Post by riston on Oct 15, 2006 10:38:47 GMT -5
Name: Riston Carmickel
(wrist-un car-mick-ell)
Age: 18 and a half
Gender: male
Hair//Eye color: dirty blonde//light blue
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 160-muscular
Town of Origin: Melian
Weapon of Choice: Bow/Sword
Magic experience: little/beginner
Languages: English & some ancient language (magic)
Description: Riston wears a dark blue-colored tunic with black pants and a black cloak, given to him by his trainer. He has a stern expression which makes him look tough. His eyes look like ice and he has been hardened by tragic events but never waits to add his comments. He is sometimes thought as stuck-up and proud but he is just shy and doesn’t want to let anyone close enough to him to cause harm.
Dragon name: Lluvia
(loov-ee-ah)
Dragon gender: female
Dragon color: dark blue
Dragon Age: one year
Dragon Description: Lluvia is a kind young dragon with dark, richly colored scales and her wings, when fanned out, are a bit lighter than the rest of her body. She had a gentle spirit and a kind heart but seeks adventure and the open skies more than anything else. She wishes that she would not have to fight but when her human needs her she is there in an instant. She is a fairly good flier but enjoys swimming in the caves of the mountain.
Past:
Riston ran through the forest surrounding his home. Dodging here and there, he scurried around a tree. He tried to quiet his breathing. Young blood ran through his veins and he had a seemingly endness amount of energy and imagination. He turned to face the tree he was hiding behind and scampered up, squeeling in delight as his pet dog, Barlow, nipped at his feet. Riston knew his way around the forest better than most, but was not nearly the greatest. His friends, Jesse and Libby were by far the best tree climbers around town. They were twins and good friends of young Riston. He was fifteen at the time. He lived in the city of Melian, near the west side. He was the son of Kristo and Ferica with six other siblings. He was the second youngest, with four older sisters, one older brother, and one younger sister. Riston ignored his siblings since he really didn't care much for his sisters and his brother was already moved out and married.
"Riston! Supper now!.. Riston! Barlow!" It was his father.
"Coming father!" He called. Quickly he climbed out of the tree and ran back to his father, who was waiting for him outside of the forest. His father never liked the forest, and never entered it. Together, with Barlow, they went back to their house for supper. They were not rich at all, and lived near the entrance of the city in a shared house with two other families. They sat at the dinner table together, Mother, Father, two of his older sisters, him and his younger sister (the others had moved away) along with the other two families just as large as them at the same table. It was not pleasant but they were jolly and pleasant to be around. Things had carried on like this his whole life... until his sixteenth birthday.
It was a wonderful celebration, held in a field outside the city. His whole family, the other two families that had lived with them along Jesse and Libby's families were all present. They had a feast of pheasant and ale and celebrated the whole night through. It was an important birthday because it was the birthday when he was to move out of his crowded house. Later that nigh, when everyone had had their ale, the little ones were sent to bed and the women were sleeping, a raid of wild natives came from across the plains. They slaughtered his family and his friends, then started burning the city. Riston, who was sitting by the fire talking with a few friends, managed to escape. He saved his dog Barlow, who had sounded the alarm, and ran into the forest. The screams of his family and friends were too much to bear. the fire brigade put out the fire before it spread to more than a few houses, but nobody in his family survived, except one. He filtered through the remains of his house and managed to uncover his younger sister. She was not hurt too badly but burned on her back and her left arm was broken and possibly a few ribs.
"Why had I not reacted? Why?" He wondered, weeping as he dug the holes to bury his family. He dug 15 holes, one for his father, mother, brother and his wife along with their two children, his oldest sister and husband along with her three children, his second oldest sister, who was pregnant, and her husband along with his other two sisters. His friend Libby had survived but her twin Jesse had died. It was a very hard thing to bury one's family. He cried and cried. His sister, Marabel, had not spoken since that night. There was no explination for what the natives had done to them. Six days after he had buried his family he placed his sister in an orphanage and set out with his dog Barlow to somewhere else. He didn't care where, he just had to leave. Too many memories. He walked to Furnost on foot and the journey took him five days. He hunted with his bow that he salvaged from his gift pile, along with a hand-me-down sword that was his great grandfather's. Once he was in the city he got a job in the local tavern and bartended. He lived above the bar with a few other men who worked in the tavern. His dog died a year later which almost killed Riston, since he had had his dog since he was twelve years old and the last member of his family, other than his sister. His life was boring, routine and he expected it to be this way until the day he died.
But one night everything changed...
A lone rider on a black stallion rode into the tavern.
His boss saw from outside the window and called for Riston, "bar-boy! You go an warsh down that horse!" His boss was not one to deal with when a seemingly wealthy man crossed the doorstep. Riston walked out the door and the man on the horse dismounted. He wore a black cloak and a hat which covered his whole face in shadow. Wordlessly he handed Riston the reins and walked inside, out of the rain that was pouring heavily. The mud squelched under his feet as he led the georgious black stallion into the stables to be brushed down.
'Hello Riston...' said a voice ou of nowhere. He spun around. Nobody was there.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Show yourself!" He yelled into the rain. Thunder clashed and the lightning lit up the sky.
'Riston.... Riston...'
He looked all around and then his eyes fell on the horse. "You? No. Impossible. A horse? TALK? I must be craz-"
'RISTON! Not the horse...' Riston turned around, "me..." it was the man dressed in his black cloak. He was smiling, the only thing visible in the storm other than his cloak and hat.
"You? Who are you? What do you want from me? And how did you know my name?" He was frightened now.
The man stepped forewards, 'Riston. You need to learn to protect your mind better...' His lips did not move at all when he said this, 'come with me Riston. I have much to tell you...'
He followed, awestruck, as the man led him to a room in the tavern where he removed his hat an cloak. He was a bald man but muscular and handsome, despite it.
"Riston," he spoke, his lips actually moving this time, "you are special. ore than anyone else here in this town. There is something you need to know. First of all, I was trying to communicate to you through my mind but that was obviously too confusung for you, so I will talk normal from now on. Your great-great-grandfather was the very cousin of the dragon rider called Herson. You are the last surviving member of that family tree since Herston did not have any siblings or children himself and everyone else in your family tree is dead."
Riston thought about this for a moment, “no, I still have another sister in the orphanage.”
The man shook his head, “not any more. I looked into it before I found out where you went.
"WHAT?" He could not believe it. "How? When? HOW?" He yelled.
"Quiet down you fool!" and with that the man hit him over the head to get him to be quiet, "there was a disease that spread through the city but it only hit young, weak children. About thirty of them died... I have come to see if you are, to put bluntly, made of the same stuff as your great-great-grandfather's cousin. So I will take you to see the Varden's leader and we will see, master Riston, we will see".
Before the guy opened up the door Riston asked, "wait! My great-great-grandfather's cousin was a rider?" The man nodded. "And I am the last living decendent?" He nodded again. "So we are going to see the Varden's leader for what reason?" The man sighed.
"We are going to see Nasuada, the leader of the Varden, to see if a dragon egg will hatch for you. Since you have a slight 'family legacy' you will have first dibbs. We have to go now though," he explained and turned for the door.
Riston had one more question, "who are you?"
The man's hand paused, picked up his cloak and hat, dressed himself in them and turned to him, "I am Velnor. I am a secret agent of the Varden and was a personal friend of Ajihad, who has died recently. That is all you must know. Now come! Not a moment to lose!"
Introduction: (Sorry you gotta do this part yourself)
NOTE: This character has already been accepted and you can begin role playing with him as soon as you make an intro that works. Good luck!
POSSIBLE SIGNATURES
(wrist-un car-mick-ell)
Age: 18 and a half
Gender: male
Hair//Eye color: dirty blonde//light blue
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 160-muscular
Town of Origin: Melian
Weapon of Choice: Bow/Sword
Magic experience: little/beginner
Languages: English & some ancient language (magic)
Description: Riston wears a dark blue-colored tunic with black pants and a black cloak, given to him by his trainer. He has a stern expression which makes him look tough. His eyes look like ice and he has been hardened by tragic events but never waits to add his comments. He is sometimes thought as stuck-up and proud but he is just shy and doesn’t want to let anyone close enough to him to cause harm.
Dragon name: Lluvia
(loov-ee-ah)
Dragon gender: female
Dragon color: dark blue
Dragon Age: one year
Dragon Description: Lluvia is a kind young dragon with dark, richly colored scales and her wings, when fanned out, are a bit lighter than the rest of her body. She had a gentle spirit and a kind heart but seeks adventure and the open skies more than anything else. She wishes that she would not have to fight but when her human needs her she is there in an instant. She is a fairly good flier but enjoys swimming in the caves of the mountain.
Past:
Riston ran through the forest surrounding his home. Dodging here and there, he scurried around a tree. He tried to quiet his breathing. Young blood ran through his veins and he had a seemingly endness amount of energy and imagination. He turned to face the tree he was hiding behind and scampered up, squeeling in delight as his pet dog, Barlow, nipped at his feet. Riston knew his way around the forest better than most, but was not nearly the greatest. His friends, Jesse and Libby were by far the best tree climbers around town. They were twins and good friends of young Riston. He was fifteen at the time. He lived in the city of Melian, near the west side. He was the son of Kristo and Ferica with six other siblings. He was the second youngest, with four older sisters, one older brother, and one younger sister. Riston ignored his siblings since he really didn't care much for his sisters and his brother was already moved out and married.
"Riston! Supper now!.. Riston! Barlow!" It was his father.
"Coming father!" He called. Quickly he climbed out of the tree and ran back to his father, who was waiting for him outside of the forest. His father never liked the forest, and never entered it. Together, with Barlow, they went back to their house for supper. They were not rich at all, and lived near the entrance of the city in a shared house with two other families. They sat at the dinner table together, Mother, Father, two of his older sisters, him and his younger sister (the others had moved away) along with the other two families just as large as them at the same table. It was not pleasant but they were jolly and pleasant to be around. Things had carried on like this his whole life... until his sixteenth birthday.
It was a wonderful celebration, held in a field outside the city. His whole family, the other two families that had lived with them along Jesse and Libby's families were all present. They had a feast of pheasant and ale and celebrated the whole night through. It was an important birthday because it was the birthday when he was to move out of his crowded house. Later that nigh, when everyone had had their ale, the little ones were sent to bed and the women were sleeping, a raid of wild natives came from across the plains. They slaughtered his family and his friends, then started burning the city. Riston, who was sitting by the fire talking with a few friends, managed to escape. He saved his dog Barlow, who had sounded the alarm, and ran into the forest. The screams of his family and friends were too much to bear. the fire brigade put out the fire before it spread to more than a few houses, but nobody in his family survived, except one. He filtered through the remains of his house and managed to uncover his younger sister. She was not hurt too badly but burned on her back and her left arm was broken and possibly a few ribs.
"Why had I not reacted? Why?" He wondered, weeping as he dug the holes to bury his family. He dug 15 holes, one for his father, mother, brother and his wife along with their two children, his oldest sister and husband along with her three children, his second oldest sister, who was pregnant, and her husband along with his other two sisters. His friend Libby had survived but her twin Jesse had died. It was a very hard thing to bury one's family. He cried and cried. His sister, Marabel, had not spoken since that night. There was no explination for what the natives had done to them. Six days after he had buried his family he placed his sister in an orphanage and set out with his dog Barlow to somewhere else. He didn't care where, he just had to leave. Too many memories. He walked to Furnost on foot and the journey took him five days. He hunted with his bow that he salvaged from his gift pile, along with a hand-me-down sword that was his great grandfather's. Once he was in the city he got a job in the local tavern and bartended. He lived above the bar with a few other men who worked in the tavern. His dog died a year later which almost killed Riston, since he had had his dog since he was twelve years old and the last member of his family, other than his sister. His life was boring, routine and he expected it to be this way until the day he died.
But one night everything changed...
A lone rider on a black stallion rode into the tavern.
His boss saw from outside the window and called for Riston, "bar-boy! You go an warsh down that horse!" His boss was not one to deal with when a seemingly wealthy man crossed the doorstep. Riston walked out the door and the man on the horse dismounted. He wore a black cloak and a hat which covered his whole face in shadow. Wordlessly he handed Riston the reins and walked inside, out of the rain that was pouring heavily. The mud squelched under his feet as he led the georgious black stallion into the stables to be brushed down.
'Hello Riston...' said a voice ou of nowhere. He spun around. Nobody was there.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Show yourself!" He yelled into the rain. Thunder clashed and the lightning lit up the sky.
'Riston.... Riston...'
He looked all around and then his eyes fell on the horse. "You? No. Impossible. A horse? TALK? I must be craz-"
'RISTON! Not the horse...' Riston turned around, "me..." it was the man dressed in his black cloak. He was smiling, the only thing visible in the storm other than his cloak and hat.
"You? Who are you? What do you want from me? And how did you know my name?" He was frightened now.
The man stepped forewards, 'Riston. You need to learn to protect your mind better...' His lips did not move at all when he said this, 'come with me Riston. I have much to tell you...'
He followed, awestruck, as the man led him to a room in the tavern where he removed his hat an cloak. He was a bald man but muscular and handsome, despite it.
"Riston," he spoke, his lips actually moving this time, "you are special. ore than anyone else here in this town. There is something you need to know. First of all, I was trying to communicate to you through my mind but that was obviously too confusung for you, so I will talk normal from now on. Your great-great-grandfather was the very cousin of the dragon rider called Herson. You are the last surviving member of that family tree since Herston did not have any siblings or children himself and everyone else in your family tree is dead."
Riston thought about this for a moment, “no, I still have another sister in the orphanage.”
The man shook his head, “not any more. I looked into it before I found out where you went.
"WHAT?" He could not believe it. "How? When? HOW?" He yelled.
"Quiet down you fool!" and with that the man hit him over the head to get him to be quiet, "there was a disease that spread through the city but it only hit young, weak children. About thirty of them died... I have come to see if you are, to put bluntly, made of the same stuff as your great-great-grandfather's cousin. So I will take you to see the Varden's leader and we will see, master Riston, we will see".
Before the guy opened up the door Riston asked, "wait! My great-great-grandfather's cousin was a rider?" The man nodded. "And I am the last living decendent?" He nodded again. "So we are going to see the Varden's leader for what reason?" The man sighed.
"We are going to see Nasuada, the leader of the Varden, to see if a dragon egg will hatch for you. Since you have a slight 'family legacy' you will have first dibbs. We have to go now though," he explained and turned for the door.
Riston had one more question, "who are you?"
The man's hand paused, picked up his cloak and hat, dressed himself in them and turned to him, "I am Velnor. I am a secret agent of the Varden and was a personal friend of Ajihad, who has died recently. That is all you must know. Now come! Not a moment to lose!"
Introduction: (Sorry you gotta do this part yourself)
NOTE: This character has already been accepted and you can begin role playing with him as soon as you make an intro that works. Good luck!
POSSIBLE SIGNATURES