Post by Mali on Mar 13, 2011 21:05:06 GMT -5
Name: Taured Doenning (pronounced Toe-red Doe-ning)
Nickname: Taur (pronounced T-oar)
Age: 194
Race: Elven Rider
Occupation: Rider – Council of Resources
Allegiance: Varden and Ilirea
Appearance:
Taured is of average height for an elf, standing at 6’10”. Beauty is a trait that like most elves, he possesses. With a distinguished nose, high cheekbones and thin lips, there is nothing striking with his features. He has natural blonde hair that shines in the sunlight. His hair is short with longer bangs in the front, wearing a sort of headband across his forehead. He has a green cloak/cape that is secured around his neck and shoulders. He would rather wear clothes appropriate for his trade instead of extravagant items. He sports a simple green tunic with grey sleeves and dark grey shoulder pads. He has a white band on his arm that belonged to his father.
On his right arm he wears a red falconer gauntlet. Custom made to allow for more flexible hand movement, he uses it for falcons or hawks to land. The Riders may not know where he is since he is travelling, so they send him messages with a falcon or hawk when they need him to return. With a glove on one hand, he had a simple white glove on the other hand to make it feel balanced. He has a brown strap going over his right shoulder and under his left arm, which holds his sword to his back.
He wears a pair of grey baggy pants to help keep him warm during the winter and many cold nights. The pants tuck into knee high boots that he received from his mother. They were his father’s and he was told that they could keep his feet warm even when the boots are wet.
Personality:
Hardly anyone knows what Taured is like. Preferring solace with Varden, he tends to avoid interaction with people. Since it is his duty to scout for talent as well as dragons, he does however know how to interact with people. He can be very sociable, open and friendly when he wants to be. Most would think that he doesn’t socialize because he is shy, but that isn’t the case at all. He chooses not to converse with people. Taur was never a shy person he was just intrapersonal. Books are one of his favourite areas for entertainment, something Varden would share with him. Taur would rather sit down and read than anything else. However, there are times when Varden requests that they have someone else to talk to. It isn’t that Varden gets bored with Taur’s company but rather Varden is more sociable. Taured also has times when he desires company and Varden is usually very happy and willing to agree to the idea.
Being a scout does come with certain challenges. Taured runs into many humans, dwarfs and other creatures that would try to injure or steal from him. He is gifted with the ability of negotiation as well as a charm that he can turn on and off at will. When in those times of need, he uses these abilities to his advantage. He would rather take care of dangers himself, instead of allowing Varden to get in the way. Seeing, as it is mainly the fact that he is a Rider that offends other creatures, he makes it his obligation that no one harm Varden. He believes that it isn’t Varden’s fault that he is a dragon and is thus bonded to him. To achieve his goal of protecting Varden, he insists that they spar and practice their defence skills. Taured relishes when he is able to practice his swordsmanship.
Taured has a strong sense of commitment and patriotism. His sense of justice is the reason that Varden chose him. He would drop anything and everything to protect and fight for what he believes, and whom he cherishes. If someone close to him were to be placed in harm’s way, he would do everything possible to help them. Since there is few that close to his heart, he hasn’t had the need to do so. It isn’t impossible to become Taured’s friend however. He likes to have fun and jokes around, but people don’t get to see this side often. Taur’s bond with Varden is the strongest feeling and belief he has. He considers Varden to be his brother, inseparable from the other.
History:
Taured was born to a simple family in Ceunon. His parents were traders in the area, vastly known for importing rare items. His father would personally travel out to retrieve the items and bring them back. For most of his childhood, his father would be on the road. When he would come back, he would have many stories of his travels and rare items he had found and brought back. His father was the one who first started to teach Taured to fight. When it came time to send Taured off to Ilirea, his mother was most upset. Over the 25 years so far, she had been everything to him.
It was in Ilirea that Taured found his calling. While learning there he showed great prospect in magic. Teachers there hoped that a dragon would hatch so he could further hone his skills. Taured didn’t really care about becoming a rider. All he wanted was to be able to defend what he loved. He believed that there should be peace among the races, and being a Rider wouldn’t make a difference. He excelled in his studies and his magic, being a top pupil in his class. He continued to learn his swordsmanship and other fighting techniques which would aid him later when he planned to help keep peace.
He was around 40 years old when he started to become frustrated. He couldn’t accomplish his dreams at the rate that he was going at. It was at that time that he received a letter from Ceunon. It was from his mother. His father had been killed while travelling and she hadn’t been able to pay off debts nor afford food. She had sold everything of value just to get by until now. Distressed for his mother’s condition and for his father’s death, he requested that he leave Ilirea. Being denied leave, stating that he must finish his learning, Taured grew distant from everyone. Replying to the letter, he sent all of his earnings as well as anything of value he had and told her to hold on. With the frustration of not meeting his goals and this new distress, he started searching for answers as to what to do. Wandering around the area one night, he entered the Sacred Font. Finding solace in the quiet room, he wondered for the first time what it would be like to be a rider.
Walking around the room, he was drawn to the eggs near the back. Lightly brushing his hand over a few of the eggs, there was a sharp jolt that shot through his arm. Stumbling back, his head throbbed and the world began to spin. Crumbling to the floor, that is when Varden hatched for him. Varden knew that Taured’s sense of justice was what he was looking for.
One of the workers in the Font woke him up to find a sleeping dragon, curled up against side. Never expecting such a thing to happen, he was soon placed for Rider training. With his exceptional use of magic already, he was taken in as an apprentice. He got along with Varden well; they succeeded well in their training and grew closer together. Elders approached him towards the end of his training in Ilirea with hopes of him becoming an elder himself. Denying the offers, he stated that teaching wasn’t what he wanted to accomplish. Thanking them for their high opinions of him, he finished his training and received his sword from Rhunon. This proved that he was finally a full dragon rider and could keep his peace. With this knowledge and assurance, he travelled back to Ceunon.
Although he had to remain in contact with the Riders, he spent the next two years helping his mother get back on her feet. During those 40 years that he had to finish his training, a neighbour had taken her in. The neighbour owned an inn and his mother worked for her in compensation for housing. Using his wages from the Riders, he paid for a house for his mother and found her work. Now that she was able to provide for herself, he could return to Ilirea without worry.
His return to Ilirea wasn’t anything special. Staying in a small apartment, he and Varden would travel to the citadel and make it his duty to further train. The years passed by and Varden grew larger. They grew stronger and were known as one of the strongest Riders in the order. Being sent on missions when needed, he would happily keep peace. The Blue Divide was a time that Taured would rather not think about. When the wars erupted the Elders approached him again about joining the council. He told them that he didn’t want to fight and that he would rather promote peace in Alagaesia. The Elders understood his reasons and placed him on the Council of Resources. It was his duty to scout for new races, gifted humans, and other things. In doing so, he can spread the word of peace. Accepting the offer, he travelled around Alagaesia.
It was during this time that he could watch what was happening during the war as well as report back his findings. He hadn’t had much luck at finding magically gifted humans but had found a small nest of wild dragons. Approaching carefully, he had been able to persuade, with Varden’s help, one dragon to donate eggs to the riders. Feeling accomplishment he continued his travels. The blue divide came to an end and things continued as they were. However, there was a new feeling of hostility towards them on their travel after the divide.
Rp Example:
He had come here to learn. He was gifted as it was, always being praised for his abilities with magic. But this frivolous learning wasn’t going to accomplish anything. Sure, he could do more now than he could if he had stayed with his parents, but this wouldn’t let him spread peace. He would be like every other elf that knew magic. There wouldn’t be anything to distinguish him from the rest. He could always try to enter some kind of military service or something. But that didn’t promote peace, if anything that would prevent it. War was started and fought out of anger and revenge; it was used as a tool to force an end. You could never peacefully negotiate an end if you were killing the enemy. He did not agree to war.
Taured was just passing the doors to the Sacred Font when he stopped for a moment. He had never wanted to be a dragon rider, but now he was curious. What was the difference between them? They had a dragon that was bonded to them and the dragon allowed them enhanced magic. The elders had often expressed hopes that a dragon would hatch for him. His magic was fine at the level it was already at. He had surpassed everyone in his class, he didn’t need a dragon to enhance it more. But there had to be more to being a rider than that. There was pride, he knew that much. He didn’t need pride either, he just wanted to promote peace.
Taured walked into the Font, finding the silence rather appealing. No one else could bother him while he was in here. He doubted any dragon would want to hatch for him anyways. During all the previous ceremonies, none ever had. He walked around the eggs, thinking of what he should do. The military wasn’t an option, and he couldn’t go free lance. It would never work if he tried it on his own. No one would listen to him unless he had some form of authority.
Walking along the back aisle of eggs, he wondered how many there were. There were enough to fill the large room, but he wondered how many there were. How many dragons would wait here until the right rider came along? How many would continue to sit here for another 100 years. How many had already been here for 100 years. Shivering at the thought of having to stay cooped up inside an egg for more than a 100 years, he touched this green egg. It was a sudden sharp jolt that ran through his veins, up his arm, down his spine and through the rest of his body. Immediately pulling his hand away, he felt his head throb with pain. Had someone done something? They wouldn’t have gotten angry with him for being here, and even if they had, they wouldn’t have—he stopped thinking as his head was getting heavier and the room began to spin, the pain growing with intensity. Crumpling to the floor, Taured passed out as the pain grew to a final burst and with that final burst, Varden broke through his egg and peered down at the boy below him.
