Post by linea on Nov 17, 2008 22:42:22 GMT -5
Your username: Linea
Character's name: Raylian
Character's age: 563
Character's attitude: Sharp, witty, knows when solemnity is due (she's Ancient for Pete's sake!)
Character's Race: Elf
Character's appearance: Lithe.Star-light hair, which flows down her back in graceful waves . Tall. Elven. Bright blue eyes with depth. Wears traditional Elven clothes.
Character's allegiance: Was of Vrael, but decided to join with Varden
Weapons: Rider's Blade Celobra (Honor), and bow and arrows sang from foreign plants
Other Info: Her magic is strongest when dealing with the elements. Does not have Eldunari. She and her dragon are oft called the twilit pair.
Dragon Name: K'laestn
Dragon Gender: Male
Dragon Color: Silver
Dragon Age: 553
Dragon Personality: Not prone to talking, instead shares most of his thoughts through sight and sound waves across the mental link. But when talks, is not rash.
Dragon Abilities: Stronger than most, he can carry the weight of several people and still fly well. Can breathe long trails of fire for over an hour, but then must rest awhile.
History: She was born in the illustrious Illirea in time gone by. At the age of ten, she was presented before an egg, which hatched for her. She and the hatchling began there training initially in Illirea, but were moved to Doru Areaba for the remainder. She and her dragon grew in status within the Riders' Order, and she was set with pupils. After many, many years in that position, she was advanced to the Council. From there, Vrael assigned her to see if rumors of brooding Lethrblaka were true outside the borders, and to aid the neighboring countries in getting rid of them. She and K'laestn scoured the surrounding territories for years, effectively erasing and helping other people to erase the foul creatures. After a couple of centuries of this, she and K'laestn see the end of the Lethrblaka in the neighboring countries. They return to Alagaesia to report their success to the leader of the riders. Upon their return, they find their beloved Alagaesia in the midst of a bloody war and proceed to help in any way. And they try to find any remaining riders of the Ancient Order which are incorrupt.
Role Play Sample: Raylian leaped onto K'laestn's broad back and waved at the gathered people below. "Safe travels!" the king of the country called in farewell.
Raylian nodded, and with no perceptible communication, K'laestn launched himself into the air. Centuries of strength aided the master of the sky as he journeyed skyward.
Are mission here is ended, and almost at the cost of our lives, Raylian said to K'laestn.
Aye. We have been through much. I hope Vrael is pleased. Now no threat of those egg-breakers will ever enter Alagaesia.
Aye.
They flew as long as they could without resting, and then only rested for a short while each time, anxious were they to return home. After a week of almost straight flying, they passed over the Hadarac into Alagaesia. K'laetn angled his course toward Illirea to rest before continuing to Doru Areaba. What met their eyes was not the glowing city of days gone, but a bustling Empire town with rich merchants and soldiers every which way.
K'laestn hovered over the city, searching the scents above to detect any Elves or other riders. From below trumpets sounded and archers appeared on the rooftops. Bellowing his confusion to the skies, K'laestn wheeled around and headed to Doru Araeba. Raylian looked over her shoulder as the city dwindled. What happened to our city? she wondered.
I know not, I just hope Doru Araeba still stands. Smoke curled from silver nostrils. If not, I will be little pleased. They flew on to more destruction.
Character's name: Raylian
Character's age: 563
Character's attitude: Sharp, witty, knows when solemnity is due (she's Ancient for Pete's sake!)
Character's Race: Elf
Character's appearance: Lithe.Star-light hair, which flows down her back in graceful waves . Tall. Elven. Bright blue eyes with depth. Wears traditional Elven clothes.
Character's allegiance: Was of Vrael, but decided to join with Varden
Weapons: Rider's Blade Celobra (Honor), and bow and arrows sang from foreign plants
Other Info: Her magic is strongest when dealing with the elements. Does not have Eldunari. She and her dragon are oft called the twilit pair.
Dragon Name: K'laestn
Dragon Gender: Male
Dragon Color: Silver
Dragon Age: 553
Dragon Personality: Not prone to talking, instead shares most of his thoughts through sight and sound waves across the mental link. But when talks, is not rash.
Dragon Abilities: Stronger than most, he can carry the weight of several people and still fly well. Can breathe long trails of fire for over an hour, but then must rest awhile.
History: She was born in the illustrious Illirea in time gone by. At the age of ten, she was presented before an egg, which hatched for her. She and the hatchling began there training initially in Illirea, but were moved to Doru Areaba for the remainder. She and her dragon grew in status within the Riders' Order, and she was set with pupils. After many, many years in that position, she was advanced to the Council. From there, Vrael assigned her to see if rumors of brooding Lethrblaka were true outside the borders, and to aid the neighboring countries in getting rid of them. She and K'laestn scoured the surrounding territories for years, effectively erasing and helping other people to erase the foul creatures. After a couple of centuries of this, she and K'laestn see the end of the Lethrblaka in the neighboring countries. They return to Alagaesia to report their success to the leader of the riders. Upon their return, they find their beloved Alagaesia in the midst of a bloody war and proceed to help in any way. And they try to find any remaining riders of the Ancient Order which are incorrupt.
Role Play Sample: Raylian leaped onto K'laestn's broad back and waved at the gathered people below. "Safe travels!" the king of the country called in farewell.
Raylian nodded, and with no perceptible communication, K'laestn launched himself into the air. Centuries of strength aided the master of the sky as he journeyed skyward.
Are mission here is ended, and almost at the cost of our lives, Raylian said to K'laestn.
Aye. We have been through much. I hope Vrael is pleased. Now no threat of those egg-breakers will ever enter Alagaesia.
Aye.
They flew as long as they could without resting, and then only rested for a short while each time, anxious were they to return home. After a week of almost straight flying, they passed over the Hadarac into Alagaesia. K'laetn angled his course toward Illirea to rest before continuing to Doru Areaba. What met their eyes was not the glowing city of days gone, but a bustling Empire town with rich merchants and soldiers every which way.
K'laestn hovered over the city, searching the scents above to detect any Elves or other riders. From below trumpets sounded and archers appeared on the rooftops. Bellowing his confusion to the skies, K'laestn wheeled around and headed to Doru Araeba. Raylian looked over her shoulder as the city dwindled. What happened to our city? she wondered.
I know not, I just hope Doru Araeba still stands. Smoke curled from silver nostrils. If not, I will be little pleased. They flew on to more destruction.
