Post by Elloria on Jan 26, 2011 6:27:50 GMT -5
Note: Dragons are only available through the Sacred Font board.
(Adult Arashi)
Name:
Arashi
Age:
Hatched in the year 790 BBRW
Race:
Dragon
Occupation:
Dragon Rider
Allegiance:
Niko and the Riders
Physical Description:
Although more serpent than reptile and recently hatched, there is little that seems delicate about Arashi. He is all sharp points and musculature, despite only being the size of a grown house cat. His neck is long and serpentine, covered with small scales over most of it. Thicker, larger scales cover his throat like plate mail, providing a solid armor to a tender area of the body. Spikes run nearly his entire length, starting in the center of his forehead and ending just a bit above the tip of his tail. The first several spikes grow progressively longer before falling into regular intervals of long and short ones. Only in the hollow between his wings is there a lack of these spikes, allowing space for the day when Niko can ride him proudly. The trunk of his body neither stout nor slender, but his legs are surprisingly muscular and his chest is just slightly broader than a female’s. His wings are of a normal span and are the only soft, delicate part of his body save for his underbelly. Typical of dragons, his wings are a thin but durable membrane. His feet are tipped with longish sharp claws.
Unlike many dragons, he has numerous bony protrusions on his triangular, reptilian face and all over his body. The longest of these protrusions are two spikes near the top of his head and arrayed down from there are other spikes of varying lengths. Four small protrusions jut from his chin while another three form horns upon his snout. At the front of his jaw is a large bone plate where an upper lip would normally be. This plate is actually his first five teeth laid bare by nature. On each of his knee joints is a small spike that curves slightly downward to follow the line of his legs. At the numerous tips of his wings, too, bone protrudes to create small spikes. At the end tips, the spikes are slightly longer than the rest. Though all these protrusions are still quite small, they will gradually grow to more fearsome lengths. They are, however, still sharp enough to cut through leather like a hot knife through soft butter and will only grow sharper with time.
Arashi’s smooth scales a deep indigo in color. Here, too, he is a bit of an oddity amongst dragons. From the tip of his snout to the tip of his tail, there are only two parts of him that are not that rich, warm indigo color. His tongue is a normal reddish color, making a striking contrast against his dark scales. His eyes seem to be an almost solid golden color, though upon closer inspection one sees the dark pupils and flecks of purple throughout the iris. Other than this, everything is but a slight variation on the same indigo coloration - including his claws, teeth and rough spikes. He’s quite proud of this and keeps himself meticulously clean so that he gleams.
Personality:
Arashi is fighter. He knows that he will grow up to be a strong warrior. He will be one of the first to fly into battle, will fight hard and violently, and will not rest until his opponent is defeated or Niko demands that he withdraw. He considers it nothing less than logical to act in this fashion. It is the job of the dragons and Riders to fight for and defend those who cannot do so for themselves. He has a deep sense of righteousness and wants very much to be able to defend whatever principles he and Niko believe in. Thus he is ever eager to learn new fighting techniques and works to turn himself into the perfect fighter.
But he’s not as one-sided as he first appears. Though he is a warrior, he is first and foremost loyal to Niko, the older dragons and their Riders - in that order. This makes him seem impetuous and somewhat wild in the eyes of the elder Riders and dragons. And to be fair, he is. The blood of wild dragons flows strongly within him and it shows in his oft brash, reckless behavior. He has a difficult time thinking out the consequences of his actions. Ever ready to leap into the midst of whatever catches his fancy, it is only Niko’s frustration that keeps Arashi in check. For he is not only a warrior, but an adventure-seeker. He wishes to experience the wild world beyond Ilirea, not remain perpetually trapped in the ivory towers that his Rider seems so fond of.
But above all else, he wants Niko to enjoy life as much as he does. He knows there’s an adventurer in Niko waiting to happen and he is eager to draw that side of his Rider out. Like any other dragon in Ilirea, he considers Niko to be an intimate and inextricable part of himself. He will do anything in his power to assure Niko’s happiness, even if that means submitting himself to Niko’s will from time to time. For though he’d never care to admit it, he knows that Niko has more experience working with the two-legged creatures of the world - and probably a good deal more patience in dealing with them.
History:
Arashi’s history is short and simple. His sire is the dragon Hermos of an Ilirean Rider by the name of Ancalimë. It is from his sire that Arashi receives his purple-indigo coloration, for Hermos is a deep violet in color. Hermos was one of the first eggs handed over to the Riders at the end of the Du Fyrn Skulblaka and rested in the Sacred Font until roughly a century ago. His dam is a wild dragon that caught Hermos’ eye. There is no name for her in any language that is spoken amongst the two-legged races. Her scales gleamed brighter than polished gold and her eyes were a deep amber. Their courtship was lengthy, spanning several decades before their first mating. No eggs from the first few matings were not handed over as the dam was not one of the more tolerant dragons when it came to the Riders. She was proud and did not want her hatchlings becoming puppets for the elf Riders. But whenever she and Hermos crossed paths, he would entreat her to consider it. Describing all the intriguing wonders that having a Rider encompassed and appealing to her sense of duty and honor - for she, like her son, is a being that believes in such things - he eventually won her over to his side of the argument. Thus when next they mated and three eggs were produced, she selected one from her brood to be offered to the Riders.
So - after the spells were placed upon his egg and safe in the hands and claws of Melatoth and Salien - Arashi was taken far from his nest with two other hatchlings whom he could sense and knew were not his brood mates. Curious already as to what this flight held in store for him, he eagerly opened his mind up to brush lightly against the beings they passed - generally too lightly to really be noticed. But in keeping his mind open like this, he easily and quickly discovered the one individual who would make the separation from his wild brethren worthwhile. Niko’s mind was far different from any he had felt and Arashi could feel a kindred spirit hidden within the elf. Delight coursed through him when this being that would soon be his wingless brother touched his egg, lingering in response to the silent call Arashi sent out to him. When that touch left, Arashi panicked. He could not let that elf leave him here amongst these countless and much older hatchlings that wasted away here whilst waiting for the one who was theirs alone. He fought his way out of his shelled prison and promptly fell out of the nest he hadn’t known he was in. A very indignant squeak erupted from him as he plopped onto the floor. He squirmed around a bit to get upright before turning to look directly at the being that was his. Without words, he flat-out demanded that the being return to him poste-haste where it belonged. When it rushed over to him, he was bit put off by its speed and eyed it warily. But it did not rush him. It waited for him to make the final move, as it should. Satisfied that his choice had been correct, he reached out and nudged its hand. He jumped back almost immediately with another squeak when pain suddenly shot through his mind. And then he realized it wasn’t quite his mind. It was his Rider’s. He immediately reached out to it, seeking to ease its pain. Instead, it passed out. Well that was a fine thing to do, wasn’t it? Mentally tsking at its sensitivity, he crawled up its arm to settle on its chest. He was pleased that he hadn’t punctured it with his sharp claws or anything. He didn’t want a broken or damaged being for his Rider. He wanted someone as strong and confidant as he was. One good thing did come of its passing out, though. He learned that its name was Niko. This pleased him to no end and he began to hum. When Niko finally awoke entirely too long of a time later, Arashi was further delighted and his whole body thrummed with it. Now, the greatest adventure of all could begin!
Roleplaying Sample:
(Time for a new one!)
Although still not fully aware, Yukiko was noticing more of what happened around her. The crowd seemed to be clearing a path as she staggered along towards her tent with Kozue's help. She felt a twinge of gratitude, recognizing several of the people in the crowd. They were other survivors, mostly, and they definitely understood why she was in her current state. A few even moved ahead to help make way for her and Kozue. “We always rec’nize each other,” she slurred. “Always...” She said nothing more, instead focusing on guiding Kozue back to her tent. It took a bit, but by nudging her along - though it was probably more like shoving than nudging - they eventually arrived at Yukiko's patchwork tent. It was something she had put together over the course of two sleepless days and nights because she could no longer stand sleeping beneath the stars - could not tolerate having no barrier between herself and the outside world. Despite being a hodge-podge of fabrics supported by four unfinished pieces of wood, one could still see the superb stitching that had been put into it. Oddly, it was some of her better patchwork.
“This’s it,” she managed to say, though she wasn't sure if Kozue had heard her. Of course, her friend probably didn't need the confirmation since Hotaka was stretched out beside the tent. The aging hound lifted his head wearily to eye the approaching pair. The trunk of his body was still bound with bandages, as were his left foreleg, tail, and neck. A newly healed scar ran down the front of his face now, courtesy of a demon's claws. His tail hit the ground weakly and he winced slightly, but persisted nonetheless. Sorrow filled her eyes as she gently pushed away from Kozue and staggered over to her oldest and closest friend. She sank to her knees and gently hugged him round the neck, crooning softly to him, “I’m sorry, Hotaka. Never again, promise.” She barely noticed how broken her voice sounded, barely noticed how vulnerable she was right now. She felt the gentle rumbling of pleasure in his chest and buried her head in his neck, relishing this small comfort. Distantly, she thought how small and weak she must seem to Kozue.
Yukiko turned to look at her other dear friend. She didn't bother trying to hide how weary and upset she was. She probably wouldn't have succeeded in hiding it, anyway. She gave her a weak grin that was more of a grimace. “Welcome to my lovely abode.”
Note: Dragons are only available through the Sacred Font board.
(Adult Arashi)Name:
Arashi
Age:
Hatched in the year 790 BBRW
Race:
Dragon
Occupation:
Dragon Rider
Allegiance:
Niko and the Riders
Physical Description:
Although more serpent than reptile and recently hatched, there is little that seems delicate about Arashi. He is all sharp points and musculature, despite only being the size of a grown house cat. His neck is long and serpentine, covered with small scales over most of it. Thicker, larger scales cover his throat like plate mail, providing a solid armor to a tender area of the body. Spikes run nearly his entire length, starting in the center of his forehead and ending just a bit above the tip of his tail. The first several spikes grow progressively longer before falling into regular intervals of long and short ones. Only in the hollow between his wings is there a lack of these spikes, allowing space for the day when Niko can ride him proudly. The trunk of his body neither stout nor slender, but his legs are surprisingly muscular and his chest is just slightly broader than a female’s. His wings are of a normal span and are the only soft, delicate part of his body save for his underbelly. Typical of dragons, his wings are a thin but durable membrane. His feet are tipped with longish sharp claws.
Unlike many dragons, he has numerous bony protrusions on his triangular, reptilian face and all over his body. The longest of these protrusions are two spikes near the top of his head and arrayed down from there are other spikes of varying lengths. Four small protrusions jut from his chin while another three form horns upon his snout. At the front of his jaw is a large bone plate where an upper lip would normally be. This plate is actually his first five teeth laid bare by nature. On each of his knee joints is a small spike that curves slightly downward to follow the line of his legs. At the numerous tips of his wings, too, bone protrudes to create small spikes. At the end tips, the spikes are slightly longer than the rest. Though all these protrusions are still quite small, they will gradually grow to more fearsome lengths. They are, however, still sharp enough to cut through leather like a hot knife through soft butter and will only grow sharper with time.
Arashi’s smooth scales a deep indigo in color. Here, too, he is a bit of an oddity amongst dragons. From the tip of his snout to the tip of his tail, there are only two parts of him that are not that rich, warm indigo color. His tongue is a normal reddish color, making a striking contrast against his dark scales. His eyes seem to be an almost solid golden color, though upon closer inspection one sees the dark pupils and flecks of purple throughout the iris. Other than this, everything is but a slight variation on the same indigo coloration - including his claws, teeth and rough spikes. He’s quite proud of this and keeps himself meticulously clean so that he gleams.
Personality:
Arashi is fighter. He knows that he will grow up to be a strong warrior. He will be one of the first to fly into battle, will fight hard and violently, and will not rest until his opponent is defeated or Niko demands that he withdraw. He considers it nothing less than logical to act in this fashion. It is the job of the dragons and Riders to fight for and defend those who cannot do so for themselves. He has a deep sense of righteousness and wants very much to be able to defend whatever principles he and Niko believe in. Thus he is ever eager to learn new fighting techniques and works to turn himself into the perfect fighter.
But he’s not as one-sided as he first appears. Though he is a warrior, he is first and foremost loyal to Niko, the older dragons and their Riders - in that order. This makes him seem impetuous and somewhat wild in the eyes of the elder Riders and dragons. And to be fair, he is. The blood of wild dragons flows strongly within him and it shows in his oft brash, reckless behavior. He has a difficult time thinking out the consequences of his actions. Ever ready to leap into the midst of whatever catches his fancy, it is only Niko’s frustration that keeps Arashi in check. For he is not only a warrior, but an adventure-seeker. He wishes to experience the wild world beyond Ilirea, not remain perpetually trapped in the ivory towers that his Rider seems so fond of.
But above all else, he wants Niko to enjoy life as much as he does. He knows there’s an adventurer in Niko waiting to happen and he is eager to draw that side of his Rider out. Like any other dragon in Ilirea, he considers Niko to be an intimate and inextricable part of himself. He will do anything in his power to assure Niko’s happiness, even if that means submitting himself to Niko’s will from time to time. For though he’d never care to admit it, he knows that Niko has more experience working with the two-legged creatures of the world - and probably a good deal more patience in dealing with them.
History:
Arashi’s history is short and simple. His sire is the dragon Hermos of an Ilirean Rider by the name of Ancalimë. It is from his sire that Arashi receives his purple-indigo coloration, for Hermos is a deep violet in color. Hermos was one of the first eggs handed over to the Riders at the end of the Du Fyrn Skulblaka and rested in the Sacred Font until roughly a century ago. His dam is a wild dragon that caught Hermos’ eye. There is no name for her in any language that is spoken amongst the two-legged races. Her scales gleamed brighter than polished gold and her eyes were a deep amber. Their courtship was lengthy, spanning several decades before their first mating. No eggs from the first few matings were not handed over as the dam was not one of the more tolerant dragons when it came to the Riders. She was proud and did not want her hatchlings becoming puppets for the elf Riders. But whenever she and Hermos crossed paths, he would entreat her to consider it. Describing all the intriguing wonders that having a Rider encompassed and appealing to her sense of duty and honor - for she, like her son, is a being that believes in such things - he eventually won her over to his side of the argument. Thus when next they mated and three eggs were produced, she selected one from her brood to be offered to the Riders.
So - after the spells were placed upon his egg and safe in the hands and claws of Melatoth and Salien - Arashi was taken far from his nest with two other hatchlings whom he could sense and knew were not his brood mates. Curious already as to what this flight held in store for him, he eagerly opened his mind up to brush lightly against the beings they passed - generally too lightly to really be noticed. But in keeping his mind open like this, he easily and quickly discovered the one individual who would make the separation from his wild brethren worthwhile. Niko’s mind was far different from any he had felt and Arashi could feel a kindred spirit hidden within the elf. Delight coursed through him when this being that would soon be his wingless brother touched his egg, lingering in response to the silent call Arashi sent out to him. When that touch left, Arashi panicked. He could not let that elf leave him here amongst these countless and much older hatchlings that wasted away here whilst waiting for the one who was theirs alone. He fought his way out of his shelled prison and promptly fell out of the nest he hadn’t known he was in. A very indignant squeak erupted from him as he plopped onto the floor. He squirmed around a bit to get upright before turning to look directly at the being that was his. Without words, he flat-out demanded that the being return to him poste-haste where it belonged. When it rushed over to him, he was bit put off by its speed and eyed it warily. But it did not rush him. It waited for him to make the final move, as it should. Satisfied that his choice had been correct, he reached out and nudged its hand. He jumped back almost immediately with another squeak when pain suddenly shot through his mind. And then he realized it wasn’t quite his mind. It was his Rider’s. He immediately reached out to it, seeking to ease its pain. Instead, it passed out. Well that was a fine thing to do, wasn’t it? Mentally tsking at its sensitivity, he crawled up its arm to settle on its chest. He was pleased that he hadn’t punctured it with his sharp claws or anything. He didn’t want a broken or damaged being for his Rider. He wanted someone as strong and confidant as he was. One good thing did come of its passing out, though. He learned that its name was Niko. This pleased him to no end and he began to hum. When Niko finally awoke entirely too long of a time later, Arashi was further delighted and his whole body thrummed with it. Now, the greatest adventure of all could begin!
Roleplaying Sample:
(Time for a new one!)
Although still not fully aware, Yukiko was noticing more of what happened around her. The crowd seemed to be clearing a path as she staggered along towards her tent with Kozue's help. She felt a twinge of gratitude, recognizing several of the people in the crowd. They were other survivors, mostly, and they definitely understood why she was in her current state. A few even moved ahead to help make way for her and Kozue. “We always rec’nize each other,” she slurred. “Always...” She said nothing more, instead focusing on guiding Kozue back to her tent. It took a bit, but by nudging her along - though it was probably more like shoving than nudging - they eventually arrived at Yukiko's patchwork tent. It was something she had put together over the course of two sleepless days and nights because she could no longer stand sleeping beneath the stars - could not tolerate having no barrier between herself and the outside world. Despite being a hodge-podge of fabrics supported by four unfinished pieces of wood, one could still see the superb stitching that had been put into it. Oddly, it was some of her better patchwork.
“This’s it,” she managed to say, though she wasn't sure if Kozue had heard her. Of course, her friend probably didn't need the confirmation since Hotaka was stretched out beside the tent. The aging hound lifted his head wearily to eye the approaching pair. The trunk of his body was still bound with bandages, as were his left foreleg, tail, and neck. A newly healed scar ran down the front of his face now, courtesy of a demon's claws. His tail hit the ground weakly and he winced slightly, but persisted nonetheless. Sorrow filled her eyes as she gently pushed away from Kozue and staggered over to her oldest and closest friend. She sank to her knees and gently hugged him round the neck, crooning softly to him, “I’m sorry, Hotaka. Never again, promise.” She barely noticed how broken her voice sounded, barely noticed how vulnerable she was right now. She felt the gentle rumbling of pleasure in his chest and buried her head in his neck, relishing this small comfort. Distantly, she thought how small and weak she must seem to Kozue.
Yukiko turned to look at her other dear friend. She didn't bother trying to hide how weary and upset she was. She probably wouldn't have succeeded in hiding it, anyway. She gave her a weak grin that was more of a grimace. “Welcome to my lovely abode.”
Note: Dragons are only available through the Sacred Font board.
