Fëanor, took Fäolin to the middle of Du Weldenvarden, and told him to use both his physical prowess and skills with the Ancient Language to find his way back to Ellesméra. It took Eärendur only two days to make his way from north of Osilon back to Ellesméra.
King Evandar and Fëanor, were so impressed with Fäolin, that Evandar appointed him as underling to Fëanor. And so Fäolin kept that position for twenty-five years, and during that time, striking a friendship with Vrael, who was the only outsider allowed to come and go from Du Weldenvarden as he pleased.
Then the Fall of the Riders began, and Fäolin joined under the banner of King Evandar, with his father, Fëanor. As well as his mother, Elenwë. Also fighting, was his younger brother Círdan and his older sister Silmariën. The force under Evandar marched from Du Weldenvarden to Ilirea (Present day Urû'baen) to fight the traitor Galbatorix and the Wyrdfell.
For awhile, Fäolin fought beside King Evandar and his father Fëanor. He fought valiantly until the Wyrdfell swooped down upon them, and he was seperated from Evandar and Fëanor. So, after being seperated from them, Fäolin went to fight alongside his mother Elenwë and brother Círdan.
While they fought, Morzan and his dragon, broke away from the rest of the Wyrdfell and began attacking Fäolin, Círdan, and Elenwë. Morzan ordered his dragon to pin Círdan down, and thus Círdan was incapacitated. Then Morzan turned his attention to Elenwë and Fäolin.
Fäolin and Elenwë, fought bravely, but Morzan's dragon threw Fäolin aside and made him black out. When he awoke, the battle field was deserted and it was dark. Fäolin, used the Ancient Language to locate Elenwë, she had been pierced by the jaws of Morzan's dragon and killed. He also located his sister Silmariën, about two hundred yards away, she was also dead, this time from numerous sword wounds.
Fäolin couldn't believe it, his mother and sister were dead, and he couldn't sense his father, and came to the conclusion that he was missing, but there was still the slight hope he was still alive. There was only one person left to find, his brother, Círdan. Círdan was bleeding from wounds in his side and chest, obviously Morzan believed him to be dying and left. Fäolin, knelt beside his wounded brother, and healed him using words from the Ancient Language. Together, Fäolin and Círdan fled back to Du Weldenvarden, where they have stayed ever since. Círdan still limps from the wounds he sustained at Ilirea, and Círdan moved to Ceris while Fäolin returned to Ellesméra and went to work for Queen Islanzadi, where he has been ever since. Now, Fäolin has emerged from Du Weldenvarden, upon the word a new rider has emerged, one who will topple Galbatorix. Fäolin is ready to serve this new rider.
Anything extra: He always wears a silver necklace, with a piece of the most ancient tree in Du Weldenvarden attatched to it, in a glass vial protected by his wards. He spent three months, and alot of magic to get it. He sat down beside that tree for a week straight, and constantly sang to it, until he got what he required. When he recieved the piece, he used magic to repair the tree.
Password: =[Admin Edit]=
RP Sample:
(Takes Place Three Days After Eragon and Arya Arrive in Du Weldenvarden)
Fäolin stood outside the palace of Queen Islanzadi. Called there by his noble Queen, for reasons he knew not. Fäolin, walked over to a tree stump, and sat down on it pulling out his sword. He then began to slowly sharpen it. Of course, he could have sharpened it with magic, but he needed something to kill time, and besides where was the fun in relying on magic for everything?
Eventually, an Elven Noble named Lithrand emerged, and motioned for Fäolin to enter. Fäolin, stood up and resheathed his sword, then he followed Lithrand inside. Where they went, was a cavernous hall, made entirely of the whitest marble Fäolin had ever seen. There sat Queen Islanzadi, looking both troubled and more beautiful than he had ever remembered. He kneeled on the ground and said "You summoned me, my noble Queen?"
Queen Islanzadi smiled, and said "Fäolin, you grew up under me. You fought with Evandar. You need not bow to me. Just treat me as you would a family member." Fäolin stood up, and said "I do not bow because you are my Queen, I bow to show you respect."
"Very well Fäolin, you always were stubborn. Do as you wish." said Queen Islanzadi with a wave of her hand. "As you know, the Varden have not been having much luck in the fight with Galbatorix." Fäolin frowned, and said "How do you -" but Islanzadi cut him off "I have my sources. As I was saying, I need you to relay a message to Nasuada and Brom if he still survives. Tell them Islanzadi of Du Weldenvarden is ready to extend her hand of friendship. Can you do this for me Fäolin?"
Fäolin nooded, and with a slight bow said "I will not fail you my Queen" Islanzadi smiled and said "I know you won't fail me. Now go, complete the task I have set for you." With a final bow, Fäolin exited Queen Islanzadi's hall, ready to go meet the Varden. Perhaps this mission will give Fäolin a purpose to aid the Varden....perhaps, only time will tell.
Other name: Agaetí (To his Supporters); Graceful Urgal (To his Detestors)
Known as: Eärendur (To those who have yet to gain his trust)
Race:: Elf Magician
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Ellesméra
Age: 141
Gender: Male
Birthday: The beginning of the Agaetí Blödhren
Eyes: His eyes are as green as the leaves of Du Weldenvarden.
Hair: His long hair is as dark as the shadows of twilight
Weight: 225
Height: 6' 3"
Magic User: Yes; Trained by King Evandar
Preferred Weapon(s): Fäolin, carries a steel blade forged in the foundaries of Ellesméra. The blade is flawless, and has a pale gold hilt. On the hilt is the image of a dragon. On half the pommel is the image of the dragons talons, and the other half is the dragon's claws. He is a master archer, so he carries a masterfully crafted bow. The bow is made of black yew, it has reflected limbs and curled tips. Silver fittings chased with dogwood leaves decorate the ears and grip of the bow. Fäolin sang and crafted the bow out of a yew tree himself. With the bow, he also has a quiver filled with fine swan feathered arrows. He also has a brace of Barrow-blades. They are masterfully crafted blades, also from the foundaries of Ellesméra. They are long leaf-shaped daggers damasked with serpent-forms in red and gold. The Barrow-blades, are held in black sheaths, of some strange metal that is both light and strong and set with many fiery stones. There were tiny Ancient Language runes on the blades, that did nothing but make the blades look more fearsome.
Personality: Fäolin, is fierce in combat, but has a soft side for nature, animals, and the art of diplomacy.
Fäolin is unlike many elves, for he craves battle, and many refer to him as "A Graceful Urgal". When battle calls, Fäolin is always first to lead war parties, and always the first to kill a foe. When he is outnumbered, Fäolin will refer to the only other method he knows, Magic, and will use the twelve death words to kill his foes; even if it greatly fatigues him. Fäolin refuses to retreat from a battlefield, even if it looks hopeless; only when he is staring eye to eye with a greater force will he admit defeat. These actions have almost caused him to die a great many times.
Despite his lust for battle, you get to see what Fäolin is really about, nature. He would dissapear for days at a time into Du Weldenvarden to sing to a plant or talk to the animals. Fäolin loves the trees that grow in Du Weldenvarden, and he strives to keep them thriving in the forest . Fäolin once did magic that almost killed him just to heal a family of elven horses. Fäolin will protect nature, even if it takes him to his grave.
The other major part of Fäolin's life, diplomatic affairs. When Eärendur, was still being taught by King Evandar, Evandar would take him to watch the Elven nobles debate and argue on matters pertaining to Du Weldenvarden. Fäolin, was immediatly amazed by the smooth talking negotiators and debators, and almost automatically wished to be part of it. One time, Fäolin was called before the nobles, including his father, and gave an amazing speech on why the elves should re-open their borders only to the most trusted dragon riders. Though Fäolin failed to acquire that, he left the room that day, with the respect of most if not all the Elven Nobles.
Appearance: Fäolin, wears a shirt of mail. It is close-woven of many rings, as supple almost as linen, cold as ice, and harder than steel. It shines like moonlit silver, and is studded with white gems. He also wears pants of the same material. Atop the outfit, he wears a black snakeskin cloak, made from scales harvested from shedded snake skins. He also wears black leather boots. Atop his head, is a beautiful helm. The helm is made of grey steel adorned with gold. On the helm, are Ancient Language runes of victory. Again, these runes do nothing but just decorate the helm.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Battle, Victory, Nature, The Ancient Language, Swordcraft, and Archery
Dislikes: The Empire, People who try to harm any part of nature, Cowards, and those who show weakness
Strengths: Courage, Wisdom, Strength, and Skills with weapons
Weakness: Arrogance, His lust for battle, and his weakness for nature, which could be used against him
Family:
Fëanor Nädindel (Father; Ellesméra Noble; Went Missing at the Battle Of Ilirea)
Elenwë Nädindel (Mother; Ellesméra Noble; Deceased; Battle Of Ilirea)
Círdan Nädindel (Younger Brother; 130; Living in Ceris)
Silmariën Nädindel (Older Sister; Deceased; Battle Of Ilirea)
Brief History:
Fäolin Nädindel, was born to Fëanor and Elenwë Nädindel, about 41 years before the fall of the Riders. Fëanor and Elenwë were Nobles from the Elven capital of Ellesméra. Because they were Nobles, they lived in great wealth, and Fäolin's choice of clothing then and now proved it.
Fäolin's father, Fëanor, was the Royal Courier and voice of King Evendar in Ellesméra Diplomatic meetings. Fäolin, was the second of only three children, and he would be their greatest child, both in terms of mental knowledge and physical strength. Fäolin, has a six year older sister named Silmariën, and an eleven year younger brother named Círdan.
When Fäolin was four, his father took him to the court of King Evandar and the future Queen Islanzadi. Evandar asked Fäolin to entertain him, by showing him how much he knew of the Ancient Language, and when Fäolin did, Evandar was impressed. It was that day, that Evandar decided to take Fäolin under his wing, and teach him all he knew of the Ancient Language.
Fäolin, was taught both magical and diplomatic affairs, by King Evandar, and the art of war by Fëanor. When Eärendur was sixteen, Fëanor, took Fäolin to the middle of Du Weldenvarden, and told him to use both his physical prowess and skills with the Ancient Language to find his way back to Ellesméra. It took Eärendur only two days to make his way from north of Osilon back to Ellesméra.
King Evandar and Fëanor, were so impressed with Fäolin, that Evandar appointed him as underling to Fëanor. And so Fäolin kept that position for twenty-five years, and during that time, striking a friendship with Vrael, who was the only outsider allowed to come and go from Du Weldenvarden as he pleased.
Then the Fall of the Riders began, and Fäolin joined under the banner of King Evandar, with his father, Fëanor. As well as his mother, Elenwë. Also fighting, was his younger brother Círdan and his older sister Silmariën. The force under Evandar marched from Du Weldenvarden to Ilirea (Present day Urû'baen) to fight the traitor Galbatorix and the Wyrdfell.
For awhile, Fäolin fought beside King Evandar and his father Fëanor. He fought valiantly until the Wyrdfell swooped down upon them, and he was seperated from Evandar and Fëanor. So, after being seperated from them, Fäolin went to fight alongside his mother Elenwë and brother Círdan.
While they fought, Morzan and his dragon, broke away from the rest of the Wyrdfell and began attacking Fäolin, Círdan, and Elenwë. Morzan ordered his dragon to pin Círdan down, and thus Círdan was incapacitated. Then Morzan turned his attention to Elenwë and Fäolin.
Fäolin and Elenwë, fought bravely, but Morzan's dragon threw Fäolin aside and made him black out. When he awoke, the battle field was deserted and it was dark. Fäolin, used the Ancient Language to locate Elenwë, she had been pierced by the jaws of Morzan's dragon and killed. He also located his sister Silmariën, about two hundred yards away, she was also dead, this time from numerous sword wounds.
Fäolin couldn't believe it, his mother and sister were dead, and he couldn't sense his father, and came to the conclusion that he was missing, but there was still the slight hope he was still alive. There was only one person left to find, his brother, Círdan. Círdan was bleeding from wounds in his side and chest, obviously Morzan believed him to be dying and left. Fäolin, knelt beside his wounded brother, and healed him using words from the Ancient Language. Together, Fäolin and Círdan fled back to Du Weldenvarden, where they have stayed ever since. Círdan still limps from the wounds he sustained at Ilirea, and Círdan moved to Ceris while Fäolin returned to Ellesméra and went to work for Queen Islanzadi, where he has been ever since. Now, Fäolin has emerged from Du Weldenvarden, upon the word a new rider has emerged, one who will topple Galbatorix. Fäolin is ready to serve this new rider.
Anything extra: He always wears a silver necklace, with a piece of the most ancient tree in Du Weldenvarden attatched to it, in a glass vial protected by his wards. He spent three months, and alot of magic to get it. He sat down beside that tree for a week straight, and constantly sang to it, until he got what he required. When he recieved the piece, he used magic to repair the tree.
Password: =[Admin Edit]=
RP Sample:
(Takes Place Three Days After Eragon and Arya Arrive in Du Weldenvarden)
Fäolin stood outside the palace of Queen Islanzadi. Called there by his noble Queen, for reasons he knew not. Fäolin, walked over to a tree stump, and sat down on it pulling out his sword. He then began to slowly sharpen it. Of course, he could have sharpened it with magic, but he needed something to kill time, and besides where was the fun in relying on magic for everything?
Eventually, an Elven Noble named Lithrand emerged, and motioned for Fäolin to enter. Fäolin, stood up and resheathed his sword, then he followed Lithrand inside. Where they went, was a cavernous hall, made entirely of the whitest marble Fäolin had ever seen. There sat Queen Islanzadi, looking both troubled and more beautiful than he had ever remembered. He kneeled on the ground and said "You summoned me, my noble Queen?"
Queen Islanzadi smiled, and said "Fäolin, you grew up under me. You fought with Evandar. You need not bow to me. Just treat me as you would a family member." Fäolin stood up, and said "I do not bow because you are my Queen, I bow to show you respect."
"Very well Fäolin, you always were stubborn. Do as you wish." said Queen Islanzadi with a wave of her hand. "As you know, the Varden have not been having much luck in the fight with Galbatorix." Fäolin frowned, and said "How do you -" but Islanzadi cut him off "I have my sources. As I was saying, I need you to relay a message to Nasuada and Brom if he still survives. Tell them Islanzadi of Du Weldenvarden is ready to extend her hand of friendship. Can you do this for me Fäolin?"
Fäolin nooded, and with a slight bow said "I will not fail you my Queen" Islanzadi smiled and said "I know you won't fail me. Now go, complete the task I have set for you." With a final bow, Fäolin exited Queen Islanzadi's hall, ready to go meet the Varden. Perhaps this mission will give Fäolin a purpose to aid the Varden....perhaps, only time will tell.
