Post by Trinn on Sept 15, 2012 11:21:40 GMT -5
Your username: Trinn
Character's name: Nethia the Fox
Character's age: 18
Character's attitude: Nethia has a darker mindset. She is sly and clever, but no people lover. She avoids crowds and sticks to smaller villages that are less populated. The only time she ventures into bigger cities is for thievery. Nethia loathes most everybody, finding people a disgusting and dirty species, not to mention cruel and thoughtless. She was beaten as a child, and she still feels beaten as an adult. If the human race was lost, she would not mourn, at least, that's what she tells herself.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Nethia is slim and muscular. She has long, wavy black hair. Her eyes are a shade of green, brown, and gold. Hazel eyes. Her nose sits nicely centered, though it is on the larger side. It does not make her ugly, though, but adds to her uniqueness. She wears black leather pants, a laced up black leather tunic, and black leather boots. Clothing to help her be as agile and silent as possible. A must for her profession. She wears a belt that holds an array of throwing knives, and a sheath at her hip where she keeps a long dagger.
Character's allegiance: Shade Uprising.
Weapons: Throwing knives and a dagger primarily. She'll learn to use a sword effectively as a rider.
Other Info: Nethia once had a pet fox as a child. She found it abandoned and raised it to health. When her foster parents found it, they killed it and ate it for supper. One of the reasons' she has taken on the Fox as her symbol.
History: Nethia was born two years before the end of the Empire War. She was orphaned when her village in the empire was raided by Varden soldiers. Her parents had tried to stop the raid, as they had been loyal to the Empire. Nethia was then passed from foster parent to foster parent, each more cruel than the last. Her last pair of parents beat her regularly and considered her no more than a servant. Nethia was sixteen. At the time the war had been over for sometime. She didn't understand why everybody always seemed so happy when she was always so miserable. It was said the Varden had saved Alagaesia and its people. Nethia hadn't been saved. She was beaten, her pet fox was murdered before her eyes, and she was locked up in her room at night. Well, Nethia didn't like it. She wanted a different life. Sneaking a cutlery knife, Nethia murdered both of her foster parents, slitting their throats. She then escaped the village that had been her "home" and began acting as a thief to get by. She was in Gil'lead when the dragon riders came. She was seventeen then. They had dragon eggs with them, and all the young people were lined up to touch them. Despite her hate of people, Nethia joined the line and awaited her turn. When at last she was before the four dragon eggs, she touched each carefully. The third one made her fingers feel tingly. It was a bluish purple, an indigo color. Silver veins spiderwebbed across the glossy surface. One of the dragon riders smiled, too knowingly, and Nethia hurried away from the table, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze. Later that night, Nethia found the dragon riders quarters and snuck into their rooms. She found the eggs and stole the one that had made her fingers tingle. The indigo egg glistened in the moonlight that stole through the windows. Nethia managed to escape with the egg. Stupid Riders, she thought smugly. They had grown too comfortable in the peace time. A day later, the egg hatched for Nethia, and a handsome indigo male dragon became her bond. The two stayed out of sight for a year, sticking to the wilds. In time, the dragon came to call himself Nefrox.
Role Play Sample: The inn was silent with sleeping patrons. Nethia stalked through the common room, dagger in hand. She didn't often resort to killing. She reserved that method for more dire straights. The inn floor creaked once under her foot, and she paused to make sure no one awoke. Continuing on her way, she traveled up to the patrons quarters. She had learned that this was where the dragon riders were staying during their time in the city. Nethia had been relieved they hadn't chosen to stay outside the city with their dragons. Taking out a lockpick, Nethia silently opened the dragon riders door and slipped inside. Moonlight filled the room from an open window. In the middle of the two lush beds was a large crate. She recognized it from earlier that day. The two dragon riders slept peacefully. They appeared as young as she. Both Human. No wonder they weren't more guarded. Humans were so stupid. Creeping to the side of the crate, Nethia gingerly lifted the top and gazed down at the four eggs. They were all breathtakingly beautiful, but her gaze fell instantly on the indigo egg. She had felt something when she touched it. A strange, gut-wrenching feeling. Tenderly she took the egg into her arms and replaced the lid to the crate. The filled the crook of her arm, and she thought that perhaps it was larger than normal. Retracing her footsteps, she returned back down the stairs, into the common room, and out into the fresh air. She didn't stop until she was out of the city, on a stolen horse traveling far away.
Dragon Info
Dragon Name: Nefrox
Dragon Color: Indigo. At certain times Nefrox appears purple, while at others he appears blue. It all depends on the way the light catches his scales. His wings are a lighter shade of indigo, while his body is a rich dark indigo. His eyes are silver.
Dragon Attitude: Nefrox has a quiet nature. When he talks it is with solemnity and care. He has taken on his rider's view of the human race because he was raised with it. Still, he can't help but think her opinion is flawed. He wants to change his riders opinion, so that she can live a better life. He wants her to go to Bromsland, so they can better themselves. But fate will provide them both with another path, one that leads into a darker future.
Character's name: Nethia the Fox
Character's age: 18
Character's attitude: Nethia has a darker mindset. She is sly and clever, but no people lover. She avoids crowds and sticks to smaller villages that are less populated. The only time she ventures into bigger cities is for thievery. Nethia loathes most everybody, finding people a disgusting and dirty species, not to mention cruel and thoughtless. She was beaten as a child, and she still feels beaten as an adult. If the human race was lost, she would not mourn, at least, that's what she tells herself.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Nethia is slim and muscular. She has long, wavy black hair. Her eyes are a shade of green, brown, and gold. Hazel eyes. Her nose sits nicely centered, though it is on the larger side. It does not make her ugly, though, but adds to her uniqueness. She wears black leather pants, a laced up black leather tunic, and black leather boots. Clothing to help her be as agile and silent as possible. A must for her profession. She wears a belt that holds an array of throwing knives, and a sheath at her hip where she keeps a long dagger.
Character's allegiance: Shade Uprising.
Weapons: Throwing knives and a dagger primarily. She'll learn to use a sword effectively as a rider.
Other Info: Nethia once had a pet fox as a child. She found it abandoned and raised it to health. When her foster parents found it, they killed it and ate it for supper. One of the reasons' she has taken on the Fox as her symbol.
History: Nethia was born two years before the end of the Empire War. She was orphaned when her village in the empire was raided by Varden soldiers. Her parents had tried to stop the raid, as they had been loyal to the Empire. Nethia was then passed from foster parent to foster parent, each more cruel than the last. Her last pair of parents beat her regularly and considered her no more than a servant. Nethia was sixteen. At the time the war had been over for sometime. She didn't understand why everybody always seemed so happy when she was always so miserable. It was said the Varden had saved Alagaesia and its people. Nethia hadn't been saved. She was beaten, her pet fox was murdered before her eyes, and she was locked up in her room at night. Well, Nethia didn't like it. She wanted a different life. Sneaking a cutlery knife, Nethia murdered both of her foster parents, slitting their throats. She then escaped the village that had been her "home" and began acting as a thief to get by. She was in Gil'lead when the dragon riders came. She was seventeen then. They had dragon eggs with them, and all the young people were lined up to touch them. Despite her hate of people, Nethia joined the line and awaited her turn. When at last she was before the four dragon eggs, she touched each carefully. The third one made her fingers feel tingly. It was a bluish purple, an indigo color. Silver veins spiderwebbed across the glossy surface. One of the dragon riders smiled, too knowingly, and Nethia hurried away from the table, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze. Later that night, Nethia found the dragon riders quarters and snuck into their rooms. She found the eggs and stole the one that had made her fingers tingle. The indigo egg glistened in the moonlight that stole through the windows. Nethia managed to escape with the egg. Stupid Riders, she thought smugly. They had grown too comfortable in the peace time. A day later, the egg hatched for Nethia, and a handsome indigo male dragon became her bond. The two stayed out of sight for a year, sticking to the wilds. In time, the dragon came to call himself Nefrox.
Role Play Sample: The inn was silent with sleeping patrons. Nethia stalked through the common room, dagger in hand. She didn't often resort to killing. She reserved that method for more dire straights. The inn floor creaked once under her foot, and she paused to make sure no one awoke. Continuing on her way, she traveled up to the patrons quarters. She had learned that this was where the dragon riders were staying during their time in the city. Nethia had been relieved they hadn't chosen to stay outside the city with their dragons. Taking out a lockpick, Nethia silently opened the dragon riders door and slipped inside. Moonlight filled the room from an open window. In the middle of the two lush beds was a large crate. She recognized it from earlier that day. The two dragon riders slept peacefully. They appeared as young as she. Both Human. No wonder they weren't more guarded. Humans were so stupid. Creeping to the side of the crate, Nethia gingerly lifted the top and gazed down at the four eggs. They were all breathtakingly beautiful, but her gaze fell instantly on the indigo egg. She had felt something when she touched it. A strange, gut-wrenching feeling. Tenderly she took the egg into her arms and replaced the lid to the crate. The filled the crook of her arm, and she thought that perhaps it was larger than normal. Retracing her footsteps, she returned back down the stairs, into the common room, and out into the fresh air. She didn't stop until she was out of the city, on a stolen horse traveling far away.
Dragon Info
Dragon Name: Nefrox
Dragon Color: Indigo. At certain times Nefrox appears purple, while at others he appears blue. It all depends on the way the light catches his scales. His wings are a lighter shade of indigo, while his body is a rich dark indigo. His eyes are silver.
Dragon Attitude: Nefrox has a quiet nature. When he talks it is with solemnity and care. He has taken on his rider's view of the human race because he was raised with it. Still, he can't help but think her opinion is flawed. He wants to change his riders opinion, so that she can live a better life. He wants her to go to Bromsland, so they can better themselves. But fate will provide them both with another path, one that leads into a darker future.
