Post by Tismri on Aug 11, 2008 10:19:57 GMT -5
Your user name: Jeriah
Character's name: Marola
Character's age: 23 (42)
Character's attitude: Marola is full of bitterness and rage. She hides her feelings under a dark mask, and is often a loner. She tends to hide among dense crowds and is uncomfortable in a room with only a few others. Revenge often occupies her thoughts.
After giving birth to her son, Cortell, her attitude started to change. For once she had someone to love and protect, someone who relied fully upon her. Over the next three years she grew more conscientous of the fact that it was stupid to hold on to her hate. She spends a good deal of time in fear of either being discovered by the Empire and getting killed by Galbatorix, or running into the Varden and accidentally letting her vow to destroy them control her. Though she didn't realize it at first, recently her true name has changed and she is no longer held to this vow.
Since joining Gladia Celesti, she has become a far more peaceful woman. She is still uncomfortable around strangers, but makes an effort to get to know them. She has come to believe in the tribe's cause and often helps them rescue slaves. Also among Gladia Celesti she has finally met the man she loves, Marcus.
Character's race: half-human half-elf
Character's appearance: Marola is nearly six feet tall, slender and strong. She has long bright red hair with a black streak running through it. Her eyes are bluish green. She is rather attractive. She often wears black leather with a black hooded cloak.
After joining Gladia Celesti, her attire changes. She now wears a forest green dress and cloak, which is fastened with a star-shaped brooch.
(this would be a more recent portrait of her, after she joins Gladia Celesti)
Character's allegiance: Gladia Celesti (neutral)
Weapons: Three knives drawn from her back: two are short and resting on her shoulderblades. The third is drawn upsidedown and rests directly on her spine, giving her a rigid appearance. These three weapons are concealed by her cloak. She also wears a sword at her side, her choice weapon.
She lost her third knife and one of her daggers during a fight to escape the Empire, and has never replaced it. She also lost her sword, but in the Hadarac Desert found a new one, a long buried, forest green Rider's blade named Gulia. She has a bow given to her by a friend, and this bow had once belonged to her father, Morzan.
History: Marola is Morzan's daughter. Before Selena, Morzan actually had love in his life. He loved Gloriana, an elf-woman he had met in Gil'ead. Gloriana had rather boldly been exploring the Empire cities near Du Weldenvarden. Only Morzan knew her true identity He cared for her and married her when Galbatorix showed no disapproval. They were as happy as they could be for about two years. Then Gloriana died while giving birth to a baby girl.
While Gloriana was carrying, she feared for her child's safety. If it came out that she was half-elf before she was old enough to defend herself, she may be killed for it. So she took a locket-a gold piece with tiny emeralds set in it, containing a picture of herself and Morzan, and put a spell over her unborn baby girl, restraining her elven abilities. She placed a spell on the locket so when Marola opened it, the spell on her abilities would be broken. Then she gave the locket to her friend, Nerasa, telling her to give it to her girl when she was old enough. As an additional protective measure, Gloriana set her ancetral ward, Itward, upon her child, to protect her until she could protect herself.
While she lay dying, Gloriana asked Morzan to not reveal to the child that her mother was an elf. Morzan agreed to this, his beloved wife's final request.
Morzan was depressed by Gloriana's death, but he doted on his daughter, whom he name Marola. He spent as much time with her as he could, though their time together was often consumed with Morzan teaching Marola fighting techniques an little pieces of magic. He raised her in Gil'ead, so she never even knew about Selena or her own half-brother, Murtagh until Thorn hatched for him.
While Marola was a child, she spent a number of lonely years while her father was about the king's business. While the servants kept her company, her main friend was Itward, a seemingly imaginary being who appeared as a tall skeleton wearing an elven tunic. He would comfort her and tell her stories, as well as protect her from impending danger. She didn't learn until she was much older what his true nature was.
When she was about seven years old, Morzan was in Gil'ead on a mission: retrieve the stolen dragon egg and kill Brom. He, of course, failed. Marola was walking through the streets when she saw the old man kill her father. Just as Brom ran away carrying a blue stone, Marola ran to her dying father. He looked into her eyes and, with his dying breath, asked her to avenge him. Marola wept and vowed she would. Ever since then, Marola has been training as hard as she could, becoming an assassin for Galbatorix, as well as joining a secretive group of murderers known as the Family. All the while, she waited. Waited for Brom to come out of hiding. When she heard that Brom was dead, she turned her vengence to his accomplice: Eragon.
After a variety of stupid mistakes on her account, Marola became pregnant with a son. She did not trust the father, Tyr Valentine, and completely refused to refer to him as her child's father, or any relation, even after Valentine was killed. After she gave birth to her son, she slowly began to realize that to continue to follow Galbatorix would endanger Cortell, and herself. She fled the Empire, but was pursued by a Black Hand agent named Marcus. For three years she has eluded him and protected her child from the Empire. She also placed Itward on Cortell to defend him from dangers when she could not.
Then, one day, the worst she expected happened. She was captured by the Empire. However, she managed to send Cortell with Nerasa to the Varden before she was caught. She also sent two letters when them. One was to Nasuada, explaining her position and apologizing for her former actions. The other was to Einar, also explaining what had happened to her and requesting that he take care of her son should she not survive.
Marola was brought before Galbatorix, where she was questioned and tortured, but managed not to reveal Cortell's existance to the king. She escaped later that night and found the Varden. Once she was there, she discovered that Einar had accepted her charge and was taking care of Cortell. He had taken him to Gladia Celesti in order to introduce the child to his wife. She contacted the tribe and received their location. She had at first intended to simply retrieve her son and then leave them, but something about the tribe of former slaves held her heart. She decided to remain and help them with their cause. Soon after, she fell in love with Marcus, their proclaimed leader who had become her friend. She also found that he reciprocated these feelings. She has discovered that staying with Gladia Celesti was by far the best decision she has ever made.
Sixteen years passed, and Marola and Marcus' family grew. Beyond Cortell, they had four children together: Daeron, Talia, Gloriann, and Lyta. Their last child had been born a twin, but sadly the other died at childbirth. Marola was devastated, and it took her a few years to recover completely from the loss of a child. Out of paranoia, and since Cortell was old enough to protect himself well enough, she placed Itward on Lyta instead.
Marola watched as her children grew: Glory became a Rider and studied as Bromsland, only to be seduced into serving the Shade Rider. Daeron was similarly tricked, first into following the Shade and then into joining the Family. A dragon hatched for Tally as well, who devoted herself to protecting those she cared about. Cortell joined the village guard, keeping watch to protect all of Celesti. And Lyta grew into a sweet girl utterly devoted to her family.
The peace Marola had found at last could not remain. One somber afternoon while taking Lyta to visit her favorite spot in Alagaesia, Marola was confronted by the Shade Rider Katriana. She hid her daughter with magic, and with Rauthr tried to defeat or drive away the monster. Tragically, Katriana easily overcame them both. After a long and painful torture, accompanied by endless taunts, Katriana left them to die. And die they did, Rider and dragon both.
Role-play sample:
Marola walked through the vaults deep within Surda's capital. This had to be where they were kept. Her orders were clear: capture as many of the dragon eggs as possible. She found out that they were in the deepest vaults, with wards and guards. The guards she could get past no problem, but the wards...She had a plan, but if it backfired she would have to figure something else out.
Soon she saw the door, with two guards before it. Only two? The Varden must be more stupid than I thought. She went and spoke with them, assuming a pleasant voice.
"Hello, I seem a bit lost. How do I get back to the city?"
"You turn around, make three left turns, then one right turn," one of them answered.
"I'll escort you out," said the other.
Marola smiled. "No need," she said, then drew her two daggers from her shoulders and killed the guards before they even had time to react.
Now the wards, she thought to herself. She reached out with her mind, like her father had taught her to do many years ago. Finally, she found the magicians who held the wards. They were not very far, in order to conserve energy in case someone decided to try to break through, because magic was affected by distance. Using simple magic to make her voice sound like that of one of the guards, she called out,
"Let me in the vault. I have a hopeful here sent by King Orrin." She could feel that the magicians were surprised, but they let down the wards, believing the story. Marola rolled her eyes to herself. The Varden are stupid! She thought as she walked in. There in the vault lay seventeen dragon eggs. Sheathing her daggers, Marola began to gather the eggs. Then she heard a sound from one of them. A dark green one wobbled.
"Rauthr!" she cursed. Leaving all the others, she grabbed the hatching one and placed it in the pack on her back, the nran out the door. She made her way outside again and found her horse. Jumping on him, she fled from the city, not stopping until she reached Empire territory again.
Once she crossed the border, Marola slowed her horse to a stop, then got off. She reached back into her pack to make sure the egg was still there. As soon as she did, blinding pain reached down her arm. She shook as her arm felt like it was on fire, her hand like it was laid upon ice. After a few minutes the pain subsided. Marola tore the pack off her back and looked inside. There, lying among fragments of his shell, was a dark green dragon. Marola glanced at her hand and saw that it was a shining whitish color.
"Rauthr," she whispered to herself. The dragon's head perked up. Marola smiled, for once a genuinly happy smile.
So, I carry on my father's legacy, as does Murtagh. She again looked at her dragon.
"You need a name," she told him, then it hit her. "Your name...it's Rauthr, isn't it?" The dragon looked at her with intellegent eyes. "Yes. Your name is Rauthr, for together we shall rain misfortune upon our enemies." Rauthr crawled into her lap and hummed contentedly.
Dragon information:
Name: Rauthr
Gender: male
Color: dark green
Personality: Rauthr tends to agree with Marola whatever she is feeling. He learns from her and she learns from him. They help each other grow. Whatever her opinion is, it is his.
Okay, how did I do on this one? lol
Character's name: Marola
Character's age: 23 (42)
Character's attitude: Marola is full of bitterness and rage. She hides her feelings under a dark mask, and is often a loner. She tends to hide among dense crowds and is uncomfortable in a room with only a few others. Revenge often occupies her thoughts.
After giving birth to her son, Cortell, her attitude started to change. For once she had someone to love and protect, someone who relied fully upon her. Over the next three years she grew more conscientous of the fact that it was stupid to hold on to her hate. She spends a good deal of time in fear of either being discovered by the Empire and getting killed by Galbatorix, or running into the Varden and accidentally letting her vow to destroy them control her. Though she didn't realize it at first, recently her true name has changed and she is no longer held to this vow.
Since joining Gladia Celesti, she has become a far more peaceful woman. She is still uncomfortable around strangers, but makes an effort to get to know them. She has come to believe in the tribe's cause and often helps them rescue slaves. Also among Gladia Celesti she has finally met the man she loves, Marcus.
Character's race: half-human half-elf
Character's appearance: Marola is nearly six feet tall, slender and strong. She has long bright red hair with a black streak running through it. Her eyes are bluish green. She is rather attractive. She often wears black leather with a black hooded cloak.
After joining Gladia Celesti, her attire changes. She now wears a forest green dress and cloak, which is fastened with a star-shaped brooch.
(this would be a more recent portrait of her, after she joins Gladia Celesti)
Character's allegiance: Gladia Celesti (neutral)
Weapons: Three knives drawn from her back: two are short and resting on her shoulderblades. The third is drawn upsidedown and rests directly on her spine, giving her a rigid appearance. These three weapons are concealed by her cloak. She also wears a sword at her side, her choice weapon.
She lost her third knife and one of her daggers during a fight to escape the Empire, and has never replaced it. She also lost her sword, but in the Hadarac Desert found a new one, a long buried, forest green Rider's blade named Gulia. She has a bow given to her by a friend, and this bow had once belonged to her father, Morzan.
History: Marola is Morzan's daughter. Before Selena, Morzan actually had love in his life. He loved Gloriana, an elf-woman he had met in Gil'ead. Gloriana had rather boldly been exploring the Empire cities near Du Weldenvarden. Only Morzan knew her true identity He cared for her and married her when Galbatorix showed no disapproval. They were as happy as they could be for about two years. Then Gloriana died while giving birth to a baby girl.
While Gloriana was carrying, she feared for her child's safety. If it came out that she was half-elf before she was old enough to defend herself, she may be killed for it. So she took a locket-a gold piece with tiny emeralds set in it, containing a picture of herself and Morzan, and put a spell over her unborn baby girl, restraining her elven abilities. She placed a spell on the locket so when Marola opened it, the spell on her abilities would be broken. Then she gave the locket to her friend, Nerasa, telling her to give it to her girl when she was old enough. As an additional protective measure, Gloriana set her ancetral ward, Itward, upon her child, to protect her until she could protect herself.
While she lay dying, Gloriana asked Morzan to not reveal to the child that her mother was an elf. Morzan agreed to this, his beloved wife's final request.
Morzan was depressed by Gloriana's death, but he doted on his daughter, whom he name Marola. He spent as much time with her as he could, though their time together was often consumed with Morzan teaching Marola fighting techniques an little pieces of magic. He raised her in Gil'ead, so she never even knew about Selena or her own half-brother, Murtagh until Thorn hatched for him.
While Marola was a child, she spent a number of lonely years while her father was about the king's business. While the servants kept her company, her main friend was Itward, a seemingly imaginary being who appeared as a tall skeleton wearing an elven tunic. He would comfort her and tell her stories, as well as protect her from impending danger. She didn't learn until she was much older what his true nature was.
When she was about seven years old, Morzan was in Gil'ead on a mission: retrieve the stolen dragon egg and kill Brom. He, of course, failed. Marola was walking through the streets when she saw the old man kill her father. Just as Brom ran away carrying a blue stone, Marola ran to her dying father. He looked into her eyes and, with his dying breath, asked her to avenge him. Marola wept and vowed she would. Ever since then, Marola has been training as hard as she could, becoming an assassin for Galbatorix, as well as joining a secretive group of murderers known as the Family. All the while, she waited. Waited for Brom to come out of hiding. When she heard that Brom was dead, she turned her vengence to his accomplice: Eragon.
After a variety of stupid mistakes on her account, Marola became pregnant with a son. She did not trust the father, Tyr Valentine, and completely refused to refer to him as her child's father, or any relation, even after Valentine was killed. After she gave birth to her son, she slowly began to realize that to continue to follow Galbatorix would endanger Cortell, and herself. She fled the Empire, but was pursued by a Black Hand agent named Marcus. For three years she has eluded him and protected her child from the Empire. She also placed Itward on Cortell to defend him from dangers when she could not.
Then, one day, the worst she expected happened. She was captured by the Empire. However, she managed to send Cortell with Nerasa to the Varden before she was caught. She also sent two letters when them. One was to Nasuada, explaining her position and apologizing for her former actions. The other was to Einar, also explaining what had happened to her and requesting that he take care of her son should she not survive.
Marola was brought before Galbatorix, where she was questioned and tortured, but managed not to reveal Cortell's existance to the king. She escaped later that night and found the Varden. Once she was there, she discovered that Einar had accepted her charge and was taking care of Cortell. He had taken him to Gladia Celesti in order to introduce the child to his wife. She contacted the tribe and received their location. She had at first intended to simply retrieve her son and then leave them, but something about the tribe of former slaves held her heart. She decided to remain and help them with their cause. Soon after, she fell in love with Marcus, their proclaimed leader who had become her friend. She also found that he reciprocated these feelings. She has discovered that staying with Gladia Celesti was by far the best decision she has ever made.
Sixteen years passed, and Marola and Marcus' family grew. Beyond Cortell, they had four children together: Daeron, Talia, Gloriann, and Lyta. Their last child had been born a twin, but sadly the other died at childbirth. Marola was devastated, and it took her a few years to recover completely from the loss of a child. Out of paranoia, and since Cortell was old enough to protect himself well enough, she placed Itward on Lyta instead.
Marola watched as her children grew: Glory became a Rider and studied as Bromsland, only to be seduced into serving the Shade Rider. Daeron was similarly tricked, first into following the Shade and then into joining the Family. A dragon hatched for Tally as well, who devoted herself to protecting those she cared about. Cortell joined the village guard, keeping watch to protect all of Celesti. And Lyta grew into a sweet girl utterly devoted to her family.
The peace Marola had found at last could not remain. One somber afternoon while taking Lyta to visit her favorite spot in Alagaesia, Marola was confronted by the Shade Rider Katriana. She hid her daughter with magic, and with Rauthr tried to defeat or drive away the monster. Tragically, Katriana easily overcame them both. After a long and painful torture, accompanied by endless taunts, Katriana left them to die. And die they did, Rider and dragon both.
Role-play sample:
Marola walked through the vaults deep within Surda's capital. This had to be where they were kept. Her orders were clear: capture as many of the dragon eggs as possible. She found out that they were in the deepest vaults, with wards and guards. The guards she could get past no problem, but the wards...She had a plan, but if it backfired she would have to figure something else out.
Soon she saw the door, with two guards before it. Only two? The Varden must be more stupid than I thought. She went and spoke with them, assuming a pleasant voice.
"Hello, I seem a bit lost. How do I get back to the city?"
"You turn around, make three left turns, then one right turn," one of them answered.
"I'll escort you out," said the other.
Marola smiled. "No need," she said, then drew her two daggers from her shoulders and killed the guards before they even had time to react.
Now the wards, she thought to herself. She reached out with her mind, like her father had taught her to do many years ago. Finally, she found the magicians who held the wards. They were not very far, in order to conserve energy in case someone decided to try to break through, because magic was affected by distance. Using simple magic to make her voice sound like that of one of the guards, she called out,
"Let me in the vault. I have a hopeful here sent by King Orrin." She could feel that the magicians were surprised, but they let down the wards, believing the story. Marola rolled her eyes to herself. The Varden are stupid! She thought as she walked in. There in the vault lay seventeen dragon eggs. Sheathing her daggers, Marola began to gather the eggs. Then she heard a sound from one of them. A dark green one wobbled.
"Rauthr!" she cursed. Leaving all the others, she grabbed the hatching one and placed it in the pack on her back, the nran out the door. She made her way outside again and found her horse. Jumping on him, she fled from the city, not stopping until she reached Empire territory again.
Once she crossed the border, Marola slowed her horse to a stop, then got off. She reached back into her pack to make sure the egg was still there. As soon as she did, blinding pain reached down her arm. She shook as her arm felt like it was on fire, her hand like it was laid upon ice. After a few minutes the pain subsided. Marola tore the pack off her back and looked inside. There, lying among fragments of his shell, was a dark green dragon. Marola glanced at her hand and saw that it was a shining whitish color.
"Rauthr," she whispered to herself. The dragon's head perked up. Marola smiled, for once a genuinly happy smile.
So, I carry on my father's legacy, as does Murtagh. She again looked at her dragon.
"You need a name," she told him, then it hit her. "Your name...it's Rauthr, isn't it?" The dragon looked at her with intellegent eyes. "Yes. Your name is Rauthr, for together we shall rain misfortune upon our enemies." Rauthr crawled into her lap and hummed contentedly.
Dragon information:
Name: Rauthr
Gender: male
Color: dark green
Personality: Rauthr tends to agree with Marola whatever she is feeling. He learns from her and she learns from him. They help each other grow. Whatever her opinion is, it is his.
Okay, how did I do on this one? lol
