Post by arlondalesotari on Apr 18, 2015 23:28:57 GMT -5
Your username:
arlondalesotari
Character's name:
Arlondale Sotari
Character's age:
15
Character's attitude:
Proud, kind, fierce, and extremely loyal.
Character's Race:
Elf
Character's appearance: He stands at 6'1 and has long black hair, ice blue eyes and a delicate face. He wears simple clothes when out and about, but is comfortable in any armor.
Character's allegiance: Dragon Rider
Weapons:
He prefers using a bow and arrows, as well as a pair of elven sabers.
Other Info: He is a skilled fighter and magic user, but prefers to talk his way out of a hairy situation.
History: Arlondale was born shortly after Eragon left. He was one of the first children of his generation. His parents were Erya and Dranuel Sotari. They lived on the outskirts of Ellesmera. He spent much of his early life learning the ways of his people, how to fight, to harness the Ancient Language and to use magic. Like others of his race he revered nature, and befriended many creatures. He also learned the art of diplomacy and subterfuge. During his training he was taught how to repair and maintain his equipment. On his fifteenth birthday he was chosen to visit the Dragon eggs. That was the night that changed his life forever.
Role Play Sample: He heard a hiss on his left and saw a Ra'zac charge his men, one was crushed by its sheer bulk, Arlondale dove out of the way. He stood and saw his last warrior fire several arrows at it as it closed in on him. It's blade flashed out and decapitated the soldier. It turned towards Arlondale. He threw down his bow and drew his hunting, crouching down in a fighter's stance. The beast charged him and he rolled between its legs. As he rolled he brought the knife up, digging deep into its muscle. He used the momentum of his roll to propel himself back onto his feet, he whirled around on the ball of his right foot and leapt onto the beasts back. He wrapped one arm around its neck and stabbed it in the back of its head, where it connected with its spine. It roared and slammed him against a wall, his vision dimmed and some of his ribs broke but he still hung on, it tried to stab him. Arlondale brought the knife down it's hard chitin six times before cutting through, his blade was now coated in thick, putrid blood. The creature was now bleeding from multiple wounds. The blood coating his arm made it difficult to hold on, and it managed to throw him, he hit a wall hard and it took him a moment to recover. It charged him again, this time he dove to the left and cut the tendon connecting its knee to its femur. He ran a few feet away and the beast turned slowly, limping due to its new injury. He charged it and feigned to the left, then ducked right spinning so that he was behind it again. He leapt onto it's back again, latching on with one arm. He stabbed it repeatedly, search for the jugular, or carotid artery. After six attempts his blade slashed through the carotid artery. As he pulled out the blade a thick stream of blood gushed from the wound, he leapt off of its back and landed hard. He watched as the creature clawed at its neck, trying to staunch the flow of blood, within four minutes the blood slowed and its knees buckled, it then fell over dead lying face first in a pool of blood. He felt someone's hands lift him up and he turned around to see another warrior.
arlondalesotari
Character's name:
Arlondale Sotari
Character's age:
15
Character's attitude:
Proud, kind, fierce, and extremely loyal.
Character's Race:
Elf
Character's appearance: He stands at 6'1 and has long black hair, ice blue eyes and a delicate face. He wears simple clothes when out and about, but is comfortable in any armor.
Character's allegiance: Dragon Rider
Weapons:
He prefers using a bow and arrows, as well as a pair of elven sabers.
Other Info: He is a skilled fighter and magic user, but prefers to talk his way out of a hairy situation.
History: Arlondale was born shortly after Eragon left. He was one of the first children of his generation. His parents were Erya and Dranuel Sotari. They lived on the outskirts of Ellesmera. He spent much of his early life learning the ways of his people, how to fight, to harness the Ancient Language and to use magic. Like others of his race he revered nature, and befriended many creatures. He also learned the art of diplomacy and subterfuge. During his training he was taught how to repair and maintain his equipment. On his fifteenth birthday he was chosen to visit the Dragon eggs. That was the night that changed his life forever.
Role Play Sample: He heard a hiss on his left and saw a Ra'zac charge his men, one was crushed by its sheer bulk, Arlondale dove out of the way. He stood and saw his last warrior fire several arrows at it as it closed in on him. It's blade flashed out and decapitated the soldier. It turned towards Arlondale. He threw down his bow and drew his hunting, crouching down in a fighter's stance. The beast charged him and he rolled between its legs. As he rolled he brought the knife up, digging deep into its muscle. He used the momentum of his roll to propel himself back onto his feet, he whirled around on the ball of his right foot and leapt onto the beasts back. He wrapped one arm around its neck and stabbed it in the back of its head, where it connected with its spine. It roared and slammed him against a wall, his vision dimmed and some of his ribs broke but he still hung on, it tried to stab him. Arlondale brought the knife down it's hard chitin six times before cutting through, his blade was now coated in thick, putrid blood. The creature was now bleeding from multiple wounds. The blood coating his arm made it difficult to hold on, and it managed to throw him, he hit a wall hard and it took him a moment to recover. It charged him again, this time he dove to the left and cut the tendon connecting its knee to its femur. He ran a few feet away and the beast turned slowly, limping due to its new injury. He charged it and feigned to the left, then ducked right spinning so that he was behind it again. He leapt onto it's back again, latching on with one arm. He stabbed it repeatedly, search for the jugular, or carotid artery. After six attempts his blade slashed through the carotid artery. As he pulled out the blade a thick stream of blood gushed from the wound, he leapt off of its back and landed hard. He watched as the creature clawed at its neck, trying to staunch the flow of blood, within four minutes the blood slowed and its knees buckled, it then fell over dead lying face first in a pool of blood. He felt someone's hands lift him up and he turned around to see another warrior.
