Post by diamondsword on Feb 2, 2013 1:09:18 GMT -5
Username: diamondsword
Character name: Khéled Errilholdt
Gender:Male
Race: Elf
Age: 147
Allegiance: Dragon Riders!
Appearance: Khéled has deep brown eyes with flecks of hold, and long-ish black hair. Despite being an elf, his skin is a tanned bronze from many years of training beneath the sun. A smile comes quickly, especially when in the company of his friends. Khéled always wears his sword at his waist, and typically wears a light tunic of a cream or off-white color, as well as an occasional blue or green. He often wears a brown leather vest over this, and he usually compliments this with a worn set of leather trousers. A bronze ring shaped like a dragon clutching a diamond in its jaws coils itself about his right ring finger.
Khéled is something of an oddity. At random intervals during consciousness, typically an hour or two apart, bronze magic sparks shoot from random parts of his body. These bursts haven't been explained, but Khéled thinks they add to his personality.
Attitude: Khéled is a bit of an oddity. He has a harder time using magic through words. He typically, instead, will use magic through enotion; though this happening cannot be used at will, and is rare. Khéled experiences emotions quite vividly, but balances this with a wise disposition. Khéled is very friendly to almost everyone he meets, and will not hesitate to help soneone in need, but he is very cautious at heart. Whenever he meets a new person, he first analyzes them, stealthily gauging their mental exterior for malicious intent. Khéled is a very tolerant and accepting person his general disposition towards I ther's beliefs is: To each his own. The biggest thing that bugs Khéled is a lack of finesse and a general and blatant ignorance for knowledge. Khéled is generally very laid back and outgoing, preferring to think, meditate, read, practice martial arts, write, or just state at the sky with his dragon, Cicymyst.
Armament and abilities: Khéled prizes himself on his graceful and very active and acrobatic style of swordplay. As such, he loves his sword. There will be a picture of this forthwith, but for now, here's the jist of it: it's a Han dynasty jian with two semi circular cutouts for fingers just above the guard. Khéled also keeps a customized halberd in case he is summoned to war. A small and simple dagger accompanys him wherever he goes, as well as a few throwing needles hidden in odd spots on his body. As for Khéled's armor, he starts with a maille hauberk. Over this goes a leather cuirass and a lavish belt. A unique helmet of elvish make, also leather, adorns his head. The bracers and greaves he wears are also quite similar, and are very segmented. Over all of this, a small blanket seen as a good-bye gift from rhünon is carefully worn over his left shoulder. The leather is mostly a chestnut color, with an elvish green accent. That's pretty much it as far as Khéled's armament.
Khéled specializes in mind-breaking. His infectious personality and tactical skill helps him think about any scenario from the boots of his opponent. Khéled rarely uses magic, even though his magic surpasses most human and dwarf magicians'. He feels that he is not good enough with it to use it effectively in combat.
History: Yay! It's story time! Sit on down! Khéled was born beneath a comet to a younger couple living deep inside Ellesmera. It was quickly found that Khéled couldn't perform magic well at all. Even the most simple spells proved a daunting task. Khéled lagged behind all of his other elven comrades, and was given to depression an a feeling of great defeat. During his adolescence, after finding him skulking about Ellesmera, Rhünon the blacksmith befriended Khéled, taking pity on the lad. She listened to Khéled's problems, and told him to seek out Mizrahim, an old elven hermit, amd the creator and master of a unique style of combat. Mizrahim had served as the top military advisor to the elven throne for centuries, until he lost his sweetheart at the fall of Illeria. Mizrahim was hesitant to accept Khéled as his first and only servant, but after several tests of worthiness and a careful foray into the depths of Khéled's mind, Mizrahim recognized potential, and accepted Kheled as his student. For years Khéled was schooled in the way of the sword, making use of mind-to-mind teaching to learn quickly how to use a brilliantly graceful and deadly style of conbat. After a time, Khéled returned to Ellesmera. Here, he found Rhünon again, and asked if there was anything he could do to repay her for her kindness. The old elf metely smiled and gave a small chuckle.
"There is but one." She said. "I am bound by the ancient language to never craft an implenent of destruction again. For centuries I forged swords for the Riders, but now the new riders are without swords. I must pass on my art. It will take great effort, but perhaps this approach, an approach from one of your talents, may help you remove the block which impedes youre use of magic." Elated, Khéled studied with Rhünon day and night. A bond quickly formed between the two, as Rhünon taught Khéled the ways of swordsmaking. Before long, Khéled had learned much from Rhünon. She had taught him all that was necessary to forge swords for a new generation of riders, and had helped Khéled overcome his magician's block.
One day, Queen Arya walked into the forge and conversed with Rhünon. Rhünon told Khéled to go to the old Rider's quarter's, and speak his name, for the ambassador of the Dragon Riders had a dragon egg, and it needed to hatch. Khéled discarded all hope of the egg hatching for him, but still good-naturedly humored the tired-looking ambassador. The egg was a bronze-copper color, with amber-colored veins forming intricate and swirling patterns. At first, Khéled thought nothing would happen at all, but as placed his hand on the egg and reached out towards the egg, he felt the dormant mind stir, and reach back. The ambassador stopped Khéled, insisting that he take the egg home for the night and observe. Khéled spent the night in deep meditation, pondering about himself, and how things would change should the egg hatch. The egg lay in the roaring forge through the night, until the sun's first light beamed over the horizon. Once the dawn barely peeked over the horizon, the egg began to wobble, and the dragon's mind awoke. Shocked and awed at his fortune, Kazith grabbed a shovel and scooped the wobbling egg from the forge. As he laid the glowing egg on the table, he leaned over it and pondered this extraordinary blessing and familiarizing with the rhythmic ebb and flow of the young hatchling's mind. Soon, a spidering network of thread-thin hairline cracks like the veins on a flie's wings appeared, isolating a single jacked piece of the egg. The egg grew still for so long that Khéled was worried that something was amiss. Then, with a flurry violent rocking and bucking, the shard soared upwards, eclipsing the sun as it's trajectory arced towards the table. Khéled felt his heart race as he peered through the small gap and saw the small dragon fighting to free itself of its shell. He heard a small cough and a deep gasp as the hatchling took her first breath. Khéled was content and more than happy to sit and watch the young dragon chip away the egg. Once most of the egg was free, Khéled reached out with his mind and left hand (he had tactfully decided which hand to use). 'You're Cicymyst, aren't you?' He said with his mind. A jovial affirmation resounded back at the elf, accompanied by the thrumming rhythm crescendoing in his head. The copper dragon was majestic and beautiful, dawn's first rays catching her scales just right, so that they glimmered an iridescent bronze with flecks of amber as the newly christened Cicymyst bared her snout to Khéled's hand. The cold fire that seared both body and mind ran through Khéled's veins from his palm to the whole of his body, the impact of the mental connection rocking through his being in waves as his entire being was rewritten. It wasn't long before Cicymyst uttered her first confident and strong word: Khéled.
The elves' joyous feasting and reveling spread throughout the forest, and Khéled increasingly wished for peace and quiet. It wasn't long before he got his wish. The queen informed after about a month of celebrations that he would need to leave at week's end. Khéled was loathe to go, but he was excited to train with the Dragon Riders in Bromsland. Cicymyst wasn't quite big enough to ride when he had to bid Rhünon a tearful farewell. The old sword smith had presented Khéled with an intricate scarf/cape to help him remember her in his training, and to remember to forge a new generation of riders and their swords. Both dragon and rider enjoyed the next few months as they dillied and dallied along the Edda River, through the Beor Mountains, through Surda, soujourned quickly into Illiria (where they were greeted with fanfare and feasting), and on to Tierm. Khéled rode bare back upon Cicymyst for the first time over the Hadarac Desert. At Teirm, the dragon, rider, and their escort boarded a large, strong boat whose name was The Barding. A majestic dragon's head and wings formed the prow of the sleek and swift vessel the elves had made. Before too long, the shore of Bromsland, with its welcoming pale white cliffs, was in sight, ushering in a new life of adventure for Khéled and Cicymyst.
Other stuff: OOC-Just know that in operating from a mobile device, and an thus somewhat impeded as to what I can and can't do :/
RP Example: Khéled took his ready stance, leather creaking as he slid his light boots into ready position on their balls. His right hand graspedhogh on the hilt of his sword, his index finger fitter into the curve above the guard designed to give him accuracy and control of the gleaming amber blade. The webbing between the thumb and index finger of Khéled's left hand cradled te pommel of his sword, ready to launch the deadly blade into a whirling, bloody arc. Khéled's body tended with adrenaline as he relaxed his mind and stared the large Urgal down. His pulse was racing as he slipped into a pond-like state of mind: one disturbance would set off ripples of devastating moves trained millions of times into perfection and instinct.
'Careful, little hunter.' Cicymyst warned from afar, 'This one's smarter than the rest.' Khéled mentally accepted the advice and shuffled slightly in his stance, waiting for the hulking warrior to make the first move. The eyes of the warrior glared beneath the shade if a massive brow, sizing up thei prey. The Urgal let loose acaavage war cry, swinging his war-pick with such a frenzy that any normal human would have been perforated without a great struggle. Khéled, though, was an elf, and a dragon rider, at that. He flipped his blade so the point was pointing down, and deflected the pick to his left. The Urgal, though, had another plan. The pick pulled Khéled's sword off balance and used it to accelerate into the elf's chest.
"Oof!" Khéled grunted as he stumbled back. 'Yeah,' he said to Cicymyst, 'You were right.'
'Aren't I always, little one?' She answered. 'You think too quickly in combat. Set him up. Don't deflect so much. Be patient.'
'I'll give it a shot.' Khéled again took his stance, although he was now looser, his mind a tranquil sea that would swallow up his opponent. The Urgal moved in on a high right with another bloodcurdling war cry. Khéled waited until the strike seemed as if it would hit him, then flung his blade to block the pick's haft. Then, leaping onto the ball of his right foot, Khéled kicked his left foot and uncoiled all his energy into a mighty thrust that pierced the Urgal's breastplate and ended the brute's violent life.
'Very good, little hunter.'
'Thank you. That's number 793. Next.'
Cicymyst
Color-as described above, her scales are a bronze-y copper-y coupler with hints, flecks, and accents of amber.
Personality: She's very wise, even for a dragon. I kinda based he off of Uncle Iroh from Avatar: The Last Airbender, but she's got a little more fire, sass, and zest.
Character name: Khéled Errilholdt
Gender:Male
Race: Elf
Age: 147
Allegiance: Dragon Riders!
Appearance: Khéled has deep brown eyes with flecks of hold, and long-ish black hair. Despite being an elf, his skin is a tanned bronze from many years of training beneath the sun. A smile comes quickly, especially when in the company of his friends. Khéled always wears his sword at his waist, and typically wears a light tunic of a cream or off-white color, as well as an occasional blue or green. He often wears a brown leather vest over this, and he usually compliments this with a worn set of leather trousers. A bronze ring shaped like a dragon clutching a diamond in its jaws coils itself about his right ring finger.
Khéled is something of an oddity. At random intervals during consciousness, typically an hour or two apart, bronze magic sparks shoot from random parts of his body. These bursts haven't been explained, but Khéled thinks they add to his personality.
Attitude: Khéled is a bit of an oddity. He has a harder time using magic through words. He typically, instead, will use magic through enotion; though this happening cannot be used at will, and is rare. Khéled experiences emotions quite vividly, but balances this with a wise disposition. Khéled is very friendly to almost everyone he meets, and will not hesitate to help soneone in need, but he is very cautious at heart. Whenever he meets a new person, he first analyzes them, stealthily gauging their mental exterior for malicious intent. Khéled is a very tolerant and accepting person his general disposition towards I ther's beliefs is: To each his own. The biggest thing that bugs Khéled is a lack of finesse and a general and blatant ignorance for knowledge. Khéled is generally very laid back and outgoing, preferring to think, meditate, read, practice martial arts, write, or just state at the sky with his dragon, Cicymyst.
Armament and abilities: Khéled prizes himself on his graceful and very active and acrobatic style of swordplay. As such, he loves his sword. There will be a picture of this forthwith, but for now, here's the jist of it: it's a Han dynasty jian with two semi circular cutouts for fingers just above the guard. Khéled also keeps a customized halberd in case he is summoned to war. A small and simple dagger accompanys him wherever he goes, as well as a few throwing needles hidden in odd spots on his body. As for Khéled's armor, he starts with a maille hauberk. Over this goes a leather cuirass and a lavish belt. A unique helmet of elvish make, also leather, adorns his head. The bracers and greaves he wears are also quite similar, and are very segmented. Over all of this, a small blanket seen as a good-bye gift from rhünon is carefully worn over his left shoulder. The leather is mostly a chestnut color, with an elvish green accent. That's pretty much it as far as Khéled's armament.
Khéled specializes in mind-breaking. His infectious personality and tactical skill helps him think about any scenario from the boots of his opponent. Khéled rarely uses magic, even though his magic surpasses most human and dwarf magicians'. He feels that he is not good enough with it to use it effectively in combat.
History: Yay! It's story time! Sit on down! Khéled was born beneath a comet to a younger couple living deep inside Ellesmera. It was quickly found that Khéled couldn't perform magic well at all. Even the most simple spells proved a daunting task. Khéled lagged behind all of his other elven comrades, and was given to depression an a feeling of great defeat. During his adolescence, after finding him skulking about Ellesmera, Rhünon the blacksmith befriended Khéled, taking pity on the lad. She listened to Khéled's problems, and told him to seek out Mizrahim, an old elven hermit, amd the creator and master of a unique style of combat. Mizrahim had served as the top military advisor to the elven throne for centuries, until he lost his sweetheart at the fall of Illeria. Mizrahim was hesitant to accept Khéled as his first and only servant, but after several tests of worthiness and a careful foray into the depths of Khéled's mind, Mizrahim recognized potential, and accepted Kheled as his student. For years Khéled was schooled in the way of the sword, making use of mind-to-mind teaching to learn quickly how to use a brilliantly graceful and deadly style of conbat. After a time, Khéled returned to Ellesmera. Here, he found Rhünon again, and asked if there was anything he could do to repay her for her kindness. The old elf metely smiled and gave a small chuckle.
"There is but one." She said. "I am bound by the ancient language to never craft an implenent of destruction again. For centuries I forged swords for the Riders, but now the new riders are without swords. I must pass on my art. It will take great effort, but perhaps this approach, an approach from one of your talents, may help you remove the block which impedes youre use of magic." Elated, Khéled studied with Rhünon day and night. A bond quickly formed between the two, as Rhünon taught Khéled the ways of swordsmaking. Before long, Khéled had learned much from Rhünon. She had taught him all that was necessary to forge swords for a new generation of riders, and had helped Khéled overcome his magician's block.
One day, Queen Arya walked into the forge and conversed with Rhünon. Rhünon told Khéled to go to the old Rider's quarter's, and speak his name, for the ambassador of the Dragon Riders had a dragon egg, and it needed to hatch. Khéled discarded all hope of the egg hatching for him, but still good-naturedly humored the tired-looking ambassador. The egg was a bronze-copper color, with amber-colored veins forming intricate and swirling patterns. At first, Khéled thought nothing would happen at all, but as placed his hand on the egg and reached out towards the egg, he felt the dormant mind stir, and reach back. The ambassador stopped Khéled, insisting that he take the egg home for the night and observe. Khéled spent the night in deep meditation, pondering about himself, and how things would change should the egg hatch. The egg lay in the roaring forge through the night, until the sun's first light beamed over the horizon. Once the dawn barely peeked over the horizon, the egg began to wobble, and the dragon's mind awoke. Shocked and awed at his fortune, Kazith grabbed a shovel and scooped the wobbling egg from the forge. As he laid the glowing egg on the table, he leaned over it and pondered this extraordinary blessing and familiarizing with the rhythmic ebb and flow of the young hatchling's mind. Soon, a spidering network of thread-thin hairline cracks like the veins on a flie's wings appeared, isolating a single jacked piece of the egg. The egg grew still for so long that Khéled was worried that something was amiss. Then, with a flurry violent rocking and bucking, the shard soared upwards, eclipsing the sun as it's trajectory arced towards the table. Khéled felt his heart race as he peered through the small gap and saw the small dragon fighting to free itself of its shell. He heard a small cough and a deep gasp as the hatchling took her first breath. Khéled was content and more than happy to sit and watch the young dragon chip away the egg. Once most of the egg was free, Khéled reached out with his mind and left hand (he had tactfully decided which hand to use). 'You're Cicymyst, aren't you?' He said with his mind. A jovial affirmation resounded back at the elf, accompanied by the thrumming rhythm crescendoing in his head. The copper dragon was majestic and beautiful, dawn's first rays catching her scales just right, so that they glimmered an iridescent bronze with flecks of amber as the newly christened Cicymyst bared her snout to Khéled's hand. The cold fire that seared both body and mind ran through Khéled's veins from his palm to the whole of his body, the impact of the mental connection rocking through his being in waves as his entire being was rewritten. It wasn't long before Cicymyst uttered her first confident and strong word: Khéled.
The elves' joyous feasting and reveling spread throughout the forest, and Khéled increasingly wished for peace and quiet. It wasn't long before he got his wish. The queen informed after about a month of celebrations that he would need to leave at week's end. Khéled was loathe to go, but he was excited to train with the Dragon Riders in Bromsland. Cicymyst wasn't quite big enough to ride when he had to bid Rhünon a tearful farewell. The old sword smith had presented Khéled with an intricate scarf/cape to help him remember her in his training, and to remember to forge a new generation of riders and their swords. Both dragon and rider enjoyed the next few months as they dillied and dallied along the Edda River, through the Beor Mountains, through Surda, soujourned quickly into Illiria (where they were greeted with fanfare and feasting), and on to Tierm. Khéled rode bare back upon Cicymyst for the first time over the Hadarac Desert. At Teirm, the dragon, rider, and their escort boarded a large, strong boat whose name was The Barding. A majestic dragon's head and wings formed the prow of the sleek and swift vessel the elves had made. Before too long, the shore of Bromsland, with its welcoming pale white cliffs, was in sight, ushering in a new life of adventure for Khéled and Cicymyst.
Other stuff: OOC-Just know that in operating from a mobile device, and an thus somewhat impeded as to what I can and can't do :/
RP Example: Khéled took his ready stance, leather creaking as he slid his light boots into ready position on their balls. His right hand graspedhogh on the hilt of his sword, his index finger fitter into the curve above the guard designed to give him accuracy and control of the gleaming amber blade. The webbing between the thumb and index finger of Khéled's left hand cradled te pommel of his sword, ready to launch the deadly blade into a whirling, bloody arc. Khéled's body tended with adrenaline as he relaxed his mind and stared the large Urgal down. His pulse was racing as he slipped into a pond-like state of mind: one disturbance would set off ripples of devastating moves trained millions of times into perfection and instinct.
'Careful, little hunter.' Cicymyst warned from afar, 'This one's smarter than the rest.' Khéled mentally accepted the advice and shuffled slightly in his stance, waiting for the hulking warrior to make the first move. The eyes of the warrior glared beneath the shade if a massive brow, sizing up thei prey. The Urgal let loose acaavage war cry, swinging his war-pick with such a frenzy that any normal human would have been perforated without a great struggle. Khéled, though, was an elf, and a dragon rider, at that. He flipped his blade so the point was pointing down, and deflected the pick to his left. The Urgal, though, had another plan. The pick pulled Khéled's sword off balance and used it to accelerate into the elf's chest.
"Oof!" Khéled grunted as he stumbled back. 'Yeah,' he said to Cicymyst, 'You were right.'
'Aren't I always, little one?' She answered. 'You think too quickly in combat. Set him up. Don't deflect so much. Be patient.'
'I'll give it a shot.' Khéled again took his stance, although he was now looser, his mind a tranquil sea that would swallow up his opponent. The Urgal moved in on a high right with another bloodcurdling war cry. Khéled waited until the strike seemed as if it would hit him, then flung his blade to block the pick's haft. Then, leaping onto the ball of his right foot, Khéled kicked his left foot and uncoiled all his energy into a mighty thrust that pierced the Urgal's breastplate and ended the brute's violent life.
'Very good, little hunter.'
'Thank you. That's number 793. Next.'
Cicymyst
Color-as described above, her scales are a bronze-y copper-y coupler with hints, flecks, and accents of amber.
Personality: She's very wise, even for a dragon. I kinda based he off of Uncle Iroh from Avatar: The Last Airbender, but she's got a little more fire, sass, and zest.
