Post by Backabuth on Nov 16, 2008 2:45:54 GMT -5
Your Username: Backabuth
Character's Name: Aren
Character's Age: 558
Character's Attitude: You could say that Aren is rather reserved and quiet. Of course, living in the wilderness most of his life with only a dragon would do that to you. Before he was sent on his mission, Aren was outgoing and funny, a joy to be around, and pretty much a really happy guy. He sees all the delicate features of every being and thing with life in it, making him very understanding. His love for nature goes beyond any other being, for he has lived among it for over 400 years. Though, a feeling of loneliness has made a home in his heart that has wormed it’s way into the most happiest moments. Aren’s biggest enemy is this loneliness.
Character's Race: Human
Character's Appearance: Aren is as beautiful as an angel. Though he is old and weary in his mind, his physical features are at their best, as they have been since he was a youngling. His face is flawless besides the jagged scar in the middle of his left cheek that was made by one of the Forsworn, Kialandi. His stunning eyes are of a lavender hue, beholding years of wisdom and knowledge that could move a mountain. His tunics are of the most noble in the land, being weaved out of magical fabric and having bronze material weaved in the fabric. The tunics are not able to be harmed or frayed because of the magic put upon them while they were being made. He also wears a cloak with fur bordering that he made in the first months of being in the wild along with a silver ring with a large ruby named Syr. His dark, black hair falls to his shoulders when wet or combed, but sticks out from his head when not, as if he hasn’t combed it for years. His body underneath is masculine and broad; ripped in the terms of today.
Character's Allegiance: Was Vrael, but after his death, Aren has yet to choose his side.
Weapons: Aren has two Riders’ swords, one of his own and the other his father’s that were made by Rhunon. His father’s, a creamy purple that mirrored the scales of Kaona, his dragon, travels along his back with its hilt sticking up right above Aren’s right shoulder. His own is the hue of the dark sapphire color that mirrors his own dragon’s, Jamr. It hangs at his waist where he has easy access to it when needed and is named Belür. He uses no other weapons besides magic.
Other Info: Aren is one of the few Riders that survived the Fall. Aren’s survival was based on Oromis and Glaedr sending him and Jamr to search the border of Alagaesia to search for any other lands. What they found was large prairie lands that would be great for starting a new civilization.
Dragon Name: Jamr
Dragon Gender: Male
Dragon Age: 550
Dragon Color: Dark sapphire that looks almost black.
Personality: Jamr is both calming and loving. When Aren is worked up about something that doesn’t matter much, Jamr is there to tell him that, even if the results are sleeping outside of the house for many days. He jokes around when Aren is down and needs it, and is understanding when needed. It is as if he is whatever he is needed to be.
History: Aren was born in Cithri, Surda. His father, Tahan was a very important rider that was needed around Alagaesia. Aren’s mother having died while in childbirth, he traveled with his father and made many friends in many places. When his father and he came across a sapphire dragon egg, they planned to bring it to Queen Islanzadi, but it hatched to Aren along the way. When they got to Ellesmera, Aren was immediately sent to be trained. After a hundred years of training, Aren and Jamr were sent on an important quest by Oromis and Glaedr which they have been on for 500 or so years. They have just recently returned to be awe-stricken by the evil in the land.
Role-Play Sample: Jamr's beating wings and the rushing air were the only things Aren heard as he sat with his eyes half open on Jamr's back.
Wake up, young one. We are back.
Aren's eyes snapped open and he jumped forward, nearly spearing himself with one of Jamr's spikes.
Watch it, little one. You don't want to kill yourself before you see the future.
Aren smiled sheepishly and jumped from Jamr's back, landing in a roll. Lifting up his head, Aren awaited what he had longed for, for so long. The sight that stood before him didn't register in his mind. He felt Jamr's surprise and sorrow.
Where are we, Jamr?
Doru Areaba...
Aren blinked and looked at the rubble.
They're gone...We're alone! Jamr!
Jamr arched his neck and touched Aren's head.
Shush, little one. We are together, not alone.
A tear slipped down Aren's cheek as he sunk to the ground.
But they're gone...
Character's Name: Aren
Character's Age: 558
Character's Attitude: You could say that Aren is rather reserved and quiet. Of course, living in the wilderness most of his life with only a dragon would do that to you. Before he was sent on his mission, Aren was outgoing and funny, a joy to be around, and pretty much a really happy guy. He sees all the delicate features of every being and thing with life in it, making him very understanding. His love for nature goes beyond any other being, for he has lived among it for over 400 years. Though, a feeling of loneliness has made a home in his heart that has wormed it’s way into the most happiest moments. Aren’s biggest enemy is this loneliness.
Character's Race: Human
Character's Appearance: Aren is as beautiful as an angel. Though he is old and weary in his mind, his physical features are at their best, as they have been since he was a youngling. His face is flawless besides the jagged scar in the middle of his left cheek that was made by one of the Forsworn, Kialandi. His stunning eyes are of a lavender hue, beholding years of wisdom and knowledge that could move a mountain. His tunics are of the most noble in the land, being weaved out of magical fabric and having bronze material weaved in the fabric. The tunics are not able to be harmed or frayed because of the magic put upon them while they were being made. He also wears a cloak with fur bordering that he made in the first months of being in the wild along with a silver ring with a large ruby named Syr. His dark, black hair falls to his shoulders when wet or combed, but sticks out from his head when not, as if he hasn’t combed it for years. His body underneath is masculine and broad; ripped in the terms of today.
Character's Allegiance: Was Vrael, but after his death, Aren has yet to choose his side.
Weapons: Aren has two Riders’ swords, one of his own and the other his father’s that were made by Rhunon. His father’s, a creamy purple that mirrored the scales of Kaona, his dragon, travels along his back with its hilt sticking up right above Aren’s right shoulder. His own is the hue of the dark sapphire color that mirrors his own dragon’s, Jamr. It hangs at his waist where he has easy access to it when needed and is named Belür. He uses no other weapons besides magic.
Other Info: Aren is one of the few Riders that survived the Fall. Aren’s survival was based on Oromis and Glaedr sending him and Jamr to search the border of Alagaesia to search for any other lands. What they found was large prairie lands that would be great for starting a new civilization.
Dragon Name: Jamr
Dragon Gender: Male
Dragon Age: 550
Dragon Color: Dark sapphire that looks almost black.
Personality: Jamr is both calming and loving. When Aren is worked up about something that doesn’t matter much, Jamr is there to tell him that, even if the results are sleeping outside of the house for many days. He jokes around when Aren is down and needs it, and is understanding when needed. It is as if he is whatever he is needed to be.
History: Aren was born in Cithri, Surda. His father, Tahan was a very important rider that was needed around Alagaesia. Aren’s mother having died while in childbirth, he traveled with his father and made many friends in many places. When his father and he came across a sapphire dragon egg, they planned to bring it to Queen Islanzadi, but it hatched to Aren along the way. When they got to Ellesmera, Aren was immediately sent to be trained. After a hundred years of training, Aren and Jamr were sent on an important quest by Oromis and Glaedr which they have been on for 500 or so years. They have just recently returned to be awe-stricken by the evil in the land.
Role-Play Sample: Jamr's beating wings and the rushing air were the only things Aren heard as he sat with his eyes half open on Jamr's back.
Wake up, young one. We are back.
Aren's eyes snapped open and he jumped forward, nearly spearing himself with one of Jamr's spikes.
Watch it, little one. You don't want to kill yourself before you see the future.
Aren smiled sheepishly and jumped from Jamr's back, landing in a roll. Lifting up his head, Aren awaited what he had longed for, for so long. The sight that stood before him didn't register in his mind. He felt Jamr's surprise and sorrow.
Where are we, Jamr?
Doru Areaba...
Aren blinked and looked at the rubble.
They're gone...We're alone! Jamr!
Jamr arched his neck and touched Aren's head.
Shush, little one. We are together, not alone.
A tear slipped down Aren's cheek as he sunk to the ground.
But they're gone...
