Post by Kono Slaker on Jan 3, 2007 22:46:31 GMT -5
Name:
Linwëlin, Eran
Age:
250 years but she appears 20-ish.
Gender:
Female
Hair//Eye color:
Raven with chocolate streaks// Muddy green
Height:
5ft 2in
Weight:
Somewhere in the 120 reigon.
Town of Origin:
Tierm
Weapon of Choice:
Practically any weapon you throw her, she can use, however, she prefers her own Elvish sword over anything else. She often carries a bow and quiver as well, two, Elvish daggers, one in each boot, and another strapped to her hip.
Magic experience:
Telekinetic, healing, slight element manipulation.
With her telekineticy [sp?], Eran is able to read what someone is thinking or communicate with them through their minds. And her healing, she is not able to do on herself and can only summon it when it is someone she loves or needs to save for a life or death reason on her own account, which can pose a problem. She can also bend the four elements of wind, water, earth, and fire to her demands, such as calming the rain or wind slightly, or making a path through fire, and even moving large boulders occasionally, though it uses much of her strength.
Languages:
Human and ancient language ((but only for magic))
Description:
Eran is smart, witty, and sarcastic, along with pretty, and she knows it. She will get into an open debate with someone in public just to show her own intelligence over their own. Other wise, Eran isn’t a very open person. She usually shows no emotion and is always the quiet person in the room with the good ideas. She seems detached from earth and never really is one to want to make friends. She can sometimes wear her emotions on her sleeves, and it tends to make her blow off the handle for any reason at all. she's a flirtatious person and will smirk or have a rather sexy kittinish smile on her face or bite her bottom lip to get attention.
As for her appearance, she isn’t very tall, but she has long legs that are toned from years on horseback. Her arms and muscled slightly from experience in swordplay and archery, and her stomach is flat. She is matured in her chest and bottom area, but not enough to get in her way. Her hair is raven, with natural chocolate highlights streaking through it. Her eyes fade from chocolate to green, an interesting and unusual color combination. She isn’t very dark, but she isn’t paper white, and do not let her stature fool you. She’s a firecracker.
Dragon name:
Dominia
Dragon gender:
female
Dragon color:
Sapphire
Dragon Age:
5 months
Dragon Description:
Dominia is a dark blue, standing rather tall for such a young dragon. She is sweet and loving to those who are the same to her. She is entirely devoted to Eran, so if you hurt her, there’s a possibility you’re going to be ripped in half.
Past:
Eran’s mother, Alrewn, was a beautiful, blonde, elfess who was allowed to travel on her own free will, as they could in her day. She often stayed away from most of the human unless her needs were dire, and mostly stayed away from cities in general. But one evening when she did stray into a human city, she met a human who she would come to love after traveling with him for several months, as they were heading in the same direction. The man was handsome, tall, with red hair and beautiful eyes that would lure anyone to him, and he was dubbed Thadren. Alrewn knew she could not pursue a relationship with her secret, human love, so she kept quiet.
Soon she found that this strange love was felt from both sides, and things happened, Alrewn ended up pregnant. She stayed away from the Elvish country for the duration period, and when the baby, Eran was born, the couple did not know what to do. They decided, through the heartbreak, that they needed to break off the affair and leave the baby in the Spine, and hope for the best.
The baby was found by a peasant woman, who raised her, despite the slightly pointed ears, as her own child. Eran did not know she was adopted until she was roughly 18 years of age. She left home after that, visit her adopted mother only occasionally until she died. After that, she stayed away from that area for a little over 200 years, until she heard rumors of a new dragon rider.
She tracked the rider on her own accord, leading her back to the Varden, where she was surprisingly welcomed.
Introduction:A thin, lithe body crouched low in the snow that rose to the elf’s ankle, her eyes examined a large footprint in the snow in front of her. Eran flipped a long strand of dark hair away from her face and pushed it behind her slightly pointed ear. A taunt smile pulled across her face before she spoke to herself. “A dragon…it has to be.” she said softly before she stood. Her long, riding coat covered her form, the slit up the back and front to her waist revealing sharp, black boots and tight, black pants. Her raven and chocolate hair fell down to her lower shoulders and whipped slightly in the frigid wind. Snowflakes clung to her eyelashes and contrasted against her dark hair, before she pulled her gloves back on and ran a hand through her waves, knocking out the snowflakes.
She walked to where her black and white draft horse eyed her, and she pulled her right stirrup up to check her girth once more. Once it was tightened, she pulled her stirrup back down and took hold of Genisus’s mane. She put her right foot in the stirrup and pulled herself the long distance onto the massive horse with grace showing years of experience on horseback. She gathered up the black, leather reins into her hands and sat deep in her black saddle, before pushing her heels into his sides and whispering in the ancient language to him, and the horse sprang into a gallop, throwing snow.
More than a month had passed when Eran was pulling Genisus to a stop outside the waterfall. It had been almost one hundred years since she had seen this waterfall, and wondered vaguely how she would be received. She dismounted Genisus, using her mind to tap his and tell him the water was okay. She whispered the words softly, then stepped into the water knee-deep. Genisus followed closely, waiting, until she could see the door opening to admit them, and she grabbed Genisus’s mane. The two jumped into the water.
~*~
Eran was redressed warmly, her rich, red jacket absorbing the colors of the surrounding walls. Before her stood several dragon eggs on pedestals, and several young children touching each one in turn. She watched as not one moved. The children were disappointed, and she watched with sorrow for them as they left. She walked forward, touching one softly. “Couldn’t just one of you hatch for them?” she asked softly.
For several weeks, Eran visited the dragon egg chamber, always sitting by that one, blue egg. She felt a almost...love for it. But this, she knew, was silly. One such night, she sat with this egg. When she rose to leave, she pressed her hand to the shell.
Suddenly, beneath her hand, the shell cracked, and she jumped back in surprise. The egg continued to crack, slowly, until it split down the middle. Then, a small, blue headed darted from inside the cracked shell.
Linwëlin, Eran
Age:
250 years but she appears 20-ish.
Gender:
Female
Hair//Eye color:
Raven with chocolate streaks// Muddy green
Height:
5ft 2in
Weight:
Somewhere in the 120 reigon.
Town of Origin:
Tierm
Weapon of Choice:
Practically any weapon you throw her, she can use, however, she prefers her own Elvish sword over anything else. She often carries a bow and quiver as well, two, Elvish daggers, one in each boot, and another strapped to her hip.
Magic experience:
Telekinetic, healing, slight element manipulation.
With her telekineticy [sp?], Eran is able to read what someone is thinking or communicate with them through their minds. And her healing, she is not able to do on herself and can only summon it when it is someone she loves or needs to save for a life or death reason on her own account, which can pose a problem. She can also bend the four elements of wind, water, earth, and fire to her demands, such as calming the rain or wind slightly, or making a path through fire, and even moving large boulders occasionally, though it uses much of her strength.
Languages:
Human and ancient language ((but only for magic))
Description:
Eran is smart, witty, and sarcastic, along with pretty, and she knows it. She will get into an open debate with someone in public just to show her own intelligence over their own. Other wise, Eran isn’t a very open person. She usually shows no emotion and is always the quiet person in the room with the good ideas. She seems detached from earth and never really is one to want to make friends. She can sometimes wear her emotions on her sleeves, and it tends to make her blow off the handle for any reason at all. she's a flirtatious person and will smirk or have a rather sexy kittinish smile on her face or bite her bottom lip to get attention.
As for her appearance, she isn’t very tall, but she has long legs that are toned from years on horseback. Her arms and muscled slightly from experience in swordplay and archery, and her stomach is flat. She is matured in her chest and bottom area, but not enough to get in her way. Her hair is raven, with natural chocolate highlights streaking through it. Her eyes fade from chocolate to green, an interesting and unusual color combination. She isn’t very dark, but she isn’t paper white, and do not let her stature fool you. She’s a firecracker.
Dragon name:
Dominia
Dragon gender:
female
Dragon color:
Sapphire
Dragon Age:
5 months
Dragon Description:
Dominia is a dark blue, standing rather tall for such a young dragon. She is sweet and loving to those who are the same to her. She is entirely devoted to Eran, so if you hurt her, there’s a possibility you’re going to be ripped in half.
Past:
Eran’s mother, Alrewn, was a beautiful, blonde, elfess who was allowed to travel on her own free will, as they could in her day. She often stayed away from most of the human unless her needs were dire, and mostly stayed away from cities in general. But one evening when she did stray into a human city, she met a human who she would come to love after traveling with him for several months, as they were heading in the same direction. The man was handsome, tall, with red hair and beautiful eyes that would lure anyone to him, and he was dubbed Thadren. Alrewn knew she could not pursue a relationship with her secret, human love, so she kept quiet.
Soon she found that this strange love was felt from both sides, and things happened, Alrewn ended up pregnant. She stayed away from the Elvish country for the duration period, and when the baby, Eran was born, the couple did not know what to do. They decided, through the heartbreak, that they needed to break off the affair and leave the baby in the Spine, and hope for the best.
The baby was found by a peasant woman, who raised her, despite the slightly pointed ears, as her own child. Eran did not know she was adopted until she was roughly 18 years of age. She left home after that, visit her adopted mother only occasionally until she died. After that, she stayed away from that area for a little over 200 years, until she heard rumors of a new dragon rider.
She tracked the rider on her own accord, leading her back to the Varden, where she was surprisingly welcomed.
Introduction:A thin, lithe body crouched low in the snow that rose to the elf’s ankle, her eyes examined a large footprint in the snow in front of her. Eran flipped a long strand of dark hair away from her face and pushed it behind her slightly pointed ear. A taunt smile pulled across her face before she spoke to herself. “A dragon…it has to be.” she said softly before she stood. Her long, riding coat covered her form, the slit up the back and front to her waist revealing sharp, black boots and tight, black pants. Her raven and chocolate hair fell down to her lower shoulders and whipped slightly in the frigid wind. Snowflakes clung to her eyelashes and contrasted against her dark hair, before she pulled her gloves back on and ran a hand through her waves, knocking out the snowflakes.
She walked to where her black and white draft horse eyed her, and she pulled her right stirrup up to check her girth once more. Once it was tightened, she pulled her stirrup back down and took hold of Genisus’s mane. She put her right foot in the stirrup and pulled herself the long distance onto the massive horse with grace showing years of experience on horseback. She gathered up the black, leather reins into her hands and sat deep in her black saddle, before pushing her heels into his sides and whispering in the ancient language to him, and the horse sprang into a gallop, throwing snow.
More than a month had passed when Eran was pulling Genisus to a stop outside the waterfall. It had been almost one hundred years since she had seen this waterfall, and wondered vaguely how she would be received. She dismounted Genisus, using her mind to tap his and tell him the water was okay. She whispered the words softly, then stepped into the water knee-deep. Genisus followed closely, waiting, until she could see the door opening to admit them, and she grabbed Genisus’s mane. The two jumped into the water.
~*~
Eran was redressed warmly, her rich, red jacket absorbing the colors of the surrounding walls. Before her stood several dragon eggs on pedestals, and several young children touching each one in turn. She watched as not one moved. The children were disappointed, and she watched with sorrow for them as they left. She walked forward, touching one softly. “Couldn’t just one of you hatch for them?” she asked softly.
For several weeks, Eran visited the dragon egg chamber, always sitting by that one, blue egg. She felt a almost...love for it. But this, she knew, was silly. One such night, she sat with this egg. When she rose to leave, she pressed her hand to the shell.
Suddenly, beneath her hand, the shell cracked, and she jumped back in surprise. The egg continued to crack, slowly, until it split down the middle. Then, a small, blue headed darted from inside the cracked shell.
