Post by iapetus on Jul 17, 2017 16:06:50 GMT -5
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iapetus
Character's name:
Turhamaisa
Character's age:
10
Character's attitude:
Turhamaisa is, like most dragons, extremely vainglorious. As a dragon she shows obeisance to nobody, and will go so far as to be outright rude to figures of authority. Even with elder dragons, she is often disrespectful. When they chastise her, either mentally or physically, she will submit only to sulk later, imagining the day when she will be fully grown and not beholden to even the eldest of dragons. Turhamaisa views the Eldunari from before the fall with some scorn for what she sees as their imprisonment, thinking that she would never be driven to inhabit it at the cost of losing her wings. Anything other than a dragon is beneath Turmahaisa's notice. Two legs are little more than prey to her in her mind, although she never hunts them - because they aren't worth the trouble, according to her. Even dragons bonded to Riders are seen as subservient in her eyes, the equivalent of a Kull who makes daisy chains. Turhamaisa does not so much wear her heart on her wings as simply not care what others think. Whatever is in her mind is most likely seen by others, a habit which she does not find problematic at all.
Character's Race:
Dragon - Wild
Character's appearance: Amber in colour, Turmahaisa is an average size for a Dragon her age. The spikes curving down her tailbone to the tip of her tail are curved backwards, likely to impale anyone who attempts to ride her using them.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: Scary Strong Dragonscale Armour, naturally grown; Tooth, Tail and Claw for weaponry, as well as an overinflated ego.
Other Info: Born in the Skulblaka Mountains along with most of the wild dragons.
History: Descended from two of the wild dragon eggs found by Eragon on Vroengard, Turhamaisa is a third generation dragon counting from the fall of Galbatorix. She was hatched in the back of a cave deep within the mountains, and because of this prefers nighttime and confined spaces when nesting.
Throughout her life she has often gotten in trouble with elder dragons, both wild and bonded on the rare occasions when the latter visit the mountains. She does not brook anyone correcting her and refuses to admit that she is ever wrong. Even when she is told something by an elder wild dragon, she argues the point incessantly until they leave. When the matter is one of importance she happens to "discover" a few days later, and always of her own experience, the point that the other person was trying to make. Often she will test an elder's patience to the limit and they will attack her mentally or physically to make her submit. She does so on these occasions very ungraciously. The most memorable of these was when she was three and pointedly ignored one of the bonded pairs from before the Fall. They were making a trip through all of the wild dragons' major nesting sites and came across Turmahaisa feasting on a recent kill. She didn't take any notice of their approach or introductions, but when when they tried suggesting a better hunting ground the scorn and arrogance she let flood through the mental link earned her a set of gashes across her flank and a neckpin to the forest floor.
She has born two hatches of eggs but refused to entertain the idea of giving any to the Riders. As devoted to rearing her cubs as any, she would gladly die for them while they are still in her care. Roughly a year ago, the last hatch matured enough to leave the nest in search of their own mates and Turmahaisa moved her nest to a new cave system which tunnels deep into the core of the mountains. The strange noises that reach her nest from deeper in the mountains are of no concern to her. They are most likely make by the wind, and even if not - she is a dragon and need fear nothing, why bother exploring into the heart of the mountain where she cannot fly?
Role Play Sample: There was little movement in the forest below. The day was hot and lacking even a breeze to sway the tops of the trees clinging to the mountainside. As her amber gaze drifted over the vast expanse below her, Turmahaisa felt hunger. She was a spot of amber against the light blue backdrop of the summer sky and when the sun glinted off her scales it was impossible for those below to think her anything bu a dragon. Normally the thought of this would have pleased her, but irritation was the only emotion she felt at the moment. While a hunt was enjoyable, three days of looking for prey was bordering the ridiculous. Did her food think it could survive by hiding?
As she looked from one pond to the next, a brief crash caught her attention. A couple Nagra were trampling through the tall grass bordering the lake, running within a few hundred yards of each other. Satisfaction rippled through her wings as they dipped and sent her diving towards her next meal. Air rushed past as her head thrust towards the ground. Her inner lids closed to protect her eyes from the force of the wind, the noise of her dive sounding incredibly loud against the peace of the forest. The Nagra barely had time to look around before talons closed around its neck, instantly killing it as Turmahaisa swept up and back into the air, her wings' force flattening the grass as they drove her upwards. The amber dragon glided for a few moments, looking for a clearing to land. As she swooped to a treeless area large enough for her to consume her prey in peace, the forest surrounding it revealed a pack of Shhrg slinking through the shadows. They looked up expectantly, scenting blood in the air, but the huntress had no intention of sharing her food with other prey. Flames painted the sky and a dragon's roar deafened the immense wolves. Her wings beat towards them, blowing their ears and fur back as she landed. The pack leader crept forward against the blast of air and noise, preparing to pounce. As he leapat her head, a tail swung forward and back, ripping his head from its body. This was all it took for the other Shrrg to flee back into the forest, their whimpers fading slowly into the distance. Turmahaisa took a moment to consider before delicately tearing one of the limbs off of the Nagra. She could easily have killed all the wolves for their impudence, but let them go for the sake of their shared bond in the Hunt. Besides, the Shrrg had been so considerate as to leave dessert.
iapetus
Character's name:
Turhamaisa
Character's age:
10
Character's attitude:
Turhamaisa is, like most dragons, extremely vainglorious. As a dragon she shows obeisance to nobody, and will go so far as to be outright rude to figures of authority. Even with elder dragons, she is often disrespectful. When they chastise her, either mentally or physically, she will submit only to sulk later, imagining the day when she will be fully grown and not beholden to even the eldest of dragons. Turhamaisa views the Eldunari from before the fall with some scorn for what she sees as their imprisonment, thinking that she would never be driven to inhabit it at the cost of losing her wings. Anything other than a dragon is beneath Turmahaisa's notice. Two legs are little more than prey to her in her mind, although she never hunts them - because they aren't worth the trouble, according to her. Even dragons bonded to Riders are seen as subservient in her eyes, the equivalent of a Kull who makes daisy chains. Turhamaisa does not so much wear her heart on her wings as simply not care what others think. Whatever is in her mind is most likely seen by others, a habit which she does not find problematic at all.
Character's Race:
Dragon - Wild
Character's appearance: Amber in colour, Turmahaisa is an average size for a Dragon her age. The spikes curving down her tailbone to the tip of her tail are curved backwards, likely to impale anyone who attempts to ride her using them.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: Scary Strong Dragonscale Armour, naturally grown; Tooth, Tail and Claw for weaponry, as well as an overinflated ego.
Other Info: Born in the Skulblaka Mountains along with most of the wild dragons.
History: Descended from two of the wild dragon eggs found by Eragon on Vroengard, Turhamaisa is a third generation dragon counting from the fall of Galbatorix. She was hatched in the back of a cave deep within the mountains, and because of this prefers nighttime and confined spaces when nesting.
Throughout her life she has often gotten in trouble with elder dragons, both wild and bonded on the rare occasions when the latter visit the mountains. She does not brook anyone correcting her and refuses to admit that she is ever wrong. Even when she is told something by an elder wild dragon, she argues the point incessantly until they leave. When the matter is one of importance she happens to "discover" a few days later, and always of her own experience, the point that the other person was trying to make. Often she will test an elder's patience to the limit and they will attack her mentally or physically to make her submit. She does so on these occasions very ungraciously. The most memorable of these was when she was three and pointedly ignored one of the bonded pairs from before the Fall. They were making a trip through all of the wild dragons' major nesting sites and came across Turmahaisa feasting on a recent kill. She didn't take any notice of their approach or introductions, but when when they tried suggesting a better hunting ground the scorn and arrogance she let flood through the mental link earned her a set of gashes across her flank and a neckpin to the forest floor.
She has born two hatches of eggs but refused to entertain the idea of giving any to the Riders. As devoted to rearing her cubs as any, she would gladly die for them while they are still in her care. Roughly a year ago, the last hatch matured enough to leave the nest in search of their own mates and Turmahaisa moved her nest to a new cave system which tunnels deep into the core of the mountains. The strange noises that reach her nest from deeper in the mountains are of no concern to her. They are most likely make by the wind, and even if not - she is a dragon and need fear nothing, why bother exploring into the heart of the mountain where she cannot fly?
Role Play Sample: There was little movement in the forest below. The day was hot and lacking even a breeze to sway the tops of the trees clinging to the mountainside. As her amber gaze drifted over the vast expanse below her, Turmahaisa felt hunger. She was a spot of amber against the light blue backdrop of the summer sky and when the sun glinted off her scales it was impossible for those below to think her anything bu a dragon. Normally the thought of this would have pleased her, but irritation was the only emotion she felt at the moment. While a hunt was enjoyable, three days of looking for prey was bordering the ridiculous. Did her food think it could survive by hiding?
As she looked from one pond to the next, a brief crash caught her attention. A couple Nagra were trampling through the tall grass bordering the lake, running within a few hundred yards of each other. Satisfaction rippled through her wings as they dipped and sent her diving towards her next meal. Air rushed past as her head thrust towards the ground. Her inner lids closed to protect her eyes from the force of the wind, the noise of her dive sounding incredibly loud against the peace of the forest. The Nagra barely had time to look around before talons closed around its neck, instantly killing it as Turmahaisa swept up and back into the air, her wings' force flattening the grass as they drove her upwards. The amber dragon glided for a few moments, looking for a clearing to land. As she swooped to a treeless area large enough for her to consume her prey in peace, the forest surrounding it revealed a pack of Shhrg slinking through the shadows. They looked up expectantly, scenting blood in the air, but the huntress had no intention of sharing her food with other prey. Flames painted the sky and a dragon's roar deafened the immense wolves. Her wings beat towards them, blowing their ears and fur back as she landed. The pack leader crept forward against the blast of air and noise, preparing to pounce. As he leapat her head, a tail swung forward and back, ripping his head from its body. This was all it took for the other Shrrg to flee back into the forest, their whimpers fading slowly into the distance. Turmahaisa took a moment to consider before delicately tearing one of the limbs off of the Nagra. She could easily have killed all the wolves for their impudence, but let them go for the sake of their shared bond in the Hunt. Besides, the Shrrg had been so considerate as to leave dessert.
