Post by Nayeli on Feb 5, 2011 22:39:02 GMT -5
I was given the nameNjord Floros
Born on a Spring EveningOne Hundred and Twenty Five Years Ago
To the Elven City of Osilon as aElven Man
Trained to be aSword’s Master
Allied with the mightyElves
I once heard from my Mother I was truly Handsome...But, unlike my twin sister, Senka, I never cared much for my appearance, to me, that was something useless and unneeded in anything of this so called life. I was never one to dress up, normally wore my everyday things to even important things, however, my sister refused to allow such a thing, since she seems to always be around me, even when I want her to just leave me the hell alone. Which never seems to happen, so I guess I will tell you what I look like and you can tell me if my sister needs to bug the hell off. But, anyway…
I have black hair, like most of my lovely family has, though, they keep their hair long and in my opinion, ragged looking. I have short hair and I like to keep it short, due to my sister’s own nagging and pleading for me to allow it to grow out like the rest. The idea makes me sick, thinking that I look like a mere bum with long hair and I tell my family that as well. I normally keep it nice and brushed, sometimes spiking up with the front a little and sometimes more. Other times, I let it get a bit messy and my sister seems to like that a bit. I am not one for allowing that to much, but sometimes, I let it hang in my face some. My eyes, which were once like my families emerald color, are now a light brown, like that of a human or something, but I don’t mind. It makes me more unique and I like that about myself. I don’t like being the same as others, especially my damn, fashion crazy sister. My lips are of normal size, not big and puffed out some like my twin’s lips, but normal and held in a straight line most the time. My ears are not all that long, but the hold the normal pointed tip like the elves and I have kept that mostly the same as others, besides the fact that are probably smaller then some elves. My nose is not as pointed as some elves, but kind of rounded at the tip of the nose and stuff, but not bad, I don’t complain, all it is, is a nose.
Anyway, I guess we can move on to my body, but I don’t see anything special in it, maybe you can tell me why my bloody sister demands I dress up some on occasion… I don’t see much of a reason to. Anyway, starting at my shoulders, which are held firm and square, sometimes a bit tense, but that is normal for me, as my damn sister says. They are round and full of muscle, as are my arms and chest. My back ripples with muscle that was firmed and tone for years of training and to this day are continually tone and worked into shape. My skin is pale, like many elves skin is and it is, for the time being, mostly flawless, except for the few places where blades have touched and swords have cut. On my back, I hold a tattoo of the family seal, which all of my family holds for the most part, including the good for nothing, fashion crazy sister I have. Mine is on my right shoulder blade, the seal is really nothing important, but I guess you want to know what it looks like, right? Well, it is a dark green, oval like thing, with a entanglements of vines that are within and even go around the oval, with a Dark Green “F” in the middle of the oval. It looks nice and it has been around for ages, in fact, it was around during the war between the Elves and the Dragons and during that time period, one of my ancestors was killed by those mindless fools.
Anyway, to continue on about my body, I have a tone stomach, that does hold abs from years of training and constant working in the damn city of Ilirea, the home of those over sized hairless rats. I stand about six foot, seven inches tall from my feet to my head and that is without shoes or boots on. Now, I have told you about my looks and honestly, I don’t think I need to be dressed up like my sister things. I like my normal clothes, but that bloody sister of mine insists, but now I guess I need to tell you about what I normally wear, which is what you will see me like most of the time. I don’t go around naked…
Now, I normally wear dark colored clothing, such as dark browns, blue, black, and other dark colored clothing, though my sister tries her hardest to put me in lighter colors like she wears. I hate bright things, they don’t go with me and I don’t plan on wearing them. I always were pants, no shorts or anything else and normally boots and such. My tunics are normally long sleeve, sometimes short sleeves, but I hate the short sleeves unless it is really hot. I also have a leather vest that goes over my tunics, which protect my body from things such as thorns and stuff. Now, when I am training, I wear my strong armor, which once can tell has been used and beaten. I also have a shield with the same seal put on the front. I have three blades, two daggers and one long sword. In the middle of the pommels, there is a large gem, which has energy storied in them from the dawn of the dragon rider era and has the seal in the middle of the gem.
Well, that is my Appearance… Can I go now?
My Grandfather said I was shaped like Everyone…But then again… I never understood him anyway. He was always talking about how I was this person and that person, but I guess I would have to tell him that I was myself and that was how it was going to be. I hate being compared to others, including that sister of mine. Sure, I like her, she is my twin, but she is so annoying and so is the rest of my family. They always want me to be perfect, I am the only son of this generation and not only that, the family is no longer going to be in nearly one line… You see, My sister and I were different… For thousands of years, the family has only had one child per parents, no siblings ever has been apart of this family… Well, my sister and I cut the line with Twins and we are expected to be the best children ever. The terrible truth is, I just want to be myself, reason why I have short hair instead of long and brown eyes instead of Emerald like the rest of the family. I am slightly surprised that like the rest of my family, I hate those worthless, hairless rats, but that is something that is mutual with many elves, however, there is a larger story.
Anyway, so yea, I am normal elf in the eyes of humans and those traitors you call riders, I hate those things and I am stuck up and arrogant, though, I am a bit more realistic then that annoying, fashion crazed sister that I was given. I know that things happen, such as death and sickness and though my sister, cruel in her ways, knows this, she sometimes does not believe in it herself. She is beyond annoying in my opinion, but she is my sister and she seems to never LEAVE! Another… Intolerable elf in my worthless life is that elf who calls herself a mother, always wanting to make sure I look good and complaining about everything I do, including when I caused problems in Ilirea. I did not want to be in that place, it held those hairless rats and their worthless piece of things we called elves. She thinks I need to be a bit more civilized, go to parties and shit just like my sister wants me to do… The thought bores me and half the time, I never go anyway.
Now, on to things I do like… I guess you could say I have a eye for the women, normally watching out for them and taking their innocent if I really like them. I am a bit old fashion, courting them and winning their heart, along with giving them mine… Well, maybe some of it. I am not one for a relationship, or so I have been told by my father. I can’t settle down, the thought just angers me for the most part, because the idea of being with someone for ever –points to Senka- is very, well… Boring. It is not that I would not like a family, it is that I have been someone for my whole life and I hated it the whole time I was there. It just caused me anger and a sick feeling. I guess I will never settle down, but I never wanted to really. I enjoy running around, traveling a bit too much, to my sister’s demise.
However, it sounds like I hate my family, I really don’t. In fact, they are my family and I just allow myself to tolerate them until they push my ass over the edge of this earth. I am very loyal to them, willing to do anything for my family if I must and ready to even put my life on the line. My mother, though annoying and just as crazed as my sister, I love dearly. Even if she complains more then anything, she also pushed me through my training in Ilirea and made sure my sister and myself was taken care of. In fact, I even have a villa in Ilirea still, though I don’t go there often, my sister loves going there. She says, ”It is the most beautiful and most power city in all of the land.” The words cause me anger and causing me more sickness. What, did she want to find a rider and pull him into her bed. My father would have a stroke and I would kill her and that worthless rider.
Well, as you can see, I am a very happy person, I guess you could call me boring or whatever. Senka just says I am a Ass, but I like that about me. Don’t try to change me into something better, it never has worked.
Born of a old family, always forced to be like them…Okay, so I will tell you some of my family before I go on about me and my stupid twin sister. My family line stretches back to the time before the war between the dragon and elves. My ancestors hated the hairless rats and I don’t blame them. Those who fought in the wars were my great something or another and the man of the house and the wife, had just had their first and only child. He instructed them to leave the city they lived in at the time and they did, heading to Osilon, where my family lives now. The man fought against the dragons for many years and the day before Eragon and his white rat came to make peace, he died to the talons of those things. The wife was in tears and vowed to never allow her family to be apart of the riders. She told of how the family was killed by the dragon and the story continued to go down the line. It was her son who came up with the Seal for the family and it has stayed since then, given to each child when they turn twenty five years old…
I was born on a Spring Evening in Osilon, my father was the proud father of two, however, my sister came the following morning, giving us two different birthdays, which was fine by me. From the start, he saw something in the two of use that caused us to be special. We were not identical twins, but we were twins and we were still connected by a special bond that made us understand each other and tell each other where the hell we were. From a young age, we seem to know what each other wanted, when one woke up and how they felt… It is rather annoying now, but at such a young age, we did not care much really. My mother was a protective nag that never left us along for more then a few moments and my father gave us the mighty story of the family, knowing we would have to go to Ilirea for training and education, we were taught how we were to hate the dragons. My sister, during the story, never left me alone, in fact, she continued to say something along the lines of, we should be different then our family. I remember sending her a mental growl and then leaving it at that.
For years, we ran the city of Osilon, running around and playing with the others kids. In fact, I was a pretty good kid for a while, until I turned twenty five and I was sent to Ilirea. I remember the night before they rounded up all the Elven Children in to Ellesméra and my parents took me and my sister from the group, calling us in our thoughts and soon we were there, standing before my parents and grandparents and bring brought into a hut. Here, we were given out family seal, mine going on my right shoulder blade and my sisters on her lower back, with a design that made vines stretch over the lower back. I hated the idea of getting it, to be marked, but it was a family tradition, that even those who married in, the wives got one as well. My sister was the first daughter in the whole family, so hers had to go in order to try and put it into more families later. We were also given other things. My father and mother brought forth to me, three blades… With dark emerald stones in the pommels, which had thousands of years of energy stored into the stone. I did not see what my sister got, but I knew it was something amazing. The blade was beautiful and they sent us back to the other children.
We traveled by foot to Ilirea and as we traveled, a large dragon came over us, the rider waving down at us and landing ahead to welcome us to Ilirea. I took on the family stance as, ”I hate dragons.” My sister gawked at the dark green dragon and the man who set on top of the rat and I had to force her to put her jaw back into place. I rolled my eyes, knowing my sister was a flirt and making sure she stayed with me until we were in Ilirea. Our first day there, we were brought to our Villa in the great city, the mighty stone building held beautiful art work of the family and was home. We had a large back yard and front yard and my sister was quick to say after the education was done, this was her home… I was more then pleased to be fine with that, I did not want to be this close to the oversized rats.
Each day while in Ilirea, we did lessons and training, forcing us to shape our bodies into warriors and also shape our minds into educated young elves. I took everything I learned, sometimes learning more then was taught and forcing myself to train. I became a master at my blades, able to hit my targets and other things to become a better warrior. My sister, well, she was good at whatever she learned, but my thoughts seem to always clash with her own. I guess you could say that like Dragon riders, me and her could hear each others thoughts when we were close enough to feel each other, which did not matter if we were in Ilirea. Even if we were separated by the whole city, my mind ended up full of fashion ideas and of sleepovers where Senka was removing her clothing and walking around her room with other cloth less elves. The thoughts are horrible to remember, but it does not matter, they are there, unfortunately for me.
Finally, we were able to return home and my sister and I traveled home the night we finished the school, however, it was also the night that the war between the elves and humans started. We had to run quickly through the edge of the desert, into the forest and to my family. My father was preparing for battle, while my mother begged him to stay out of it. She was not a fighter, like my sister and I forced myself into armor. However, the armor was not the size I needed and we went to Ellesméra to have the armor made quickly. As the evening continued, my armor shaped into the best armor imaginable and soon, we were done and we headed out to the battle field. I remember killing many and seeing many killed.
I had been in Ilirea for years and I had hoped to see the Riders with us for once, but they did not show. For many years, we fought and the dragon riders and their rats hid in their protective city of Ilirea and stayed away. My hatred for them strengthened. I remember seeing my sister on the battle field, but she was not fighting with blades, she fought with arrows along with other fighters, one that I remember wore barely anything but a tunic that covered her chest and that was hit and then a skirt that was torn. She was beautiful, but she was more a whore in my opinion. I never saw her again… Finally, the war ended and my father never returned home, his body found dead under five humans. I brought him home to my mother, who cried for months over his lifeless body. I did his funeral arrangement, having a large ceremony and vowing vengeance against those who killed my father… The humans of the kingdom…
Now, years have gone by… My body has strengthen more and I have learned more now then at that stupid city. My sister, well, she lives in Ilirea, where I go and visit her and I live in Osilon. My mother died ten years after the death of my father, leaving me the Osilon Villa. The mansion is large, made of many large trees that protect my bed at night and my livingroom. Now, I guess that is all that needs to be told to you mere mortal humans.
After finding out about the Rider's alliance with the humans in the form of allowing humans to become riders, I was furious and traveled to the Castle of the Elf Queen. I arrived in time to find out that the Queen was no longer queen and her son was healed and he was King with a advisory who was human. I was pissed beyond comfort and returned to my home in the capital city.
