Post by Lynn on Sept 27, 2013 23:07:22 GMT -8
Your Name: Lynn
Name: Wraith
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Talent Level: Lvl 2 with Lvl 1 potential
Ranking: DragonWarrior
Appearance:
Wraith is obviously not of the privileged Nobility, or even of the common peasants. Her clothes used to be ratty, dirty, and full of patches from where she tried to keep them usable. She had little she called her own, but to look into her spirited green eyes you would never know it. Those eyes are paired with thick brown hair that falls to the middle of her back and is poorly trimmed, as if with a knife. That knife is kept on the belt she swiped from some traveler or other, in a sheath that is a little too big for it. On her brow(usually) rests an exquisite silver circlet, with a large, deep blue sapphire embedded in its center, resting just above her nose and between her brows. At only four foot five right now, she doesn't promise much height, will probably only reach about five foot two at best, and she was skinny and underfed, with not quite protruding ribs, but close. She had no shoes, but the bottoms of her feet are heavily calloused from the years of running she had to perform to stay alive...
Now though, she is well-fed-though not chubby, in fact highly muscular-and wears tough riding leathers and thick soled boots, paired with soft silken shirts, usually in tones of blue, green, purple and gold.
Personality:
Stubborn is what most would label this quick-witted and rather sharp tongued girl. She has grown up in a harsh environment, with slavers ever on her heels and constantly running from shopkeepers and guards alike. She has no friends she knows of, but it wouldn’t matter, for, on the streets, ‘friendship’ is a loose word. Highly intelligent, this young lady is also quite compassionate, and, whenever she finds a wounded animal or person, she does her best to help them. Unknowingly, she applies her magic to their wounds, mending them beneath the bandaging she applies, and forever amazed when she goes to change them, only to find no wound left.
Fear has forever ruled her, and again her magic comes into play. Her blade grows, hardened ice consuming it to a goodly length, and the air around her becomes rife with deadly ice crystals that can be thrown as missiles or darts. She doesn’t know how this happens, thinks it all some sort of illusion, and usually runs away instead of standing her ground and risking being captured by whoever it was that terrified her.
Deep in her heart of hearts, she would love to be a DragonWarrior, strong, brave and respected, with money and power to spare, and a beast that no one would argue with or question standing loyally at her side. She thinks it impossible, even with the annual Testing, and usually only can be found near the event to pick some unfortunate soul’s pocket.
This all changed when she was fourteen, and now she IS a DragonWarrior, and she loves her Sapphire Trip very much. Her three Aryvole are also well loved, and a bit spoiled, especially her Ivory Queen, Pearl, who demands only the best from her.
History:
Wraith was born to a loose lady who, although she knew who her daughter's father WAS, for some reason always kept it from the child. When Wraith was only four, her mother passed away from an illness she got from one of her 'clients' leaving Wraith to fend for herself. She was thrown from the brothel where she had lived until then and forced to make her own way on the streets, swiping coin where she could, finding it in other ways when she could not. She never fell to the level her mother had been forced to out of sheer will and determination to end up better than her unfortunate dam, but still she struggled.
Then one day, when she was ten, she found an exquisite circlet lying unguarded, its rich blue gem winking at her almost knowingly. She was drawn to the item, and it became her's only moments later. She guards it jealously from the other 'rats of the street' determined not to lose her one precious treasure to their greedy hands. Ever since then though, strange things have happened to the child. Wounds have healed where only bandages and salve were applied, ice serves as her weapon, should she choose to fight, and something whispers just at the corner of her mind, always seeming to be just out of reach. When it all began, she thought she was losing her mind, blamed the Circlet, and almost threw it away. But she could not bring herself to part with her treasure, so endures the oddities as best she can, hoping that maybe someday it will be explained to her.
From her earliest years she dreamed that one day a DragonWarrior would find her worthy, that she would pass the Test and be taken to East Hall, to live and train to be one of those most feared and yet respected by the people of the land. As a child she viewed it only as an escape from the hideous life she led, but as she aged, it began to become clear to her that a higher purpose drove the Warriors, and purpose she dearly wished she had in her own life. And now the Testing has come again, and she, the orphaned street rat, hangs back in the shadows and watches hopefully, praying to the Goddess that maybe, just maybe, she might be chosen. Unbeknownst to her, her circlet revealed her, and she was immediately corraled and brought forwards by the Brown who did the Testing. When she tried to figure out how he knew and asked about it, she had it explained to her by one of the others about her talent, something she'd never known she possessed.
Shortly after coming to the Hall, one of her fellow Trainees found a clutch of Aryvole eggs. Excited, she trotted forwards and asked to have a couple of them, but, they were Hatching so fast that utter chaos ensued before the two she'd asked for could be handed over, and she ended up in the end with three, an Ivory Queen, a Turquoise and a Carmine Lady. She loves them all dearly, as dearly as they love her.
And then, the oddest thing. Emerald Yallali clutched and SHE, she, a first year Trainee with almost NO classroom experience, was chosen to select an egg. She did so, and watched over it devotedly, receiving an experience for it in the form of her Sapphire, a male, who she inadvertently named with an ill-timed comment. So now, she is Wraith, Blood Bound to Pearl, Ruby and Aquamarine, DragonWarrior of Sapphire male Trip, of East Hall.
Pets' Information
Name: Aquamarine
Gender: Female
Species: Aryvole
Rank: Turquoise [42b592]
Appearance: This little one is the very reason this coloring got the name of Turquoise, her feathers coming off as a rich and vibrant sea green color that sparkle in the sun with the undertones of the ocean itself. She's pretty and she knows it, but she doesn't flaunt it. She's a moderately built Turquoise, sitting there with nothing very remarkable about her except for her coloring.
Personality: This little lady knows that she's pretty, but she stays by her bonded most of the time. She'd much rather go on an adventure with her bonded than be fawned over by male aryvole. She's a quiet one, doesn't speak a whole lot, but it's clear that she loves her bonded with an unconditional sort of feeling. Her mind just holds this endless chasm that is filled with love for her bonded and those her bonded is close with.
Name: Ruby
Gender: Female
Species: Aryvol
Rank: Carmine [47979]
Appearance: She is a dainty little thing, very much the princess she claims she is. Soft feathers, almost completely downy, she's a rich vibrant red in coloration. Undertones of rose and a pale pink dance through her feathers as well, bringing across the point that she is pretty, and delicate. But don't let that fool you, she has her thorns.
Personality: She's one of the more... bipolar of her clutch. Happy and sweet one moment, the next she's attempting to claw someone's face off because they moved in a way she didn't like. She believes herself to be a princess, and expects to be treated as such. Therefore, everyone bows down to her. The only thing higher than her are... well... the Queens of her species. Because she has to bow to them. She fully expects all Cobalts the males below them to worship her on high though.
Name: Pearl
Gender: Female
Species: Aryvol
Rank: Ivory [fbf7d9]
Appearance: She is the purest shade of white imaginable, practically glowing in the dark no matter the time of night. She's large, the largest of her clutch mates by far, and even larger than her mother was. Her feathers glow with a sheen of overlying colors that reflect the rest of the colors of her species. It's possible to see every color in her feathers, giving her an opalescent shine that she preens over.
Personality: The first thing one notices about her is that she's protective of what she considers hers, though that's just a politer version of jealous, possessive Queen. She doesn't take no for an answer easily, but knows exactly what she wants and she will make sure that she always gets it. No matter what. She doesn't play lightly, she's far more serious than that. She is a Queen, expects to be treated like a Queen, and she knows what to do and when to do it to keep everyone in her charge safe. Including her bonded.
Egg Selected: Tsunami Egg from Emerald Yallali's Clutch
Dragon's Information
Name: Trip
Gender: Male
Color: Sapphire
Element: Powerful Control Water
Appearance: With scales the color of water, this powerful male clearly depicts his own element. He will be 13 ft high and close to 26 ft long when he is mature, with an average wingspan for his size. He has powerful hind legs for quick take off, and already it is clear he will be among the first to start flying of his clutch mates.
Personality: He's the most playful of the group, loving to go and run around and play games all day. But he has a serious side when he needs, offering up his healing ability whenever he can. However, like most water element dragons, he can easily swing between happy and carefree to angered and brooding when he feels like Wraith may come to harm. He is quick to defend her in all ways that he can, refusing to let anyone talk down to one of the youngest of the group. He chose her, and he is powerful, and he is quick to remind the others of this if he feels threatened in any way.
Name: Wraith
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Talent Level: Lvl 2 with Lvl 1 potential
Ranking: DragonWarrior
Appearance:
Wraith is obviously not of the privileged Nobility, or even of the common peasants. Her clothes used to be ratty, dirty, and full of patches from where she tried to keep them usable. She had little she called her own, but to look into her spirited green eyes you would never know it. Those eyes are paired with thick brown hair that falls to the middle of her back and is poorly trimmed, as if with a knife. That knife is kept on the belt she swiped from some traveler or other, in a sheath that is a little too big for it. On her brow(usually) rests an exquisite silver circlet, with a large, deep blue sapphire embedded in its center, resting just above her nose and between her brows. At only four foot five right now, she doesn't promise much height, will probably only reach about five foot two at best, and she was skinny and underfed, with not quite protruding ribs, but close. She had no shoes, but the bottoms of her feet are heavily calloused from the years of running she had to perform to stay alive...
Now though, she is well-fed-though not chubby, in fact highly muscular-and wears tough riding leathers and thick soled boots, paired with soft silken shirts, usually in tones of blue, green, purple and gold.
Personality:
Stubborn is what most would label this quick-witted and rather sharp tongued girl. She has grown up in a harsh environment, with slavers ever on her heels and constantly running from shopkeepers and guards alike. She has no friends she knows of, but it wouldn’t matter, for, on the streets, ‘friendship’ is a loose word. Highly intelligent, this young lady is also quite compassionate, and, whenever she finds a wounded animal or person, she does her best to help them. Unknowingly, she applies her magic to their wounds, mending them beneath the bandaging she applies, and forever amazed when she goes to change them, only to find no wound left.
Fear has forever ruled her, and again her magic comes into play. Her blade grows, hardened ice consuming it to a goodly length, and the air around her becomes rife with deadly ice crystals that can be thrown as missiles or darts. She doesn’t know how this happens, thinks it all some sort of illusion, and usually runs away instead of standing her ground and risking being captured by whoever it was that terrified her.
Deep in her heart of hearts, she would love to be a DragonWarrior, strong, brave and respected, with money and power to spare, and a beast that no one would argue with or question standing loyally at her side. She thinks it impossible, even with the annual Testing, and usually only can be found near the event to pick some unfortunate soul’s pocket.
This all changed when she was fourteen, and now she IS a DragonWarrior, and she loves her Sapphire Trip very much. Her three Aryvole are also well loved, and a bit spoiled, especially her Ivory Queen, Pearl, who demands only the best from her.
History:
Wraith was born to a loose lady who, although she knew who her daughter's father WAS, for some reason always kept it from the child. When Wraith was only four, her mother passed away from an illness she got from one of her 'clients' leaving Wraith to fend for herself. She was thrown from the brothel where she had lived until then and forced to make her own way on the streets, swiping coin where she could, finding it in other ways when she could not. She never fell to the level her mother had been forced to out of sheer will and determination to end up better than her unfortunate dam, but still she struggled.
Then one day, when she was ten, she found an exquisite circlet lying unguarded, its rich blue gem winking at her almost knowingly. She was drawn to the item, and it became her's only moments later. She guards it jealously from the other 'rats of the street' determined not to lose her one precious treasure to their greedy hands. Ever since then though, strange things have happened to the child. Wounds have healed where only bandages and salve were applied, ice serves as her weapon, should she choose to fight, and something whispers just at the corner of her mind, always seeming to be just out of reach. When it all began, she thought she was losing her mind, blamed the Circlet, and almost threw it away. But she could not bring herself to part with her treasure, so endures the oddities as best she can, hoping that maybe someday it will be explained to her.
From her earliest years she dreamed that one day a DragonWarrior would find her worthy, that she would pass the Test and be taken to East Hall, to live and train to be one of those most feared and yet respected by the people of the land. As a child she viewed it only as an escape from the hideous life she led, but as she aged, it began to become clear to her that a higher purpose drove the Warriors, and purpose she dearly wished she had in her own life. And now the Testing has come again, and she, the orphaned street rat, hangs back in the shadows and watches hopefully, praying to the Goddess that maybe, just maybe, she might be chosen. Unbeknownst to her, her circlet revealed her, and she was immediately corraled and brought forwards by the Brown who did the Testing. When she tried to figure out how he knew and asked about it, she had it explained to her by one of the others about her talent, something she'd never known she possessed.
Shortly after coming to the Hall, one of her fellow Trainees found a clutch of Aryvole eggs. Excited, she trotted forwards and asked to have a couple of them, but, they were Hatching so fast that utter chaos ensued before the two she'd asked for could be handed over, and she ended up in the end with three, an Ivory Queen, a Turquoise and a Carmine Lady. She loves them all dearly, as dearly as they love her.
And then, the oddest thing. Emerald Yallali clutched and SHE, she, a first year Trainee with almost NO classroom experience, was chosen to select an egg. She did so, and watched over it devotedly, receiving an experience for it in the form of her Sapphire, a male, who she inadvertently named with an ill-timed comment. So now, she is Wraith, Blood Bound to Pearl, Ruby and Aquamarine, DragonWarrior of Sapphire male Trip, of East Hall.
Pets' Information
Name: Aquamarine
Gender: Female
Species: Aryvole
Rank: Turquoise [42b592]
Appearance: This little one is the very reason this coloring got the name of Turquoise, her feathers coming off as a rich and vibrant sea green color that sparkle in the sun with the undertones of the ocean itself. She's pretty and she knows it, but she doesn't flaunt it. She's a moderately built Turquoise, sitting there with nothing very remarkable about her except for her coloring.
Personality: This little lady knows that she's pretty, but she stays by her bonded most of the time. She'd much rather go on an adventure with her bonded than be fawned over by male aryvole. She's a quiet one, doesn't speak a whole lot, but it's clear that she loves her bonded with an unconditional sort of feeling. Her mind just holds this endless chasm that is filled with love for her bonded and those her bonded is close with.
Name: Ruby
Gender: Female
Species: Aryvol
Rank: Carmine [47979]
Appearance: She is a dainty little thing, very much the princess she claims she is. Soft feathers, almost completely downy, she's a rich vibrant red in coloration. Undertones of rose and a pale pink dance through her feathers as well, bringing across the point that she is pretty, and delicate. But don't let that fool you, she has her thorns.
Personality: She's one of the more... bipolar of her clutch. Happy and sweet one moment, the next she's attempting to claw someone's face off because they moved in a way she didn't like. She believes herself to be a princess, and expects to be treated as such. Therefore, everyone bows down to her. The only thing higher than her are... well... the Queens of her species. Because she has to bow to them. She fully expects all Cobalts the males below them to worship her on high though.
Name: Pearl
Gender: Female
Species: Aryvol
Rank: Ivory [fbf7d9]
Appearance: She is the purest shade of white imaginable, practically glowing in the dark no matter the time of night. She's large, the largest of her clutch mates by far, and even larger than her mother was. Her feathers glow with a sheen of overlying colors that reflect the rest of the colors of her species. It's possible to see every color in her feathers, giving her an opalescent shine that she preens over.
Personality: The first thing one notices about her is that she's protective of what she considers hers, though that's just a politer version of jealous, possessive Queen. She doesn't take no for an answer easily, but knows exactly what she wants and she will make sure that she always gets it. No matter what. She doesn't play lightly, she's far more serious than that. She is a Queen, expects to be treated like a Queen, and she knows what to do and when to do it to keep everyone in her charge safe. Including her bonded.
Egg Selected: Tsunami Egg from Emerald Yallali's Clutch
Dragon's Information
Name: Trip
Gender: Male
Color: Sapphire
Element: Powerful Control Water
Appearance: With scales the color of water, this powerful male clearly depicts his own element. He will be 13 ft high and close to 26 ft long when he is mature, with an average wingspan for his size. He has powerful hind legs for quick take off, and already it is clear he will be among the first to start flying of his clutch mates.
Personality: He's the most playful of the group, loving to go and run around and play games all day. But he has a serious side when he needs, offering up his healing ability whenever he can. However, like most water element dragons, he can easily swing between happy and carefree to angered and brooding when he feels like Wraith may come to harm. He is quick to defend her in all ways that he can, refusing to let anyone talk down to one of the youngest of the group. He chose her, and he is powerful, and he is quick to remind the others of this if he feels threatened in any way.
