Fadriendel Augcastil
Apr 23, 2006 4:20:54 GMT -5
Post by Fadriendel Augcastil on Apr 23, 2006 4:20:54 GMT -5
Full Name: Fadriendel Augcastil
Other name: Galbatorix sometimes calls him Ietoro, which means "My Arrow" in the Ancient language. Galbatorix means, when he says this, "My Little Killer".
Race:: Elf Rider
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Ellesmera, Du Weldenvarden
Age: Around 100 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 7
Eyes: His eyes are a pitiless, Icy blue, and seem to pierce into the soul of whom has caught his gaze.
Hair: His hair is a pale blue in color, unlike any other Elf, and hangs to his elbows. He normally has it swept backwards, to hang down his back.
Weight: Around 130lbs.
Height: 6' 0"
Magic User: Yes
Clothing: In battle, he normally wears black, decorated armor, with a horned helm and a black cloak and mantle (hood). He also wears black boots. His face can hardly be seen when he is in his battle garb. (I sort of saw him as looking like the Witch-King on LOTR, only without a crown, just a horned helm.) While off the battle field, he wears pure white robes, and no shoes.
Preferred Weapon(s): He rarely uses any weapon other than Camthalion, which is a longsword that he ripped from his father's cold fingers. The blade is a gold color, with runes in the ancient language etched into it. The hilt has a single Sapphire to adorn it, and is a paler gold with white leather wrapped around the handle.
Personality: Ever since he was considered young, he has been impatient, opportunistic, horribly deluded, and obsessed with power. He takes advantage of anyone when they are vulnerable, is extremely cunning and a bit mad. He is a true romantic, and thinks not of the consequences, as long as the present benefits are desirable. He fancies himself the master manipulator, although he is too arrogant to see that he is being manipulated.
He wants to, ultimately, do the right thing, which is in his mind to rule Alagaesia himself and see the Riders back in full force like was told, yet he feels that only fear and power can bring about true peace. Strangely, he hides all of these conflicting emotions beneath a calm exterior. He is stoic almost constantly, and the only way to tell what he is feeling is by breaking into his mind, which is no mean feat!
Likes/Dislikes: His top two likes are Power, and Battle. His love of swordplay knows no bounds, and he trains often with that and magic. Although he would never admit it, he likes, perhaps loves Galbatorix. He appreciates his knowledge and ambition, even though he plans to eventually overthrow him. He dislikes his own mind, and moves to separate himself from it by meditating. He likes Kael' thas, his dragon, and also enjoys chatting with him on a regular basis.
More specifically, he likes fruits and vegetables, but not meat, He likes swords, but dislikes axes, He adores nature, but also enjoys watching trees burn. He usually enjoys killing, but doesn't like to see dead bodies. Finally, he is not a fan of easy death, and no, he does not like long or short walks on the beach; that much water can only mean trouble.
Family: His father's name was Courvion Augcastil, whom was deceased ever since Fadriendel killed him, to gain possession of Camthalion. His mother, Lenne, was executed for the murder of her husband. He has two brothers; Juht and Ganben, who were both killed when the Varden discovered the dragon's eggs in The Spine.
Brief History: Fadriendel was born around a century ago, actually, it was a little over, I think, to Courvion and Lenne, surname Augcastil. He was a bright boy, and excelled in most of his studies, including swordplay, which no matter how much Lenne complained, Courvion insisted on teaching the boy. His older brothers, Juht and Ganben, were also helpful in the boy's upbringing. One strange thing about the boy was that he had an unusual amount of questions for an elf. He constantly pondered good and evil, the true nature of magic and power, death, life, and even the king of the empire; Galbatorix. His limitless questions went unanswered by the people around him, and so he answered them himself, creating a twisted logic and pitiful contradictions within his own mind.
As time went on and the boy neared adulthood, he began to manipulate his parents, weakening their minds and eventually their bodies. One day, not an important day in particular, the plan that he had been working towards for decades finally went into effect. He went to his father while he rested, and demanded that he give him his sword; Camthalion as payment for his advanced studies and overall hard work. His father, as he expected, refused, and so he...left him be. That afternoon, his father died after eating a poisoned soup which caused him to bleed profusely from his mouth and nostrils. Fadriendel shrieked in terror; for his mother had prepared that dish (most of it anyways). He ran to notify the other elves of his mother's sick and twisted scheme and they came to find her staring blankly at the corpse, while her two sons wept over it. The elves seized her and dove into her mind, looking for answers, they found that when she prepared their meal, she had slipped a little something extra into his bowl. (Little did they know that Courvion liked to have a bit of powdered cinnamon in his soup, which looks horribly like the poison Fadriendel slipped in minutes later.) The elves led her away to be tried by Queen Islanzadi and executed; murder was not to be tolerated in the peaceful elven society.
Meanwhile, a sobbing Fadriendel packed his things. That evening, after the execution, he went to Islanzadi, weeping, and told her that he would leave Du Weldenvarden, for he could no longer live within the forest where both his beloved parents' blood was spilt. She pitied him, and after some convincing, allowed him to leave the sacred wood. Before he left however, he was sworn never to reveal the location of Ellesmera or any of the other elf cities. He also swore not to reveal the magic, secret to all but the elves and one rider; the ability to draw power from those around you. He bid his brothers farewell and departed from the woods.
He reached Gil'ead before news of his departure had reached the Empire. He was then caught, with little resistance, and taken before Galbatorix. Galbatorix questioned him, using the silky lies and sweet half-truths to worm information out of the young elf. He learned much about the elven race, but not enough to find them. Galbatorix noticed the elf's fascination with him and decided to use it to his advantage. Recognizing the elf's great power and cunning, he invited him into the empire, as his own personal assassin. Fadriendel immediately accepted, not knowing of Galbatorix's other pet, Murtagh the Rider. He learned much from the Big King, mixing his teachings of forbidden arts with his own magic to become more powerful than most elves dare to think of being. He gladly completed increasingly horrible missions from his master, and quickly learned to relish the kill, whereas he was reluctant to murder innocents at first. He met Murtagh, the rider, under Galbatorix's leadership, and the two seemed to be an unstoppable team. They seemed to be friends, yet Fadriendel could not understand him; at one moment, they were fighting side by side, or talking and laughing, and then the next moment, Murtagh would seem to be battling himself, and acted disgusted to be even near the elf.
Just when Fadriendel feared he had reached the plateau of his power, Galbatorix gave him a gift for his efforts; a dragon's egg. It hatched almost immediately and he christened the pearly-scaled dragon Kael'thas. He grew attached to the dragon quickly, and their power grew together. It was not until the dragon was full-grown that Fadriendel began to really consider his ultimate goal; overthrowing Galbatorix. So here he is today, serving a master that he loves and hates, sweeping the countryside on dragon back, raining destruction wherever it is called by the Big King.
Anything extra: Kael'thas has white scales, that shine different colors in the sun. He also has coppery eyes. Fadriendel has never seen Eragon before, but has heard stories of him from Murtagh. Fadriendel has never drawn energy from a living force in Galbatorix's presence, because Islanzadi's spells forbid it. I don't think there's much else to say.
Dragon Stats
Name: Kael'thas
Age: About 11 months
Sex: Male
Color: Pearly white scales that shine different colors in the sun. He has Obsidion looking spikes and his eyes look like molten copper, and captivate any who stare into them, just as his rider's eyes do.
History: Kael does not have much of a history. He was born in Fadriendel's presence, and grew under his care. He has seen Galbatorix only once, and does not love him. Kale acts as both Fadriendel's greatest asset and curse. He ives his rider great power when their minds are connected, but he acts as his concience, and discourages him from being cruel to his victims. With Kael, Fadriendel is the ultimate killer, driven by purpose, and going for the kill, not the hurt.
Skills: He can breathe fire like any dragon. He is smaller, and therefore faster than most dragons, yet not as physically strong. In combat against another dragon, he relies on Fadriendel's skill to turn the tide of battle. Other than that, he has a greater sway over Fadriendel's decisions than even Galbatorix, and has on more than one occasion stopped him from torturing victims that need not be.
Other name: Galbatorix sometimes calls him Ietoro, which means "My Arrow" in the Ancient language. Galbatorix means, when he says this, "My Little Killer".
Race:: Elf Rider
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Ellesmera, Du Weldenvarden
Age: Around 100 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 7
Eyes: His eyes are a pitiless, Icy blue, and seem to pierce into the soul of whom has caught his gaze.
Hair: His hair is a pale blue in color, unlike any other Elf, and hangs to his elbows. He normally has it swept backwards, to hang down his back.
Weight: Around 130lbs.
Height: 6' 0"
Magic User: Yes
Clothing: In battle, he normally wears black, decorated armor, with a horned helm and a black cloak and mantle (hood). He also wears black boots. His face can hardly be seen when he is in his battle garb. (I sort of saw him as looking like the Witch-King on LOTR, only without a crown, just a horned helm.) While off the battle field, he wears pure white robes, and no shoes.
Preferred Weapon(s): He rarely uses any weapon other than Camthalion, which is a longsword that he ripped from his father's cold fingers. The blade is a gold color, with runes in the ancient language etched into it. The hilt has a single Sapphire to adorn it, and is a paler gold with white leather wrapped around the handle.
Personality: Ever since he was considered young, he has been impatient, opportunistic, horribly deluded, and obsessed with power. He takes advantage of anyone when they are vulnerable, is extremely cunning and a bit mad. He is a true romantic, and thinks not of the consequences, as long as the present benefits are desirable. He fancies himself the master manipulator, although he is too arrogant to see that he is being manipulated.
He wants to, ultimately, do the right thing, which is in his mind to rule Alagaesia himself and see the Riders back in full force like was told, yet he feels that only fear and power can bring about true peace. Strangely, he hides all of these conflicting emotions beneath a calm exterior. He is stoic almost constantly, and the only way to tell what he is feeling is by breaking into his mind, which is no mean feat!
Likes/Dislikes: His top two likes are Power, and Battle. His love of swordplay knows no bounds, and he trains often with that and magic. Although he would never admit it, he likes, perhaps loves Galbatorix. He appreciates his knowledge and ambition, even though he plans to eventually overthrow him. He dislikes his own mind, and moves to separate himself from it by meditating. He likes Kael' thas, his dragon, and also enjoys chatting with him on a regular basis.
More specifically, he likes fruits and vegetables, but not meat, He likes swords, but dislikes axes, He adores nature, but also enjoys watching trees burn. He usually enjoys killing, but doesn't like to see dead bodies. Finally, he is not a fan of easy death, and no, he does not like long or short walks on the beach; that much water can only mean trouble.
Family: His father's name was Courvion Augcastil, whom was deceased ever since Fadriendel killed him, to gain possession of Camthalion. His mother, Lenne, was executed for the murder of her husband. He has two brothers; Juht and Ganben, who were both killed when the Varden discovered the dragon's eggs in The Spine.
Brief History: Fadriendel was born around a century ago, actually, it was a little over, I think, to Courvion and Lenne, surname Augcastil. He was a bright boy, and excelled in most of his studies, including swordplay, which no matter how much Lenne complained, Courvion insisted on teaching the boy. His older brothers, Juht and Ganben, were also helpful in the boy's upbringing. One strange thing about the boy was that he had an unusual amount of questions for an elf. He constantly pondered good and evil, the true nature of magic and power, death, life, and even the king of the empire; Galbatorix. His limitless questions went unanswered by the people around him, and so he answered them himself, creating a twisted logic and pitiful contradictions within his own mind.
As time went on and the boy neared adulthood, he began to manipulate his parents, weakening their minds and eventually their bodies. One day, not an important day in particular, the plan that he had been working towards for decades finally went into effect. He went to his father while he rested, and demanded that he give him his sword; Camthalion as payment for his advanced studies and overall hard work. His father, as he expected, refused, and so he...left him be. That afternoon, his father died after eating a poisoned soup which caused him to bleed profusely from his mouth and nostrils. Fadriendel shrieked in terror; for his mother had prepared that dish (most of it anyways). He ran to notify the other elves of his mother's sick and twisted scheme and they came to find her staring blankly at the corpse, while her two sons wept over it. The elves seized her and dove into her mind, looking for answers, they found that when she prepared their meal, she had slipped a little something extra into his bowl. (Little did they know that Courvion liked to have a bit of powdered cinnamon in his soup, which looks horribly like the poison Fadriendel slipped in minutes later.) The elves led her away to be tried by Queen Islanzadi and executed; murder was not to be tolerated in the peaceful elven society.
Meanwhile, a sobbing Fadriendel packed his things. That evening, after the execution, he went to Islanzadi, weeping, and told her that he would leave Du Weldenvarden, for he could no longer live within the forest where both his beloved parents' blood was spilt. She pitied him, and after some convincing, allowed him to leave the sacred wood. Before he left however, he was sworn never to reveal the location of Ellesmera or any of the other elf cities. He also swore not to reveal the magic, secret to all but the elves and one rider; the ability to draw power from those around you. He bid his brothers farewell and departed from the woods.
He reached Gil'ead before news of his departure had reached the Empire. He was then caught, with little resistance, and taken before Galbatorix. Galbatorix questioned him, using the silky lies and sweet half-truths to worm information out of the young elf. He learned much about the elven race, but not enough to find them. Galbatorix noticed the elf's fascination with him and decided to use it to his advantage. Recognizing the elf's great power and cunning, he invited him into the empire, as his own personal assassin. Fadriendel immediately accepted, not knowing of Galbatorix's other pet, Murtagh the Rider. He learned much from the Big King, mixing his teachings of forbidden arts with his own magic to become more powerful than most elves dare to think of being. He gladly completed increasingly horrible missions from his master, and quickly learned to relish the kill, whereas he was reluctant to murder innocents at first. He met Murtagh, the rider, under Galbatorix's leadership, and the two seemed to be an unstoppable team. They seemed to be friends, yet Fadriendel could not understand him; at one moment, they were fighting side by side, or talking and laughing, and then the next moment, Murtagh would seem to be battling himself, and acted disgusted to be even near the elf.
Just when Fadriendel feared he had reached the plateau of his power, Galbatorix gave him a gift for his efforts; a dragon's egg. It hatched almost immediately and he christened the pearly-scaled dragon Kael'thas. He grew attached to the dragon quickly, and their power grew together. It was not until the dragon was full-grown that Fadriendel began to really consider his ultimate goal; overthrowing Galbatorix. So here he is today, serving a master that he loves and hates, sweeping the countryside on dragon back, raining destruction wherever it is called by the Big King.
Anything extra: Kael'thas has white scales, that shine different colors in the sun. He also has coppery eyes. Fadriendel has never seen Eragon before, but has heard stories of him from Murtagh. Fadriendel has never drawn energy from a living force in Galbatorix's presence, because Islanzadi's spells forbid it. I don't think there's much else to say.
Dragon Stats
Name: Kael'thas
Age: About 11 months
Sex: Male
Color: Pearly white scales that shine different colors in the sun. He has Obsidion looking spikes and his eyes look like molten copper, and captivate any who stare into them, just as his rider's eyes do.
History: Kael does not have much of a history. He was born in Fadriendel's presence, and grew under his care. He has seen Galbatorix only once, and does not love him. Kale acts as both Fadriendel's greatest asset and curse. He ives his rider great power when their minds are connected, but he acts as his concience, and discourages him from being cruel to his victims. With Kael, Fadriendel is the ultimate killer, driven by purpose, and going for the kill, not the hurt.
Skills: He can breathe fire like any dragon. He is smaller, and therefore faster than most dragons, yet not as physically strong. In combat against another dragon, he relies on Fadriendel's skill to turn the tide of battle. Other than that, he has a greater sway over Fadriendel's decisions than even Galbatorix, and has on more than one occasion stopped him from torturing victims that need not be.
