Emily Drachen [Updated]
Apr 10, 2010 14:35:13 GMT -5
Post by Emily Drachen on Apr 10, 2010 14:35:13 GMT -5
Full Name:Emily Drachen
Other name:
Race::Human
Side:Empire.
Birthplace:Urû’baen
Age: 20
Gender:Female
Birthday:December 22
Eyes:Black with silver streaks.
Hair:Mid-back length black, curly hair.
Weight:120
Height:5'5
Magic User:Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Emily tends to only wield a small, Black dagger, Schwartz-Loch (Black hole). She gained it threw unorthodox means, For nor elf, king's smith, And dwarf could have created this fine piece. She carries it at her left side, Ready to pull it away from its holder. She also carries a small pincher dagger, Which was made by the elves.
Sometimes, she goes out into battle with a dragon sword. The blade colored silver with a black hilt and guard. Set with three black diamonds. From the store-house of Galbatorix.
Personality: Emily has the valor of a warrior, But she tends to have her moments. She is fiercely loyal to whom ever claims her trust, And would do anything for them. She does not wish a side, but because of her forced service, she serves the Empire. She has a will like a lion, But sometimes a soft heart. She doesn't enjoy men all that much, but she can tolerate them. She is smart, and tries to use reason within it's bounds.
She is slightly quirky, and has strange battle habits. She tends to make light of some situations, but usually remains stoic. Rarely, she shows affection, and, strangely, she has a strong dislike for magic and such things.
Appearance: She is medium height with very human features. She is slim, with a elegantly shaped form. She is battle-hardened, harboring many scars. She has a seemingly delicate disposition, but she is stronger then most normal humans, thanks to her connections with her dragon. Her eyes are slightly slanted like a elves, but still retaining a very human look. Her face is roundish, giving her a appearance younger then her age.
She has the sign of The Empire on her upper left arm, tattooed with golden ink. Along with that, she has her mark of The Rider on her left palm.
In normal, day-to-day wear, she tends to wear a metal-pleated skirt, black loose pants, and a long-sleeve, black tunic. She wears deer-leather boot that goes up to mid-shins and black leather gloves.
In battle wear, she dons metal grieves, a black dragon scale breast plate made from her dragons scales, and metal gauntlets.
Likes/Dislikes:There is very little she likes, And many things she hates. She likes the snow and a gentle breeze when it comes, she also likes how it feels to be falling from the sky. She likes Void, and enjoys nature untainted by magic. She likes spending time by the fire with a book within her hands, and likes to listen to Elves sing.
There are many things that she dislikes. She doesn't like the Varden, for their cause seems almost and almost pointless, and she despises the Empire, for taking what family she had and for causing her much pain. She doesn't enjoy men all that much, and thinks Dwarves are fairly silly and useless. She doesn't like magic, unless it it used to help somebody, and hates slavery, being that her mother was a slave in Galabaotirx's house.
Strengths:She is fierce when she needs to be, And calm when she has to be. Her temper does not show. She has an iron will to please her master, whoever that may be. Sometimes, when ultimate trust is gained, she has a soft, easy heart.
Weakness:She gives her trust to no one easily, and can be fairly one-minded, and sometimes refuses to listen to reason, unless they present all the facts. Incapable of showing positive emotions, she tends to be rather negative, stubborn, and easily angered.
Family:
Father:Simon Dalmagus[Rebel]Deceased.
Mother:Lidea Drachen[Servant]Deceased.
Brother:???
Sister:???
Not-So-Brief History:
When there was nothing but pain in her world, Emily Drachen, young and restless at the time, was becoming worried about a problem that stretched bigger then her small life; that her parents, though they not her own, were elves, living in secret and hiding from the the Empire within their very walls. It all started with her mother, a young maid in the house of Galbatorix, and her father, a rebel who opposed him. They had met one day, fell in love, and had a daughter. They ran away, but, because Lidea knew secrets, Galbatorix sent and found her. They killed her father, and brought back her mother.
Lidea's punishment for eloping with a rebel was death. But the baby was already gone.
Emily was born and grew up within the city of Uru'Baen. She had always known her parents who raised her weren't her birth parents, but wasn't a especially unhappy child, though at times she would 'accidentally' get her family into trouble with the local authorities. But, as a whole, she dearly loved her parents, and understood if the Galabatorix learned that there were elves within the city, her family would be ruined. Their family had a hard run of things. They never had anything easy, and so her life outside of her house was rough and filled with many tear-stained nights.
The day her life changed was one cold, winter evening. The shadow of the fire danced across the walls like a graceful doe, and small, glittering snowflakes fell from the stormy sky, filling the night with glistering diamonds. Emily sat on the floor of their well-worn rug, silently sowing with needle and threat the small pillow cover that her mother had gotten her for her birthday. Today was the day she turned 9, not very significant to her, but much to her parents. Her parents had given a bit of what little money they had to buy her a few things. The small sewing kit from her mother and a well-worn book from her father.The night was coming to an end, and young Emily was preparing to go to her room when they felt a large crash on their roof, caving it in. Four soldiers filed into her house, followed by a strange man, who, unknown to her, was a Forsworn.
She heard her parents screaming, and came back into the family room to watch as her parents were easily slaughtered by the soldiers. She tried running back, but a soldier had silently crept behind her and unsheathed his sword, knocking her over the head with the butt of it to knock her out. The last thing she saw was the smiling face of a crazed-looking man walking towards her, the blood of her elven parents covering his hands, before blackness clouded her vision.
She awoke in a sparsely-lit room. There was one, barred window with no glass, letting a cold breeze flow into the room. She found herself on a flat, hard bed, her pillow cover lying beside her. She picked it up but then dropped it quickly as a door she hadn't noticed opened, and in walked the man that had helped kill her parents. She heard his sharp, metallic laugh as he reached out to touch her face, but, out of compulsive behavior, she bit down hard on the soft part between the thumb and the forefinger, blood rushing into her mouth. Before she knew it, the man had slapped her across the face, sending her to the other end of the bed and almost slamming her into the wall. Dazed, she heard cursing as he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.
She was not trusted at first, but soon proved herself extremely skilled with smaller-length swords and daggers. She was given no battle name, since she disregarded those as annoying. She proved loyal to Galbatorix, but not extremely trustworthy.Inside, she withered with hate for the Empire and what they had done to her parents, but kept the emotions deep within her heart. Years passed as her training grew more intense, conditioning her into a strong warrior.
Galbatrox saw something worth having inside of her cold spirit, so he sent his finest warriors to retrieve an egg. In short time, they found a egg, its shell as black as the void, with two silver stripes running through it. It was about 3 and a half feet long, though it was very thin. Emily refused to receive the egg, but instead of submitting, Galbatorix ordered that the egg sit within her room, on a desk. For months it sat there, and Emily studied every inch of it.
His hatching was a accident; Emily had had no wish to touch the egg at all, but it moved plenty much and one night, while staring at it from the comfortable distance of her bed, the egg had rolled around enough that it rolled off the desk. Having grown fond of the strange, slender egg, and not wishing to see it crash and die, Emily lunged from her bed to catch the egg. It dropped into her hands gently, as if it weren't in any real danger at all. Slowly, Emily stood, walked over to her bed, and placed the egg between some sheets. She studied it for a few minutes, it almost appearing translucent. It sat still for a moment, but suddenly the egg teetered violently, opening with a loud crack, causing Emily to jump. A small, glistering black dragon sat within the remains of the egg, letting out a soft sound, slightly like a purr. The black dragon was the size of a medium dog, three long, black horns protruding from it's skull. It's eyes were glistering black, like her own. As the natural reaction, she reached out her hand and placed it on the dragon. The mark of the Rider was placed upon her.
They had a few weeks of silence, bonding together, without interruption. But, that peace left as quickly as it came when she was summoned by Galbatorix. She was taken to the throne room, were Galbatorix invoked her true name and made her swear loyalty to him. He did not do so to the dragon, knowing not what his name was as he was still too young.
In time, they, as a pair, grew fear in the hearts of many. They became one of the fiercest pairs within the Empire. Emily shared all she had experienced with her dragon, whom she named Void, and in turn Void also grew a deep-seated hatred with the Empire. In time Void was also forced to swear loyalty to the Empire, and Galbatorix, but both made a vow to each other to gain freedom from the Empire, and help whoever would rise up to oppose him.
Anything extra:
Dragon Info
Name:Void
Color:Thick, black scales.
Eyes:Black with silver out-line
Gender:Male
Age:3 years(Emily got him at 17)
Body type: Void is a slim, snake-like dragon. Has long, bat-like wings with silvery webbing, each one a few feet longer then his own body with claws sticking out from his wings. He has long, slim legs with thick, black claws.
Personality:Void is quick-tempered, and stubborn like Emily. He has a strong will, and doesn't like to be bossed. He has a soft-spot for other dragons, but is very ruthless and harsh when his comrades are in danger. He can be slightly uncaring, mean and rude, but, when you get on his good side, he is a strong confident and very reliable. He deeply wishes for freedom from The Empire, for all the pain they had caused his Rider, and longs to be free from his bonds.
Password: Witch Of Teirm
Updated version.
Other name:
Race::Human
Side:Empire.
Birthplace:Urû’baen
Age: 20
Gender:Female
Birthday:December 22
Eyes:Black with silver streaks.
Hair:Mid-back length black, curly hair.
Weight:120
Height:5'5
Magic User:Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Emily tends to only wield a small, Black dagger, Schwartz-Loch (Black hole). She gained it threw unorthodox means, For nor elf, king's smith, And dwarf could have created this fine piece. She carries it at her left side, Ready to pull it away from its holder. She also carries a small pincher dagger, Which was made by the elves.
Sometimes, she goes out into battle with a dragon sword. The blade colored silver with a black hilt and guard. Set with three black diamonds. From the store-house of Galbatorix.
Personality: Emily has the valor of a warrior, But she tends to have her moments. She is fiercely loyal to whom ever claims her trust, And would do anything for them. She does not wish a side, but because of her forced service, she serves the Empire. She has a will like a lion, But sometimes a soft heart. She doesn't enjoy men all that much, but she can tolerate them. She is smart, and tries to use reason within it's bounds.
She is slightly quirky, and has strange battle habits. She tends to make light of some situations, but usually remains stoic. Rarely, she shows affection, and, strangely, she has a strong dislike for magic and such things.
Appearance: She is medium height with very human features. She is slim, with a elegantly shaped form. She is battle-hardened, harboring many scars. She has a seemingly delicate disposition, but she is stronger then most normal humans, thanks to her connections with her dragon. Her eyes are slightly slanted like a elves, but still retaining a very human look. Her face is roundish, giving her a appearance younger then her age.
She has the sign of The Empire on her upper left arm, tattooed with golden ink. Along with that, she has her mark of The Rider on her left palm.
In normal, day-to-day wear, she tends to wear a metal-pleated skirt, black loose pants, and a long-sleeve, black tunic. She wears deer-leather boot that goes up to mid-shins and black leather gloves.
In battle wear, she dons metal grieves, a black dragon scale breast plate made from her dragons scales, and metal gauntlets.
Likes/Dislikes:There is very little she likes, And many things she hates. She likes the snow and a gentle breeze when it comes, she also likes how it feels to be falling from the sky. She likes Void, and enjoys nature untainted by magic. She likes spending time by the fire with a book within her hands, and likes to listen to Elves sing.
There are many things that she dislikes. She doesn't like the Varden, for their cause seems almost and almost pointless, and she despises the Empire, for taking what family she had and for causing her much pain. She doesn't enjoy men all that much, and thinks Dwarves are fairly silly and useless. She doesn't like magic, unless it it used to help somebody, and hates slavery, being that her mother was a slave in Galabaotirx's house.
Strengths:She is fierce when she needs to be, And calm when she has to be. Her temper does not show. She has an iron will to please her master, whoever that may be. Sometimes, when ultimate trust is gained, she has a soft, easy heart.
Weakness:She gives her trust to no one easily, and can be fairly one-minded, and sometimes refuses to listen to reason, unless they present all the facts. Incapable of showing positive emotions, she tends to be rather negative, stubborn, and easily angered.
Family:
Father:Simon Dalmagus[Rebel]Deceased.
Mother:Lidea Drachen[Servant]Deceased.
Brother:???
Sister:???
Not-So-Brief History:
When there was nothing but pain in her world, Emily Drachen, young and restless at the time, was becoming worried about a problem that stretched bigger then her small life; that her parents, though they not her own, were elves, living in secret and hiding from the the Empire within their very walls. It all started with her mother, a young maid in the house of Galbatorix, and her father, a rebel who opposed him. They had met one day, fell in love, and had a daughter. They ran away, but, because Lidea knew secrets, Galbatorix sent and found her. They killed her father, and brought back her mother.
Lidea's punishment for eloping with a rebel was death. But the baby was already gone.
Emily was born and grew up within the city of Uru'Baen. She had always known her parents who raised her weren't her birth parents, but wasn't a especially unhappy child, though at times she would 'accidentally' get her family into trouble with the local authorities. But, as a whole, she dearly loved her parents, and understood if the Galabatorix learned that there were elves within the city, her family would be ruined. Their family had a hard run of things. They never had anything easy, and so her life outside of her house was rough and filled with many tear-stained nights.
The day her life changed was one cold, winter evening. The shadow of the fire danced across the walls like a graceful doe, and small, glittering snowflakes fell from the stormy sky, filling the night with glistering diamonds. Emily sat on the floor of their well-worn rug, silently sowing with needle and threat the small pillow cover that her mother had gotten her for her birthday. Today was the day she turned 9, not very significant to her, but much to her parents. Her parents had given a bit of what little money they had to buy her a few things. The small sewing kit from her mother and a well-worn book from her father.The night was coming to an end, and young Emily was preparing to go to her room when they felt a large crash on their roof, caving it in. Four soldiers filed into her house, followed by a strange man, who, unknown to her, was a Forsworn.
She heard her parents screaming, and came back into the family room to watch as her parents were easily slaughtered by the soldiers. She tried running back, but a soldier had silently crept behind her and unsheathed his sword, knocking her over the head with the butt of it to knock her out. The last thing she saw was the smiling face of a crazed-looking man walking towards her, the blood of her elven parents covering his hands, before blackness clouded her vision.
She awoke in a sparsely-lit room. There was one, barred window with no glass, letting a cold breeze flow into the room. She found herself on a flat, hard bed, her pillow cover lying beside her. She picked it up but then dropped it quickly as a door she hadn't noticed opened, and in walked the man that had helped kill her parents. She heard his sharp, metallic laugh as he reached out to touch her face, but, out of compulsive behavior, she bit down hard on the soft part between the thumb and the forefinger, blood rushing into her mouth. Before she knew it, the man had slapped her across the face, sending her to the other end of the bed and almost slamming her into the wall. Dazed, she heard cursing as he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.
She was not trusted at first, but soon proved herself extremely skilled with smaller-length swords and daggers. She was given no battle name, since she disregarded those as annoying. She proved loyal to Galbatorix, but not extremely trustworthy.Inside, she withered with hate for the Empire and what they had done to her parents, but kept the emotions deep within her heart. Years passed as her training grew more intense, conditioning her into a strong warrior.
Galbatrox saw something worth having inside of her cold spirit, so he sent his finest warriors to retrieve an egg. In short time, they found a egg, its shell as black as the void, with two silver stripes running through it. It was about 3 and a half feet long, though it was very thin. Emily refused to receive the egg, but instead of submitting, Galbatorix ordered that the egg sit within her room, on a desk. For months it sat there, and Emily studied every inch of it.
His hatching was a accident; Emily had had no wish to touch the egg at all, but it moved plenty much and one night, while staring at it from the comfortable distance of her bed, the egg had rolled around enough that it rolled off the desk. Having grown fond of the strange, slender egg, and not wishing to see it crash and die, Emily lunged from her bed to catch the egg. It dropped into her hands gently, as if it weren't in any real danger at all. Slowly, Emily stood, walked over to her bed, and placed the egg between some sheets. She studied it for a few minutes, it almost appearing translucent. It sat still for a moment, but suddenly the egg teetered violently, opening with a loud crack, causing Emily to jump. A small, glistering black dragon sat within the remains of the egg, letting out a soft sound, slightly like a purr. The black dragon was the size of a medium dog, three long, black horns protruding from it's skull. It's eyes were glistering black, like her own. As the natural reaction, she reached out her hand and placed it on the dragon. The mark of the Rider was placed upon her.
They had a few weeks of silence, bonding together, without interruption. But, that peace left as quickly as it came when she was summoned by Galbatorix. She was taken to the throne room, were Galbatorix invoked her true name and made her swear loyalty to him. He did not do so to the dragon, knowing not what his name was as he was still too young.
In time, they, as a pair, grew fear in the hearts of many. They became one of the fiercest pairs within the Empire. Emily shared all she had experienced with her dragon, whom she named Void, and in turn Void also grew a deep-seated hatred with the Empire. In time Void was also forced to swear loyalty to the Empire, and Galbatorix, but both made a vow to each other to gain freedom from the Empire, and help whoever would rise up to oppose him.
Anything extra:
Dragon Info
Name:Void
Color:Thick, black scales.
Eyes:Black with silver out-line
Gender:Male
Age:3 years(Emily got him at 17)
Body type: Void is a slim, snake-like dragon. Has long, bat-like wings with silvery webbing, each one a few feet longer then his own body with claws sticking out from his wings. He has long, slim legs with thick, black claws.
Personality:Void is quick-tempered, and stubborn like Emily. He has a strong will, and doesn't like to be bossed. He has a soft-spot for other dragons, but is very ruthless and harsh when his comrades are in danger. He can be slightly uncaring, mean and rude, but, when you get on his good side, he is a strong confident and very reliable. He deeply wishes for freedom from The Empire, for all the pain they had caused his Rider, and longs to be free from his bonds.
Password: Witch Of Teirm
Updated version.
