Post by thefirsteragon on Jul 28, 2014 15:27:10 GMT -5
Your username: TheFirstEragon
Character's name: Izuna
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude: Calm, broody. Very serious, focused and determined. Grew up in a house of politics, so has a sharp tongue and possesses a bit of wit, although is very quiet, as is the way of the Elves.
Character's Race: Elven
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Dragon Rider’s
Weapons: Slim sword, made of reinforced brightsteel, cobalt blue in color matching his dragon.
History: Izuna grew up in the home of the Elves, Du Weldenvarden, in the House of Thandil, a prominent Elven family. At the age of twenty, like all Elven children Izuna was presented with a dragon egg that hatched for him immediately after contact with it. Bringing his House great joy and pride he leaves his home behind and begins his training in the ways of the Dragon Riders. Wishing him to have more worldwide experience before beginning his role as a teacher to the next generation of Riders, he is sent away on a campaign across Alagaesia to seek out both the wisdom, and the experience to lead.
Role Play Sample: It was pouring. While Izuna normally never minded the rain, it made his espionage mission that much more unpleasant than it needed to be. And if that wasn’t enough, the young elf’s jet black haired was soaked down to his skull, his long bangs cascading in front of his eyes partially blocking his vision. He fidgeted slightly in his place crouched in the shadow of a large tree, and the normally formal, stoic Rider cursed. He hated it when his hair was wet. The sound of stones rubbing against one another greeted his mind as his Dragon, Kόpathril laughed through their mental connection. Izuna bit back a retort, instead focusing on his job at task, although he sent back a feeling of mock indignation back to him. His onyx black eyes narrowed as his target suddenly came into view, surrounded by his usual contingent of bodyguards, both swordsmasters and spellcasters alike. A quick muttering of his native ancient language channeled the lightning gathering in the storm clouds above to suddenly strike in a precise bolt just ahead of the travelling group, causing them to halt with cries of surprise. Izuna shot forward with the speed that only magic can give, his sword drawn instantly from his scabbard and opposite hand outstretched, gedwëy ignasia blazing.
Dragon Name: Kόpathril (Master of Staring)
Color: Cobalt Blue
Attitude: Less serious than his Rider, although is very formal and imperturbable to mostly anyone outside of him.
Character's name: Izuna
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude: Calm, broody. Very serious, focused and determined. Grew up in a house of politics, so has a sharp tongue and possesses a bit of wit, although is very quiet, as is the way of the Elves.
Character's Race: Elven
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Dragon Rider’s
Weapons: Slim sword, made of reinforced brightsteel, cobalt blue in color matching his dragon.
History: Izuna grew up in the home of the Elves, Du Weldenvarden, in the House of Thandil, a prominent Elven family. At the age of twenty, like all Elven children Izuna was presented with a dragon egg that hatched for him immediately after contact with it. Bringing his House great joy and pride he leaves his home behind and begins his training in the ways of the Dragon Riders. Wishing him to have more worldwide experience before beginning his role as a teacher to the next generation of Riders, he is sent away on a campaign across Alagaesia to seek out both the wisdom, and the experience to lead.
Role Play Sample: It was pouring. While Izuna normally never minded the rain, it made his espionage mission that much more unpleasant than it needed to be. And if that wasn’t enough, the young elf’s jet black haired was soaked down to his skull, his long bangs cascading in front of his eyes partially blocking his vision. He fidgeted slightly in his place crouched in the shadow of a large tree, and the normally formal, stoic Rider cursed. He hated it when his hair was wet. The sound of stones rubbing against one another greeted his mind as his Dragon, Kόpathril laughed through their mental connection. Izuna bit back a retort, instead focusing on his job at task, although he sent back a feeling of mock indignation back to him. His onyx black eyes narrowed as his target suddenly came into view, surrounded by his usual contingent of bodyguards, both swordsmasters and spellcasters alike. A quick muttering of his native ancient language channeled the lightning gathering in the storm clouds above to suddenly strike in a precise bolt just ahead of the travelling group, causing them to halt with cries of surprise. Izuna shot forward with the speed that only magic can give, his sword drawn instantly from his scabbard and opposite hand outstretched, gedwëy ignasia blazing.
Dragon Name: Kόpathril (Master of Staring)
Color: Cobalt Blue
Attitude: Less serious than his Rider, although is very formal and imperturbable to mostly anyone outside of him.