Post by Zarroc on May 12, 2011 20:37:12 GMT -5
Your username: IetZarroc
Character's name: Damien
Character's age: 23
Character's attitude: smirkish. He has spent years developing an outer stone image, so it is very hard to tell what his true outlook to things are. Inside, though, his mind is a complex buzz of hatred. He always has despised those who he deems to be under him, which include anyone who is not a rider and who is not allied with the empire. He displays a kind of enjoyment for the torment of these others, and will sometimes go out of his way to do so. Those who are of ‘equal’ rank, however, he treats with a mild respect. Galbatorix is the only person who he thinks is higher than himself, and will obey him without question.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: He is darker haired, with a small goatee. His eyes are dark brown, almost black. He almost always wears black raiment, with small red accents. His armor is spiked, but he does not wear it often. when he does, though, with Chaos’ full battle armor, they can strike fear into their foes hearts.
Character's allegiance: Empire
Weapons: A large black sword, slightly longer than his leg. It is inscribed with the ancient language rune for death.
Other Info: He is a rider.
Character's name: Chaos
Character's age: 3 years
Character's attitude: Deadly. He, being a dragon, cares nothing of the lives of others. His deadly appearance only lends to that, making himself seem like hades to others. He enjoys death, enjoys wheedling into another’s mind as it is dying, enjoys watching another die a painful, terrible death. He and Damien make a very good pair.
Character's Race: Dragon
Character's appearance: Dark, dark black. If you could imagine the deepest black possible, and make that even blacker, you would end up with Chaos’ scales. He blends in perfectly with any night sky, if not to perfectly, being almost to black. His eyes, though, are piercing red.
History: Damien was born to a poor family in Uru’baen. He was raised in this dark city, learning at a young age to fend for himself. He was almost always hungry, so he learned the simple craft of pick pocketing, thus gaining more food for his himself. He grew up like this, until he was fourteen. That year, his father died, and his mother was left a widow with Damien and his three siblings. His mother was forced to go into the service of a rich merchant, and his siblings followed suite, finding good work in good houses. Damien, however, continued to live on the streets. They hardened him, teaching him, forcing him to go bigger than petty pick pocketing. So he turned to larger theft. When he was in his sixteenth year, he was caught breaking into the house where his mother worked. He was put into one of the smaller prisons in the city, but was soon let out with a warning. When he was eighteen, he joined galbatorix’s army, quickly gaining rank. When he turned twenty he visited the palace, and the treasury where the dragon eggs were kept. By then, Damien had been corrupted in the army. His sword stained multiple times with the blood of many people. A dragon egg hatched for him, which he named chaos. From there, he was plunged headfirst into a whirlwind of training. His swordsmanship improved daily, and his magic skills, of which he previously had none, bloomed. Soon he rivaled many of the best at swordsmanship. Chaos also grew. he was a very bulky dragon, and with magic acceleration, he became a giant. He himself trained, hour after hour, never seeming to tire. He became ferocious, his killing style deadly. Together, they were almost unstoppable, their hatred of the varden renowned. They hated the varden for no other reason than to hate.
Role Play Sample:
Damien swiftly stabbed the man in front of him, watching his corpse fall to the ground. He wiped his blade on the ground, then sheathed it. Chaos strode over to him, tipping over a burning wagon as he did so. a petty mission. he observed. Not enough of a challenge. his claw aimlessly tore into a dead carcass of an ox, which he flicked off with annoyance. Damien observed his work silently, though he inwardly agreed. The destruction the two had created was strewn about the clearing, corpses laying everywhere. The two had been sent by galbatorix to punish a travelling merchant. Rather than killing the merchant and letting the others continue, chaos and the rider destroyed the whole of them, allowing none to live. The fires still burned fresh from chaos’ flame, rich and dark and black. Damien crossed over to chaos and lept lightly upon his back. Chaos crouched, then jumped, pushing off the ground using his tail. He flew off towards galbatorix’s castle, leaving behind them the carnage in the clearing.
OOc:
This took me FOREVER to finish! now, I has an evily evil dragon! *does the happy dance*
Character's name: Damien
Character's age: 23
Character's attitude: smirkish. He has spent years developing an outer stone image, so it is very hard to tell what his true outlook to things are. Inside, though, his mind is a complex buzz of hatred. He always has despised those who he deems to be under him, which include anyone who is not a rider and who is not allied with the empire. He displays a kind of enjoyment for the torment of these others, and will sometimes go out of his way to do so. Those who are of ‘equal’ rank, however, he treats with a mild respect. Galbatorix is the only person who he thinks is higher than himself, and will obey him without question.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: He is darker haired, with a small goatee. His eyes are dark brown, almost black. He almost always wears black raiment, with small red accents. His armor is spiked, but he does not wear it often. when he does, though, with Chaos’ full battle armor, they can strike fear into their foes hearts.
Character's allegiance: Empire
Weapons: A large black sword, slightly longer than his leg. It is inscribed with the ancient language rune for death.
Other Info: He is a rider.
Character's name: Chaos
Character's age: 3 years
Character's attitude: Deadly. He, being a dragon, cares nothing of the lives of others. His deadly appearance only lends to that, making himself seem like hades to others. He enjoys death, enjoys wheedling into another’s mind as it is dying, enjoys watching another die a painful, terrible death. He and Damien make a very good pair.
Character's Race: Dragon
Character's appearance: Dark, dark black. If you could imagine the deepest black possible, and make that even blacker, you would end up with Chaos’ scales. He blends in perfectly with any night sky, if not to perfectly, being almost to black. His eyes, though, are piercing red.
History: Damien was born to a poor family in Uru’baen. He was raised in this dark city, learning at a young age to fend for himself. He was almost always hungry, so he learned the simple craft of pick pocketing, thus gaining more food for his himself. He grew up like this, until he was fourteen. That year, his father died, and his mother was left a widow with Damien and his three siblings. His mother was forced to go into the service of a rich merchant, and his siblings followed suite, finding good work in good houses. Damien, however, continued to live on the streets. They hardened him, teaching him, forcing him to go bigger than petty pick pocketing. So he turned to larger theft. When he was in his sixteenth year, he was caught breaking into the house where his mother worked. He was put into one of the smaller prisons in the city, but was soon let out with a warning. When he was eighteen, he joined galbatorix’s army, quickly gaining rank. When he turned twenty he visited the palace, and the treasury where the dragon eggs were kept. By then, Damien had been corrupted in the army. His sword stained multiple times with the blood of many people. A dragon egg hatched for him, which he named chaos. From there, he was plunged headfirst into a whirlwind of training. His swordsmanship improved daily, and his magic skills, of which he previously had none, bloomed. Soon he rivaled many of the best at swordsmanship. Chaos also grew. he was a very bulky dragon, and with magic acceleration, he became a giant. He himself trained, hour after hour, never seeming to tire. He became ferocious, his killing style deadly. Together, they were almost unstoppable, their hatred of the varden renowned. They hated the varden for no other reason than to hate.
Role Play Sample:
Damien swiftly stabbed the man in front of him, watching his corpse fall to the ground. He wiped his blade on the ground, then sheathed it. Chaos strode over to him, tipping over a burning wagon as he did so. a petty mission. he observed. Not enough of a challenge. his claw aimlessly tore into a dead carcass of an ox, which he flicked off with annoyance. Damien observed his work silently, though he inwardly agreed. The destruction the two had created was strewn about the clearing, corpses laying everywhere. The two had been sent by galbatorix to punish a travelling merchant. Rather than killing the merchant and letting the others continue, chaos and the rider destroyed the whole of them, allowing none to live. The fires still burned fresh from chaos’ flame, rich and dark and black. Damien crossed over to chaos and lept lightly upon his back. Chaos crouched, then jumped, pushing off the ground using his tail. He flew off towards galbatorix’s castle, leaving behind them the carnage in the clearing.
OOc:
This took me FOREVER to finish! now, I has an evily evil dragon! *does the happy dance*
