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Lady Nayeli Richards = E54C4C
Knight Turin Richards = 4B63CD
Diplomat Leilani Richards = F1A9F1
Tasia Anna Georgios = D8A201
Dragon Sunglow = FFCC33
Awiti Ekere Richards = 318024
Farmer Rainer Danesson = 9F52BC
Kjord Floros = AD120E
Senka Floros = E05CA8
Taeli Shealaes = FFAC59
Sullivan Grayson = 538950
Anajazpoak' Pohazi'ar = B7410E

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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Nayeli Richards

Born on a cold winter night

Twenty Two Years Ago

To the Broddring Captial as a

Human Woman

Trained to be a

Assassin & Leader

Allied with the mighty

Broddering & Allies

My father once called me beautiful...

But I honestly don't know if I want to be considered by him as beautiful. Sure, I guess you could call me a handsome maid, perfect for the choosing by the boys or young men of the Broddring Capital, but my fahter is just another noble, honestly.

I took my looks from my mother though, thankfully! My jet black hair is long, silky, and straight down my back to my hip. I normally keep the hair tied back into a braid, allowing it to travel down my back. Sometimes I allow it to frame my face, but I always have enough pulled back to keep it from my face and eyes. I have my mother's blue eyes, however, I took on a different look also! I took on a colder look, causing many people to say that I stab them with just a quick glance. My eyes are a ice blue, beautiful in my honest opinion, but completely ice blue and full of emotion blocking looks. I don't enjoy people knowing what I am thinking, so I hide everything from others. I hold a light tan, nothing like those of the commoners, since my father will not allow me much time to get one, though I normally darken during my training. My arms are strong, holding some muscle, though you can hardly see it on my small arms. My body is curved sweetly down, making my body a good piece of eye candy for those good for nothing vultures they call Soldiers who are suppose to keep the peace.

I have a few scars and makings along my body and I guess I should tell you about them... Haha! I have a crescent on the right side of my neck, which is a birthmark. My mother said she thought about naming me Moon, but she decided against it, which I thanked her for. On my back, I have a scar from a training accident, which has never healed and probably never will.

Now, going on to the kind of clothing I wear... Don't ask me to wear a good for nothing dress, it will not happen, unless I am going to a special occasion, which might call for one. I am from royalty, so I do have some of the best and I am not going to try and stop my father from buying the clothes. I normally wear dark clothing, like dark green, dark brown, or black, keeping me hidden in the shadows or forest. My clothing is normally pants or long sleeve shirts that are skin tight and then also boots, which are made to keep me silent and hidden when I do my work. I have also three blades that stay on me nearly all the time! My father was a friend with a elf and the elf made me three blades while I was child, with the pommels in the shape of a dragon head and all silver with emerald eyes and some emerald threads running through the silver. I have always loved the blades with a great passion.

My mother once said that I had a good heart...

I mean, I guess she was right, but I never really noticed. I mean, I like people, but I normally keep to myself. People just normally annoy me, unless they are easily lead. I am a hard person to understand, always hiding my emotions behind professional eyes. I am a killer, but I still care about some things, like the fact that one day I want to help the world, just don't know how. It is tough with the past war, but I still want to do something. I'm a leader, determined to do something more then those around me and I am pushed to do that. I don't know why I am pushed so much, but I am.

I am hard to get angry unless you hurt my family or friends. You can yell at me all day long, but it will barely effect me or get a reaction from me. I am hard to get mad and I don't plan on giving you the comfort in seeing me mad. But when you do get that pleasure, you better run, because I am not one you want to mess with, since I will be the first to kill and take names when I am done. I don't play around with anything and I will not allow someone to get the better of me in my time of thought. I am quick to react and determined to make sure my plan goes right, which makes me one of the best for the place as Governess of Carvala.

I am a friend and a caring one once you get to know me, but with my own work, that is a tough one to come by. I am a leader, a reason why my uncle put me the position and not my father or mother. I took my mother's smarts and my father's determination. I am very cautious, but I do not fear, I am not a paranoia woman and I doubt I ever will be since I have a strong mental strength. Determined, Loyal, and always searching for the Truth, like the reason why the Dragon riders have done nothing! I want the truth and that is the end of it!

Born of royalty, it is all I know...

I was born to Sir Bryce & Lady Karen, two very high noble people and also the brother of the King. I was born two years after my brother, Turin and two years before my sister Leilani. My brother Turin was a very determined young man, always wanting to explore and be the warrior. My little sister was the sweet girl in the family, always dressing like a Princess and my father mentioning how she would be the Court Lady. She was smart. While my brother and I started training for fighting and leadership, she wanted to go to the Court and learn how to speak and persuade people to listen to her. She was good, very good.

At the age of eight, I was told that I would be a good leader. I could convince anyone to follow me and my brother was always one to make sure I did not always succeed. He did not want me to be a leader quickly, he wanted me to work for it, thought that it would make me tougher and it did. I followed my Uncle around, always wanting to watch how he lead, but then when I followed my brother, I noticed he would play pretend with a make believe dragon... Was my brother in love with those beast? I was not sure, but I knew I could not tell anyone, I would lose my own brother.

As I grew older, I was granted a position that I could not believe. My uncle asked me to Govern Caravala, a small town placed up in the high north along the great mountains. I begged for my brother to be head of my Militia, since I was seventeen at the time, he was nineteen. My Uncle agreed, my parents were moved out to Carvala and I began my duties.

I had learned through the years about the wars and I was going to be sure to keep my town as peaceful as possible. I ordered my brother to make sure guards patrolled, but also made sure that they did not allow their power to get out of their own hands. My brother, the dragon lover, did everything he could to lead his men and he did very well. My sister even moved out, becoming a wonderful Countess in the Court room and able to fight anything and win. She was a strong woman and still a very strong woman.

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Long lost words whisper to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there...
Watching me; Wanting me;
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you; Loving you;
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Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me; Wanting me;
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me; Raping me;
Watching me...
Watching me; Wanting me;
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you; Loving you;
I won't let you pull me down[/center]
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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Turin Richards

Born on a cold winter night

Twenty Four Years Ago

To the Broddring Captial as a

Human Man

Trained to be a

Warrior, Assassin, and Leader

Allied with the mighty

His Uncle and Sisters… But feels torn.

My mother once called me handsome...

but then again, she calls my dad the same thing, so I think I remind her of my father and I don't think I want to be handsome in her eyes. I know most would want to be considered handsome or pretty in the eyes of their mother, but not me, I will pass completely. Anyway, I am about 6'2", so I guess you could say I am pretty tall, but I have seen a few taller people and elves also. I have dark brown eyes, coming from someplace, but I never really looked at my parents eyes, so I don't know if my mom had the eyes or my father. I have long black hair, mom always loved it, but she tried to keep it short, I hated it short, so I let it grow out when I left my home. I normally keep my hair pulled back in a braid, about like my two sisters do. How do you think they learned, I was the oldest. My skin is tan, showing the years that I stayed outside working.

I normally wear a pair of dark brown tunic, which has long sleeves, however, I sometimes go shirtless. I hate shirts, only wearing them when I am in the public or meeting and sometimes not even in the publis. Sometimes I am shirtless in the streets. I wear a pair of brown pants, which are pretty baggy, but they are held by a belt most the time. I like my normal clothing, unlike my family that are all about richness, in my opinion. My sister, Nayeli might be a little less loving of that richness, but I am not sure of that Leilani, my youngest sister, she might like the wealth. I have a brown wool cloak, which keeps the rain off me and I normally wear it a lot during the winter time, but during the summer, not so much.

When I was younger, my father had three blades made for me by the best. Two daggers and a sword, which I just loved. The sword was made by a smith and his slave. The Pommels of all three blades are silver, pure silver and I kept them all polished and looking very nice. They are always on me, one of my daggers I keep in my boot and the other on my waist. My sword is always kept where I can get to is.

I once heard someone call me sweet…

But I’m not so sure about that one. I mean, I guess I am pretty nice when it comes to most people. I enjoy making friends here and there and I only have a few close friends who know me better then anyone, like my two sisters. I love exploring and being a warrior, a reason I took more classes in fighting head on then anything, but I had my lessons for being a Assassin, like my sister, but I like fighting on the battle field. I like leading those around me, but not like my sister Nayeli, who is the Courtess of Caravala. I would rather lead a group of men into battle, that is how I am most the time.

I am a very mature young man, though my mother says so. I look at all my options, unlike most leaders who take the first battle cry they hear. I would rather take my time and look at what is going on. I am a protector of all things I care about and will do anything in order to protect them. I am in love with something that is Forbidden and no, it is no woman. I have always loved the Dragon and would do anything to see one and befriend it, but I have always been taught they are monsters, so I can not voice my opinion about them. My sister, Nayeli is the only one who knows of my fantasy with these beast.

I am not one who gets angry, like my sister who will become angry and nearly kill someone, or for that matter will kill someone. I am a bit more laid back, but don’t hurt those closest to me. I will hurt you back. I don’t like my family and friends being hurt, it kills me inside and I feel like I must do someone in order to help them. I am a determined, protective young man. I am also a hard-headed idiot who will be the first to make sure things go right. If one thing goes wrong, I will quickly have to make sure it goes back on the right track.

Born of royalty, it is all I know...

I was born of Sir Bryce and Lady Karen, two very high noble people and also the brother of the King. I was born two years before my sister Nayeli and four years after my sister Leilani. I became a very strong warrior, determined and willed for fighting. Unlike my sister, Nayeli and Leilani, I was the one who wanted to fight head to head, I wanted to feel the true adrenaline. Nayeli took on the assassin aspect, which works for her since she is head of Caravala and a very good leader of that sister. Leilani took on being a beautiful, sweet, caring young lady who could convince someone of anything, weather it be bad or good, but mostly good. She once voiced to me that she wanted to try and have the dragon riders back, but she said it would take a lot more then she could handle. I did not agree with her, but I wanted to. I could not allow anyone else to know my secret, of wanting to be a Human Dragon Rider. Nayeli knew of my secret, but she did not know about Leilani and I had to keep my sister’s own secret.

When I was ten years old, my sister had been told she would be a wonderful leader, she was eight at the time. Leilani was too young to see the potential at the time, but I was forced to start taking classes in order to be a warrior, though my sister followed me and we both worked together, I noticed that she loved being with my Uncle, the King and I knew she would have a high position. I fought harder to lead people into battle and I was finally granted more then I thought I would at nineteen years old… My sister made me head of her Militia, along with her friend Dave, who was head of all the Knights and Guards. I could control all the Guards, but Dave and I laughed about making sure the Guards and Knights did not get confused.

My sister was always learning about new things and soon my younger sister, Leilani, came to Caravala, only to tell use she was going to the Terim. She did not tell my sister, Nayeli or my Uncle why, but she came to me afterwards and told me that she wanted to try and connect with a Rider and had heard of some being along the Coast in the Spine and Terim was the closest to the Spine. She was going to try and convince them to come back into the light and have a large role in the world and even try and change the laws to allow humans to be riders.

[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Leilani Richards

Born on a cold winter night

Twenty Years Ago

To the Broddring Captial as a

Human Woman

Trained to be a

Diplomat

Allied with the mighty

The King, Her Brother and Sister, but feels lead to find the Riders

My Uncle once called me Amazingly Beautiful...

Though I took it as a wonderful compliment, I am not one to turn them down, but I mean, I guess he is correct, I have heard it over a hundred times. Like my sister, I have beautiful black hair, which is long and goes down to my butt with ease. It normally pull a bit from my face, allowing it to stay like a waterfall going down. My hair is not straight, it holds some curls in it, but so does my sister’s, she just wears it more up then down. I have beautiful green eyes, nearly emerald colored. My uncle called me elf a few times, saying my eyes held that wise green color that he had seen many elfs hold when they were in battle. I did not like war, but I could not do anything about it. My skin hold a very pale color, since I am always inside the court and not outside enough, but it is still a beautiful color and I am not scared to show it off.

My upper body is perfectly curved, with a large chest and my stomach is flat. My arms are small, unlike my sister who fights all the time. I do not like to fight, only speak and discuss many things. I normally wear long sleeve tight clothing, however, I allow skin to show. I normally have the sleeves open going up my arm and a ’V’ neck, which shows just a bit of cleavage, but not too much. I normally wear a emerald stone between my collar bones, which was given to me by my uncle when I mastered the art of speech and became one of his best Diplomats. My hips curve with my body and I normally wear straight dresses that curve with my body.

I never wear heels on my feet, for I do not have the balance, so I wear flats, which are covered by my long dresses. I am already tall, about five foot seven inches, which is tall for a woman. I hold two daggers at my waist, but I only use them if I must and their pommels are silver flowers and their petal is at the bottom of the blade, going around the blade and protecting my hand from other blades. I normally wear dark clothing, like all my family, however, when at parties, I enjoy beautiful dresses and I love to show off my body.

My uncle once called my Determined…

and I agree with him completely. I am one of the most determined people in my family, along with my brother and sister who show their own determination. I am quick to speak my mind, which is also a gift I have, since I can convince nearly anyone of anything. I am level headed and very hard to show complete and honest emotion. I am a very caring and loving young lady, always willing to help my friends, but before I dare fight over anything, I have to have a good reason and it is hard for me to find a good reason to fight. I am a loving young lady, I guess I could be considered that, but with my sister and brother being so determined and both great leaders, some would think I am just like that.

I love my family and friends, but I cannot protect them that well. I am not as strong as my sister or brother, but I will be sure someone pays for what they had done. I am strong-willed and will make sure the person who hurts my love ones pay. I am not only a strong, determined person I am a charming person, always wanting to find someone who will care for me. I want a family one day, though I doubt I will ever get that chance, since my family is very royal and do a lot of Arranged marriages, though I refuse to do such a thing.

Some would call me a slight rebel, but I want what is best for the people around me, I want what could be to happen, like the dragon riders coming back into the light. I have a feeling about them, that this world needs them, yet they hide in order to keep others happy.

Born of royalty, it is all I know...

I was born of Sir Bryce and Lady Karen, two very high noble people and also the brother of the King. I was born two years after my sister Nayeli and four years after my brother Turin. I became a very strong Diplomat, able to convince anyone to do something I wanted, including the King himself. Unlike my two siblings, I am not a fighter of blades, or a leader of many people, I fight with words and I lead few. I enjoy the heated arguments more then the sweat and blood of battle. My sister was the silent attack, my brother the mighty warrior, but I was the quiet listener and the careful talker, quick to make my point before anyone else could. I only voiced to one person my need to get the riders back out into the light and that was my brother Turin, who I felt had the same thoughts, but he disagreed with me and told me to not tell another of my thoughts, so I kept to his advice. No one else ever knew, except for my brother.

When I was six years old, my sister and brother were told they had wonderful optional, but I was left from that category, since I was very young. It was when I was nine years old when I was sent to a school for Diplomats and when I was only twelve I was top in the class. I could hold a argument without showing anger on my face, I could speak my mind and show I knew what I was doing. I convinced anyone of anything and I knew how to do it to. I was gone from home for a few years before returning at the age fifteen, my sister the was in the Position of Leadership, her friend Dave, and my brother Turin. I did not really show myself until recently. I did not want to do anything until I was sure I was ready.

I came to Caravala, seeing my brother and sister and telling my brother’s of my plan. I knew it was a good idea to do so. I spoke to my Uncle and Sister together, telling them I wanted to travel to Teirm and that I would need escorts, knowing that I could not do this on my own. My sister agreed, knowing that I was only a minor in the blade. I did not care for fighting, hated the idea, but I knew that sometimes death had to come. I wanted to bring the riders back to the land, to show them they were welcome by some, though I think some of them knew. I knew I might be able to find them in the Spine, though I was unsure. I wanted to show the elves that humans could be riders too and that it would bring the tensions down about the dragon riders and how they were only elves.

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Come on closer, I wanna show you
What I'd like to do, You sit back now
Just relax now, I'll take care of you
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Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you
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[center] Gonna take it slow babe, Do it my way
Keep your eyes on me. Your reaction
To my action is what I want to see
Rhythmic motion, Raw emotion
Infiltrating through, Sweet sensations
Hot temptations, Coming over you
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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Tasia Anna Georgios

Born on a warm summers evening

Four Hundred and Twenty Nine Years Ago

To the Elven Kingdom as a

Elven Woman

Trained to be a

Warrior & Leader

Allied with the mighty

Riders

My Step Mother once called me horrid creature of hell...

Though she was possible right, even though I never did a thing to her. I was born much more beautiful then her own daughter, who was short, with short hair and dim emerald eyes. My hair runs down my back like a cascading water fall, though most the time I keep it from my bright emerald eyes, I love it. My cheek bones are high, like that of most elves and unlike the bones of my step sister’s face. My lips are small, not large like most women and I do not dress them with that horrid stuff people us to make them stand out. I hate the idea of make up and I will prove that I don’t need the wretched stuff. My eyes are slightly narrowed, though not by much and they always seem to be looking at something with wisdom, of course, I am smart, though I don’t care for people to know that.

My shoulders are square, not that round, beautiful kind that men of the elves like to see, but square, showing the confidence I have when I walk the streets of Ellesméra. I hold myself with pride, even though my step mother did her best to keep my spirits down and in the dumps. I was a leader and my body shows it. My chest is well pronounced, with two beautiful sized breast, though I hate the idea of flaunting them like my step sister seems to enjoy doing. She figures that since she is not as tall or beautiful as I am, men will find her breast to much fulfilling. It sickens me to see such whorish things done by someone I know it better then that. My arms are long, as is my whole body really. They are also strong, able to pull back the string of a bow with ease and can handle a long sword with skill. My stomach is firm and tight, toned from years of training and traveling.

My hips are curved with ease, flowing with my body as everything else flows down into my thighs and legs. My thighs hold the muscles from years of walking, running, and traveling that I have done and my calves hold the same muscles. I never wear shoes on my feet, preferring to letting them grow tough as I run and walk along the mother earth. My feet are always taken care of, knowing that many have died from their own feet being dirty.

I hold on my body, the tattoo that runs down my arms, which seems to be vines that go from my shoulders to my finger tips and then connects behind my neck and makes them go around my neck and meeting again in the middle of my collar bone, where they form a delicate leaf. I love this tattoo and it is never hidden. Though, I do not like those who seem to be whorish, I can not say that I dress any better. My breast are covered, but my firm stomach is present for all to see. The cloth that covers my breast goes around my upper back and then is held by own sleeve on the left of my body, but the sleeve only goes a few inches down my arm. Then, skirt begins at my hips and as it goes down, it begins to grow ragged and torn, showing years of wear and tear. I also sometimes wear a pair of pants, which are tight to my hips down to my knees and then flare out over my bare feet.

I sometimes wear a crown of vines that goes atop of my head and end with a emerald stone in the middle of my forehead. My father made this form me, along with my bow which holds a emerald in the middle of the bend and holds in energy from many years.

My father once said that I had a pure soul...

Though I am not sure after the lives I have taken through means of death and suffering. I love life, but because of the war, I have had to take lives that to the could have been important. I hate the idea of death, but I will protect my home and I will protect myself. I try not to think of such things when I battle, but it always seems to come to mind after the battle has ended. I do not enjoy battle as many do, but I do gain a bit of adrenaline that courses through my very bones during the blood battles. I hate to follow anyone into battle, I would rather lead and I have lead many, though I am still young, my father taught me to be a leader, not a follower and told me to keep my head up in the worse of times.

I love my family, most of them. I have always loved my step sister, though she can sometimes be as crude as her mother, she is kind and sweet and always caring. I love her for being that way and at least taking the time to apologize for her mother’s favoritism. I look up to my father as if he was a God, because to me he is the best father in the world. He has never once shown favoritism between me and my step sister and even though he is not my blood father, he has loved me for who I am. I trust him with my life and would protect him until I was not breathing. He has always considered me like a princess, since him and his wife were both leaders of a small little farming village in the forest, he made me a crown and called me and his step daughter his princesses.

I have always been willing to help everyone, except my step mother, the evil demon that she had always been to me. I hate her guts and would not even think about saving her from any form of death that came to her. Call me cold hearted, but this woman has hated me ever since her husband brought me into their home and called me his own daughter. She thinks of me as a demon, saying I make her daughter look back, when in reality, it is her own fault. She tries to make me look bad and everyone and in the long run, it causes her daughter to earn a bad name. I hate her and honestly, if I meet anyone like her, I will possible have the same feelings towards them.

I am a protector, warrior, leader, and a Lover to all my friends. I love being their for my friends and the family I actually care about. To me, everything about them is something important, though a few I could live without, I do enjoy their company and the drama they sometimes bring into my life. I will always protect my home land, the place is just that, my home and the only place I have within’ the forest. I love those within’ my home village and will do anything to protect those until the moment I quit breathing, but I am also sad…

I want to one day settle down, to be able to have a loving husband and someone to say, I Love You. I guess you could call me a romantic, but I think everyone would like to have a life and a love back home. I dream of that a lot, but know it will be a very long time.

Born in the forest of Du Weldenvarden, raised by a demon and angel…

I was born to a woman I never knew who died right after my birth and I never knew my father. My mother never was even able to give me a name, she died so quickly, but the man who was there with her, took me into his life. He had found my mother sick, cold, and nearly dead from sickness, but he had to help her with me, at least, help with the birth, so he feed her and kept her warm. The evening I was born, was a beautiful one he said, the stars were shining and the woman died in the warmth of the summer. He knew she would die that night, the stress of the delivery took all her strength and he cared me hundreds of miles back to his farming village, which he was leader of.

His wife saw me and spit upon me the moment she saw me, my cries could be heard throughout the village. My father, her husband, cursed her, saying that he was taking me in, weather she liked it or not, forcing her to raise me with her own daughter who had been born only a few nights after me. I had a friend and a sister, but I was never treated like a daughter by the woman, in fact, she hated my very existence. As a young child, my beauty showed, my body grew tall and my cheek bones were high. My emerald eyes were bright with confidence and my skin held a beautiful tone. I was the image of a princess, but she called me ugly, said I was nothing more then a farm animal and by time I was old enough to take care of myself, she had put me in a room in their large barn, that stored the grain for the spring and for the winter meals.

From a young age, I was hated by her, but by her husband, I was loved and taught many things. When I was only fifty years old and still very young, he brought both me and my step sister to a river that held many delicate vines. He pulled a handful and with skills words, turned them into green crowns that would never wither or faulter. He then brought out two stones from his pocket, one was ruby red, my sister’s favorite color and the other was emerald green, my favorite color. He placed the stone in the center of the crowns and had the vines wrap around them. ”For many years I have been storing energy into these stones and now, they are yours… Use the energy wisely.” He placed both on our heads and told us we were princesses of this farming village.

We loved him and we loved our gifts… It was twenty five years later, after a few many years that I have been in training to be a master hunter and user of the bow that he came to me again and with a brand new bow that he had crafted from the tree in the middle of our village. In the bow was a large emerald stone and the string was made from beautiful hide he had taken from a deer that had died from age. He gave it to me and told me it was strong. My first attempts of pulling it ended in failure and I had to wait many years before I could even use it. He gave given my sister a beautiful dagger with a ruby in the pommel, but I loved my bow. I took care of it, never allowing it to break and if it started to get withered or held a splinter, I was quick to fix it. I loved my bow and through my training, would not allow anything to happen to it.

I was two hundred years old when I had finished my training to be a warrior and I had become a master hunter, and it was also the first time I saw a dragon and the rider that rode upon his mighty back. I had heard stories, but never had I seen one this close before, as it landed in my village for shelter and to gain food for it’s rider. The riders stayed in my father’s home, while I stayed in the barn as I had done since the age of forty five. I found myself looking from the loft at night at the dragon and each time I did, he made eye contact with me, he was beautiful and I was falling in love with the mighty beast.

As morning came, the beast and it’s rider were gone, probably disappeared during the night, but they were not the only beings that were gone… My sister was too and no one could find her. My step mother said it was my fault, that she had left because she was not as beautiful as me, but I spat back and said that it was me who they woman had called ugly, her daughter had left for other reasons and even I wanted to know why. She was my sister and I wanted to find her. My father seemed at eased with her being done, as if she knew why she was gone, but I never asked questions. I became a master at hunting in the forest, not because I wanted to but because people were within’ our forest that we wanted out. I did not hunt animals, I hunted humans, only because I was told to hunt humans, but not to kill them, just injury them.

I hated the idea and after a hundred years, I grew to dread it and finally said I would only injury or kill anything on the battle field, though I dreaded the thought of it. But that day finally came and a forty year war between the humans and elves were underway. I went to the battle field and for thirty years I took the life of many people and saw many of my friends die. I hated it and wanted it to end, but it was also where I found my sister, who had actually left home over a hundred years before. I met her after a battle and spoke with her. She had used magic to alter her features to that of normal human, but I knew it was her, the crown made of vines and the ruby stone gave her away. She was not fighting in this war, but passing through when she was caught in the battle. She was not going to battle, but she was returning to the Silver Forest in the south to live in peace with her lover.

The war ended and I moved to the Forest with her, only to find peace and then once again, the urge to be a dragon rider came, when the same dragon rider who had come to my home many years before landed in the forest and showed himself to be her lover. I was amazed at this and traveled back to the forest, in hopes to become the next dragon rider.

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I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I've come from
That's the reason why I seem
So far away today [/center]
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[center] Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the fellas and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes, there's no denying
I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying
Somewhere with the wind [/center]
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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Sunglow

Born in the Dragon Egg Chambers in the Evening

Year 790 BBRW - Six Years Ago

To the Dragon World as a

Female Dragon

Trained to be a

Warrior, Fighter, Leader

Allied with the mighty

Tasia Anna & Dragon Riders

My rider calls me as Beautiful as the Sun...

But, I don’t think I am that pretty, mostly because, I love the sun so much and it is more beautiful then anything. But then again, it gives warmth to me, allows me to gain the energy I can use to fight. But, you want to know about me, right? Fine, I guess we can start with my small, tiny, little body, which is nothing to be proud of as of the moment. My little snout is rounded slightly, with a very small spike on the end, just about my nostrils. The area around my lips are a bit hard then the rest of my face and a shade darker. My eyes hold a shade lighter then my scales, making the sunglow look on me even more fantastic. Above my eyes, a few inches, are two spikes, which are small as of the moment, but will be large and sharp. Just below them are my ear holes which allow me to hear what is going on around me. My neck is smooth as of this moment, a few feathery like scales go up and down the back of my neck and then my wither area is bare, meant for the future of flying. Along my back and tail, I have the same feather like scales that show were spikes will coming. On the end of my tail is a long arrow like looking thing, but it is small and flimsy. From under my jaw to half way down my tail, I have a slightly lighter colored underbelly, which I am always protecting. As of this moment, my scales are very smooth and soft. My talons are small and very sharp because of how knew they are. My teeth are pure white and also very sharp, but right now, they look slightly strange on my small body.

As I grow, my snout will grow a bit longer, the spike on my nose will be a big longer and will go back towards my head slightly, allowing it to curve. On my chin, I will have the same kind of spike, but it will also curve back slightly, giving my a bit more protection from my enemies. My scales will darken slightly, though not much and my eyes will stay the same color. The spikes on my head will grow longer each time I grow bigger and stronger. The feather like scales on my neck and back will harden into long spikes that will protect me from something coming down on my. The area for my rider will be protected and easily assessable, because tougher, larger scales will grow to allow him to climb onto my back, but they will barely be noticed. My tail will be stiffer and longer, the arrow will be able to puncture into anything I aim it at. My talons will be larger, stronger, though sharper, maybe not to a simple touch, but with force, they will slice through anything. My teeth will grow larger and actually look somewhat normal within’ my mouth. They will be sharp, able to tear apart anything I get my talons on.

My sunglow body will always be bright and beautiful, the sun will always make it brighter and shimmer more in the beautiful day light. Fire light will cause me to glow slightly from scales, and people will look at me in breath taking awe. I will have strength to do whatever I want and my rider will be right by my side, just as beautiful as I am. I will gain armor for battling my enemies, it will be a light gray armor, made by the best. It will go over my skin and scales, my spike will be able to come through it. It will curve with my body and hold gems near the withers for my rider to store energy through the years to use for battle.

I consider myself as Fiery Type...

But then again, my Rider my consider me slightly annoying, comparing I woke her up the moment we met by sinking my large, dark golden claws into her side. She was not to happy with me after that, but I am not that concerned, she needed to wake her lazy butt up. As you can see, I am slightly controlling when it comes to others, though, very passionate about my work as a Dragon Rider’s Dragon, I want control when it comes to things going on. I don’t like being out in the blue, it works into my scales and makes me nervous. I am sure this will go away as I grow older, but as of this moment, I doubt that will happen. I get slightly angry when I am not in some form of control, hints the talons in Tasia’s side. I find it funny when people get mad at me, mostly because of the fact that they always show off to prove how made they are and I just sit back, a grin on my face all the while. I enjoy a good fight, no matter if it is good or bad I am fighting. If you piss me off, I am going to hurt you, no doubt about it. I have a temper the length of on smallest scale and that is not very long, which is lucky for you. How? Well, because it is such a short temper, I get mad fast and then I cool down fast, so you may not die.

I am a very caring dragon other then what I said above, though, it may seem different. I am always protecting those I care about, making sure they are taken care of and out of harms way. I hate to see those I care about hurt and I would never allow my rider to get hurt. I have waited many years to see this rider and if she was to get hurt, my whole thought process would be ruined. I love her to death, she is my own sister and I would do anything to make sure she does not hurt at all. I am always watching out for her best interest, making sure she is taken care of. If others come around and she likes them, though I may be a bit wary at first, after a short time, I will probably like them too and protect them, however, the test to my trust is a bit bigger then the test to my riders trust.

I do allow other to control me, however, these are those who are older and wiser then me, who know what they are talking about, like other dragons who are many years older then me. Normally, I don’t allow such a thing, but since I know I have to learn, I allow it. I hate being out of control of things, but if it means learning from them, they can have the control. I am a bit tougher when it comes to control other things, like my rider for instance. I always want to make sure she is taken care of and in my point of view or smell, however, when she is not, I feel like I am not doing my job and I don’t feel right other wise.

As I grow older, these will become either less or more seen. I am sure my control issue will lessen, allowing me to relax more when things are not in my control. My protection issue will sky rocket, my need to protect my rider and her friends will always be my main concern. My temper issue will probably lessen to the point that the fuse is a bit longer then my smallest scale, but then again, I may still be pretty bad. I will always have a heart to care about those who deserve my caring attitude. Other then that, I am a Controlling, Protective, Caring, Temperamental Sunglow Dragon!

Born in the Chambers of the Dragon Eggs...

But my pass is far longer then it seems to many, which is normal for any dragon hatchling. Both of my parents were wild during the war between the dragon and elves, they fought together always, their love for each other was strong. I remember the memories they gave to me while I was in the egg and they were around. They would tell me stories through my mind. My mother was a beautiful light colored silver dragon and my father was a black dragon. He was large and powerful, bulky and huge, many spikes and sharp scales. My mother, the silver beauty she was, was delicate and slim, but a strong flyer. She was beautiful, her grace was unknown to my father, he had never seen such beauty before. I remember the names that were given to me through my shell when I was first brought into this world as a egg…

My mother was given the name Varoles Arget by her own parents when she hatched into being. My father was given the name Arsenic, by his father only, because his mother had been killed by another male jealous. My father worked hard to show others he was strong, he made sure he was going to live. He fought hard in the war between the elves and he met my mother. They fought together, sometimes even helping tear things apart to protect their land, to protect themselves. I remember the memory of them seeing Eragon and his Dragon, the large white beast that came down and settle the war. My father and mother were grateful that the war was over and decided that they would give to them. They made a pact that they would only give Silver, Gold, and Black eggs.

After they gave the eggs, I never heard from them again, however, the eggs that came in had there own memories. After a while, I cut myself off from the world, I figured that the listening to others was doing nothing for me. I would relive the memories everytime I finished them and then, it happened…

I felt the touch of my rider come to me, the feeling hurt at first, the sudden change of things, the sharp pain that moved through her body had gone through my own. I had called her too me when I felt something else during the evening and then, I broke from my prison. It did not take long, but I saw her laying there, her body seemed lifeless at first, but she was breathing and I could hear her heart beating as I sniffed her body. I looked around at the other eggs, seeing many that could be my siblings, but I turned my eyes back to her. I tried waking her, but nothing happened at first, she just laid there, her head was hurting and so was my head. I growled and finally, took matters into my own hands. I allowed my talons to sink into her side, waking her and giving her a slight scar for a few days, but I got her to awaken for me.

I have done a lot in my first few years... Including a few mission when I was merely the size of a cat. When I was the size of the small horse, I went on another mission onto the sea with Tasia. When I was a bit older, we traveled some and then Tasia lost her father and we went to Du Weldenvarden for his death. Now we are supporting Leilani Richards to bring humans into the pact.

[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Awiti Ekere Richards

Born on a warm dry evening

Seventeen Years ago

To the Desert as a

Human Woman

Trained to be a

Slave

Allied with the mighty

Leilani Richards

My master called me a beautiful angel…

But the words scared me, thinking he would take me into a dark room like he did the older girls, so I can from his presence. I hold light green eyes, though my mother says I must have gained them from my father, who had rapped her at the age of sixteen because no one from her family holds the eyes that I do. My hair is long, braided into many braids that run down my back and my mother always washes it, keeping is smooth and soft, unlike many black girls. My cheeks hold high bones and I have dark skin, very dark skin, much dark then the skin of my mother, which proves I gain it from my father, whom I never knew.

My body is curved, even at this young of age. I hold already breast that my masters are always looking at and some even try to touch. My body rolls, though I try to hid my body wearing thick or loose clothing that goes over me and makes me look straight as a pole. My skin is flawless, except for the many markings of my masters, one being on my right shoulder of a pawprint, the marking of my first master when I was only a toddler. Another marking being on my left shoulder and being that of four straight lines, it being of my third owner. The last marking is of my last owner and it three initials being above my right breast, just under my collar bone of his three names. I was not going to be a working slave for him, but he died before I was old enough to be his sex slave.

My hips curve with my body, showing me to be a beautiful young lady and one many men would want. I normally wear loose clothing to hid my body and my markings, but since I came into the custody of Leilani, who is nice and caring, she has had made for me beautiful dress, both casual and also formal. Mostly they are straight dresses, nothing too big and tight to my skin. I wear them and she does not treat me as a slave, she has even given me a dagger for protection, which she had had in her own possession. She has given me her jewelry and called me her own daughter.

My mother said I was a blessing…

Though I do not know if I should believe her. For years I remember hiding behind her skirts, scared of the men who marked our bodies and hurt us. My whole life has been full of nightmares and I am still young. My mother always told me to be brave, to hold my head high into the air, for my second name meant Praise and I was to praise the skies, for they would deliver me one day. I, however, could never force myself to even think about looking to the skies, for fear that my own body would be beaten down like those around me.

I did have at least some emotion though, even though I was treated like the dogs. I love my family and I was lucky to have my mother through most my dreaded life. I also had the few friends who were my age, but we only were together for a few months before we were beaten away from each other or when they died. I was lucky to have a few stay with me when I was sold with my mother or at least stayed with my mother, but I still loved those I met and were taken from me quickly. No matter what, they were still my family in a way and I did love them greatly.

I never could hate anyone, at least, not those like me. We were all treated the same by those who wanted us for nothing more then slaves. I felt anger towards those who hurt my family and friends, wanting to protect them, but never got close to them during the beatings. It was my mother who held me back, or my friends when my mother was beat. I was always pushed away, which possible caused my shyness and my own reason for being down in the dumps all the time. I am very shy, never really wanting to talk and always shuddering when I am called to, thinking I am about to be beaten.

Inside I think I could become a great leader, maybe even a good person, but being a slave, I doubt I will ever show my brave side, will ever so the side of determination I have in my heart to be free.

Born in the desert of a far away land…

I never knew who my true family was, only knew my mother. But here is the story of how I came to be. My mother was the daughter of a Chief, a man who ruled a large village and she was to be married to a young man of another nearby village. The man was dark and handsome, beautiful beyond compare, with dark green eyes and a tall body. She had met him only once and she did not like him, called him cooky and had told her maids that she was running away. The maid, being the cousin to the man who was going to marry her, went to him and told him of this. During the night, when she was planning on running away, he dressed in all black and when she had made it to the brush, he jumped her, rapping her and leaving her during the night.

The next morning she returned home to her father, who was outraged by her runaway, but when she said she had been rapped her did not believe her. Said that is she were to keep the baby, he would throw her out of the village, but if she were to kill the baby while it was in the womb, she could still be married and be the princess. She refused to kill the baby and the next day, she was given a weeks worth of bread and water and was sent into the grassland and desert. She grew lucky and found a small band of women and men who helped her birth the child many months later, but not only did she birth the child there, for four years they lived happily, as a big family.

It was late one night when this happy group were forced into a world of nightmares and pain. A bunch of white skinned people came, killing a few of the men and then taking the rest of the men, women and children with them to a large town, full of the white people. Most of the families were kept together to keep them happy, but once they left that market, they were Sold separate. Women stayed with young children until they were young teenagers and then they were sold apart. I was lucky I was only four years old, because I never remembered the night or the first time I was sold, but I do have the marking of the man we called “Wolf”, the paw print that is deep in my skin.

He sold my mother and me three years later when I was just seven years old. My mother had her scars from not doing as was told and I was forced to go to a new owner, who did not mark us like the first had. I was old enough to work, but he allowed the children my age to play with his children, knowing that we were still young and even taught us things. He was a nice owner, but he was our master and inside, he still did not care much about us. He sold us again, to my third owner, who gave me the marking on my left arm. I stayed there from the time I was ten years old till I was eleven, I was with him. He died only a few months after I turned eleven and then I went to my next owner, who knew what he wanted from me.

I had heard from other girls he hurt them in areas that a man was not to see until they were married and my mother did everything to protect me. He was old, with wrinkles, but I was his slave, he had all the right to me. I turned fourteen the day he died and I was so happy. We were then brought to a large city not far from the large water and as I stood on stage, the man who was selling me told me I would be good for the men, that I was beautiful. I could hear my mother crying my name and I was scared to death. It was then that a woman on a Gray horse moved through the ground, dropping a black bag of Gold. He almost did not let me go until she showed him her face, her emerald eyes were like mine, but darker. Her hair was black, but she then hid her face again.

She helped me onto her beautiful horse and then rode through the crowd, my body not use to the movement of the horse. She asked for my name and I told her my name. ”Awiti Ekere.” She inquired on the meaning and I told her that it meant Thrown Away Praise. I told her the story my mother had told me about my family and everything and she nodded. She then took me to her home, inquired on my favorite color, which was green. She had many beautiful dressed made for me, some were formal, while others were casual. She even gave me a simple dagger for protection. She gave me shoes for my feet and jewelry that held green stones. She then gave me something I would never thought. She gave me the last name of Richards.

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For once in my life I have someone who needs me
Someone I've needed so long
For once, unafraid, I can go where life leads me
And somehow I know I'll be strong
For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of
Long before I knew
Someone warm like you
Would make my dreams come true[/center]
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[center] For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me
Not like it's hurt me before
For once, I have something I know won't desert me
I'm not alone anymore
For once, I can say, this is mine, you can't take it
As long as I know I have love, I can make it
For once in my life, I have someone who needs me [/center]
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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Rainer David Danesson

Born during the summer

Twenty One Years ago

In a little Village as a

Human Man

Trained to be a

Farmer

Allied with the mighty

Anyone who I can trust

My mother once said I was handsome…

But she is not here with me anymore, because the damn men took her as a slave because he thought she was good looking. That is possible the reason I don’t trust many people. Anyway, you want to know what I look like, right? Well, I guess I can tell you about me, a little. I don’t know why you want to know. Starting at my hair, it is short, which is how I keep it and slightly messy or spikes towards the front. I don’t like it in my eyes, but sometimes, it a bit messier then normal. My eyes are a dark brown, almost black and they express a lot of my emotion. It is not that you can completely see my emotion, but you know when something is going on. My face is very sharp slightly, but not overly sharp. As my mother had once called me handsome, I am guessing she is right, but even I don’t know. I have high cheek bones and very strong muscles in my neck and shoulder area, showing my constant working out.

My chest and abs are very defined, along with my arm muscles and leg muscles, but lets focus on the top and work our way down. Along my upper back, I have a tattoo that looks kind of demonic, but it is something I like. It is a winged demon, showing my distrust of nearly anyone and not liking many people. I normally show it when I am working and people I don’t like come up towards me. My chest is very defined and shows my strength. My neck and shoulders hold strong muscles which go to my arms. My hands are callused from years of working with my father. My stomach area holds strong abs and such that show my constant working out to stay fit incase I have to fight or something. My legs are very strong, so I can run for great distance, a bit further than a average human can run.

I normal wear dark colored clothing, from dark brown to black. I am not a bright person, so I am not going to wear bright stuff. I normally wear a long sleeve tunic and black pants that go over a pair of black boots. I hate dressing up and refuse to do so for any occasions. I normally a bit dirty from working. I have a sword, though very simple and not fancy, I found it on my property and I kept it. I have a bow and I make my arrows when I need them. My bow is very simple, nothing pretty like those stupid nobles. Well, I hope you like what you heard, but I am done telling about myself.

My father said I have a good attitude…

But I must say, even I don’t believe that hunk of bull… Maybe it was before my mother went missing, but who knows. I am not one who is very happy at all, I am very blank and calm when it comes to things that should be happy and amusing. I find some amusement in the pain of others, or the problems in others, especially if it is noble. Being of a poor family, I hate nobles, and since they think they own the world, when bad things happen, I laugh at them. I do care about a few people, but those few are my family and it is only two, unless I find my mother is still alive. I don’t trust anyone at all and will not fight for anyone unless I have a good reason to fight for them.

It takes a lot for me to trust anyone and everyone. Some people may prove themselves to me in a few days, others may take years. I just don’t like people and those I do like, well, it still may take a while for me to show my friendship with them. I am not a nice person, unless you are my true friend and it takes a while to be a true friend. I am a determined man also, and since I don’t like the noble people of this land and I don’t really know any elves, I guess I will have to go with the riders, mostly because they didn’t fight in this war I hear and they sound like they don’t trust many people either.

Anyway, if I do like ya and trust ya, well, I might actually protect you and care for you. I may actually laugh and smile around you. I will be your friend, caring for you emotions and not liking when other people hurt you. It is about like I care for my brother and father.

Born in s farm town, my life changed quickly…

My mom and dad got married only a few months before my brother and I were born in this small farming village. I don’t remember much of those first few years, but I heard that my brother and I loved working with my dad out in the field. We would run around and play in the dirt a lot. It was about when I was three that my mother wanted to leave, so we went to Ceunon, where my mother found herself enjoying the religious aspect and had use take a Journey to some place. It was there, that fate took my mother away, when men came and took her, holding my brother and I back.

The man who took my mother was a noble and it quickly caused my dislike for them to come quickly. They thought they could have everything and I began to hate all I met. I hated the king and the people who ruled each town and city. I did not know who to trust anymore, as everyone seemed to have ties with these nobles and soon, found myself just despising everyone who liked the nobles of the town. My father tried to make me realize not everyone was like that, but it was no use.

As I grew into a man, I worked with my father, doing anything he did and soon found myself farming everywhere I went. I liked the work, seeing that I had done something and knowing that I had worked hard. As I learned about the history of my home, I heard of the war that caused the Blue Divide. I could not see myself siding with the humans or the elves, but instead the dragons… Why? Well, they did not seem to trust allying themselves with either one and did not take a side, so I figured they did not trust either side either and I sure as hell didn’t. I figured my next step would be to go to Ilirea and learn some stuff, so I gathered my things and I left my father, told him I would return and visit on occasion.

I was sixteen at the time, traveling on horse back to the city-state. I stopped and received a tattoo in a small town I don’t remember the name of. It was a wicked tattoo, one of a demon like thing with wings. I like it and in a way, it showed my dislike of anyone. So, I normally showed it when I did not like someone and felt I could get away with removing my shirt. Once I arrived in Ilirea I learned of the dragons and started learning more, but found that I enjoyed farming even more. So I earned as much money as I could and bought a farm that once belong to an old man. I had just turned eighteen. I first started with crops and then went on to even large things such as fruits and animals, which allowed me to sell to humans, elves and riders, showing that I could feed the dragons with cattle.

I also began training horses for the people of Ilirea and even the soldiers who worked for the Riders. When I turned nineteen, I sent a letter to my father and brother, telling them of all that had happened and how I was doing.

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I am a question to the world… not an answer to be heard…
And what do you think you’d ever say? I won’t listen anyway…
You don’t know me… And I’ll never be what you want me to be
And what do you think you’d understand? I’m a boy, no I’m a man!
You can’t take me and throw me away![/center]
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[center]And I want a moment to be real… Wanna touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong… And how can the world want me to change?
They're the ones that stay the same… They don't know me
Cause I'm not here[/center]
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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Njord Floros

Born on a Spring Evening

One Hundred and Twenty Five Years Ago

To the Elven City of Osilon as a

Elven Man

Trained to be a

Sword’s Master

Allied with the mighty

Elves

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.

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Another mission, the powers have called me away
Another time to carry the colors again
My motivation, an oath I’ve sworn to defend
To win the honor of coming back home again
No explanation will matter after we begin
Unlock the dark destroyer that’s buried within
My true vocation and now my unfortunate friend
You will discover a war you’re unable to win[/center]
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I’ll have you know, that I’ve become
Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable[/center]
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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Senka Floros

Born on a Spring Morning

One Hundred and Twenty Five Years Ago

To the Elven City of Osilon as a

Elven Woman

Trained to be a

Bow Master, but Secret Fashion Maker

Allied with the mighty

Elves

I once heard from my Mother I was Amazingly Beautiful...

But, unlike my twin brother, Njord, I love the idea, because I know I am the most beautiful thing in my family and the need for fashion is something I live for. I love to dress up, in fact, I try and my Njord dress up as well, but it does not seem to work in my cruel favor. I know he hates the idea, so I enjoy messing with him and causing him mental harm, it is rather fun… Like that night I had a… Oh, you can wait to hear that later, I think right now you would rather hear about what I look like, correct. Oh, I can’t wait to tell you, but beware, there is a reason my family calls me unique and very… Outspoken.

Well, like most of my family, I was born with those beautiful black locks that were nice and long, however, I gained a bit of a wave in mine, however, I was not one to be normal, so with years of magic, I changed the color to dark brown, since I prefer that better. I normally keep it long, but not so long to make it look ragged or bad. I don’t like it put up in a pony-tail, in fact, I down right hate the idea of braids or ponytails, but I do like making my hair look really nice, so normally you will find it done up in some weird fashion, with things that sparkle and shine. I like that about myself and it never looks completely neat, in fact, it can look messy too and I like it just as much. My eyes, well, they are a bright green, not that emerald color, but almost like a sea foam green, which looks amazing, if I do say so myself. I always have eye shadow on and paint around my eyes to make them stand out. Unlike my brother who made his a light brown, I at least have some form of fashion. My lips cause some mean to go crazy with need, as well as much more of my body. I keep a deep red on them most the time, making them stand out and look very moist and wanted. My ears are a bit longer then my brothers and hold a slightly sharper point, which I like so no problems there. In the lobe, I have my ears pierced to allow me to wear beautiful jewelry to match the ones that I wear on my neck. My Nose is a bit pointed, unlike my brother’s slightly rounder nose.

Okay, now on to the rest of my body, which I am sure you will enjoy the most since it gets to the places most men want the most. My brother hates dressing up, but I enforce him to with me, at least more then those nasty common tunics. Anyway, on to my body. I have slightly round, delicate shoulders that curve gracefully downward. I do not hold sharp shoulders like my brother, mind hold muscle, but I look very fragile to some. My arms are average for my build, slim and very small, but the unknown muscle is there to pull back the string of a bow. My skin, like many elves, are pale, with little sun light to touch it. I have seen those elves that look burnt by the sun, it is a terrible fate. My skin, is flawless, no marks scar it or show, except of course, for one thing. Let us travel down my smooth, tone back to the lowest of my back, were my waist begins. There in the middle is a Oval shaped tattoo, with what looks like vines stretching to the sides. In the oval, vines over whelm it and a “F” sits in the middle, marking me as a Floros Family Member. Now, lets continue around to my stomach, which is flat and holds a pierced belly button ring. My chest is very… Delectable for the eyes of men, as is my waist and lower.

Now, lets go on to the rest of my body, which I am sure you are dying to hear about. My hips curve sweetly with my body, moving carefully and forming perfectly for the eyes of men. My butt area, well, let just say it is tone and nice on the eyes. My legs are very firm and tone from my training and my feet are very delicate looking for anyone. They are well taken care of and I never wear close toe footwear, since my toes, like my finger nails, are always painted. Now, I think I look pretty good without clothes on, don’t you? But I am sure you want me to tell you of my normal taste of clothing, do you not? Of course you do. Well, quit your salivating and listen up.

I hate dark colored clothing, and normally wear brighter, yet easy on the eyes colors, such as blues, pinks, orange, yellows, red, and whites of course. I love things with gems in them, which allows me to store energy so I always have some on hand when I go anywhere. Now, around my neck, is a necklace I wear all the time, which is a dark emerald, smooth oval with the family seal in the middle of it. Since my neck and collar bone area is always showing skin, I leave it there to catch the eye of some man who wants to met me. My dresses are normally strapless and curve with my body, showing off those tone areas and giving men a eye pleasure. I always allow my back to be shown as well, the seal to show on my back for anyone to see. I always make sure my weapons are with me as well, at least, two daggers that hold a gem in the middle of the pommel with the family crest and also a Bow with the same thing in the bend of the bow. I don’t take my bow with me to parties, but when ever I travel, it is with me.

So, tell me… Are you happy with my appearance? I hope so, because I think I look very eye appealing.

My Grandfather said I was very unique in many ways…

And of course, that is a given. The only girl in this family to ever be born? I am far from unique, I am different and perfect, in my opinion. He was a smart man and he always seemed to know what to say to me, however, my brother never really understood him, of course, guys never understand anything except for woman and sex. I know, it sounds like I am always wanting to insult my older brother, but it is not meant to harm him in anyway, I enjoy messing with his mind and playing tricks on him. I am the first and only girl in this family line, so I have a right to brag and be happy with it, though my brother hates it when I do, I can’t help it. I love him so much NOT to bother or annoy him. I also, never get in trouble, maybe is it because I am perfect? Hehe, I don’t know, in my opinion, I am perfect, maybe not to my brother’s eyes, but I know I am. However, I will say I am a bit different then my family in one way… Though, I am perfect, beautiful, and beyond sexy… I also like those large, beautiful, amazing dragons and those sexy dragon riders. Oh, the thought just makes me so… Excited!

Well, some would call me a normal elf in a way, always happy and carefree, but I am far from those stuck up arrogant things! I am different! I am always ready for anything, wanting to move and not only that, pretent death does not came and sickness is a mental state of mind. It seems to work well for me, but my brother, well, he is much more realistic, while I am much more… Fantasty like if you wish to call me. Some would also call me cruel, though I don’t believe such a thing, but then again… I guess I could be a bit sadistic and cruel, but I don’t know, maybe that is a… Opinion and not a fact. I enjoy annoying people, it is one of my main reasons for staying around my brother. Now, on to my most favorite person in thee world… My mother, who I love dearly. She and I have the same fashion sense I guess you could call it and I love that about her. I would never upset her, I love her far to much. She always said I was her princess, that I was beautiful and said I would be the best thing for the elven race. Now, she of course did not know… That I was slightly into those beautiful riders, like my brother knew about, but that was because he was connected in a way far from others.

Now, on to things I don’t really like… I hate it when my brother looks at women, mostly because he can never find one pretty enough for him. He just needs to give up and allow me to get him into fashion and stuff. He likes to take things old fashion, where as I, well… Lets just say I have had to block my mind from his own during the evenings before. I can’t wait to actually find someone I don’t get bored with and that would have to be a dragon rider. My brother, he is not boring, but I am so use to bothering him now, it is becoming more common thing then my fun. I can’t wait to settle down with someone in this beautiful villa I have in Ilirea.

Now, as you can tell, I love my family, very loyal to them and very quick to be at their side. I am not as out going with it as my brother, who will literally put himself into harms way, but I will be sure to help them as best I can. My mother, amazingly awesome with fashion is beyond my favorite person. My brother, though very realistic and sometimes slightly boring with his hatred for the dragons and such. My father because of his strong force that seems to penetrate all who come around. It is rather funny and cool! I guess I am just a hyper child in need of more fashion to come my way. Now, if only I could get a hold of one of those dragons riders and make love to one of those lovely beings.

Now, unlike my brother, I am not a ass, but just a fashion crazy, beautiful young lady who knows more about fashion then war and battle.

Born of a old family, always forced to be like them…

Well, I can’t say I was forced like my brother into the family ways, but he will enjoy telling you some about the family past, how our family line goes past the dragon and elf war and all that lovely stuff. How the man was killed by a dragon and how everyone was taught to hate and stuff. Well, I am tired of the story, it becomes rather boring, though I have been sworn to pass it on to my family when that time comes, it may be a while. My family came from one place and ended up in Osilon, of all places. So yea, the story was passed on and blah-blah-blah.

Unlike my lovely twin, I was not born on the Spring Evening, but instead, Spring Morning, so as you can tell, my mother had a bit of trouble during the labor and all that good stuff. I came second and my family was shocked to know I was a girl. Number one, I was the first twin in the family line, first sibling in the family line… Second! I was a woman and that brought out a thrill within’ itself and I was treated very special. I was spoiled if you want to put it vaguely, but I knew some work, though… Hehe, very little. My brother and I were connected at a very early age, in fact, we knew each others thoughts and could probably say each other sentences if we really wanted to, but he never cared much for that, he let me do all the talking. He thinks the connections is annoying, which is why he stays in Osilon, but I can still feel his emotions and stuff, maybe not hear his thoughts, but know how he is feeling if the emotion is strong, such as hatred towards the dragons, pain, and stuff like that. My mother always protect us, never allowing us out of her sight for a moment and my dad told us the family stories from very young. I remember my father telling me to hate the dragon and all that stuff, but I could not find it in me to do that, I remember nagging Njord that we should be different, but he brushed my thoughts away.

For many years, we ran the city of Osilon, we were the biggest family line in the city, the only one stretching back to the Dragon Wars that people could actually prove on paper, so we were the propular people. I was always asked to come to parties and such, but no night was most remembers as the night before our journey to Ilirea. I remember being with the children and then my brother pulling at me with his mind to follow him. I did not want to go, but he forced me to join our parents and grandparents. We went into this hut, where we got out family seal. Mine went on my lower back, with vines that out stretched from beyond the seal and looked pretty and my brother’s was on his right shoulder blade. It hurt some, but soon the pain was over and we had the tattoos there, the family seal. My father also brought out to me a beautiful bow that he had had made by the best and in the bend was a emerald, which held thousands of years of stored energy. I also gained two daggers from my mother and then my grandparents brought out a beautiful necklace that I wear to this day.

We returned to the other children and the next morning headed to Ilirea, though, it did take a few days, but as we were getting closer to the beautiful city… A huge, dark green dragon flew over us and landed ahead. We all went to greet the large dragon, though my brother mental was stand offish showed his dislike of all the dragons, I saw the man who rode. His black hair was long, braided from his face and his emerald eyes were beyond amazing. My jaw dropped as he welcomed up and I could barely believe what I was seeing before me. The dragon traveled with us, but my brother did not allow me from his sites and soon, we were taken to a villa in the middle of the city… Our home for the next fifty years or so. I remember running into the home and jumping onto the large couch that had been made for us, the pillows were large and I fell in love with the house. I told my brother this was my place once this was over and he seemed fine with it.

I could not believe the city was so massive, we took lessons nearly everyday and had a day or tow off, depending on how things went. My brother, he was a over achiever, wanted to show his family he could do great, me… Well, I took things slow, but still got things done. He was becoming great with the sword, where I became great with the bow and also… A wonder with fashion. I knew how to make anyone look good, even those good for nothing humans. I remember using my connection with Njord to tease him, showing him woman cloth less so he would have to block his own mind from my own, but it barely mattered. He hates to the tease, but I live to do that.

When we went home, the battle between human and elves started, the lose of many and I was like my mother, not wanting to see my father go to war with anyone and soon saw my brother dressing. Once they left, a small group of elves made a small military group and we became knowns as Death Arrows. I remember one was named Tasia, but she has been long gone since then, in fact, I have not seen her. My father was killed on those battle fields, my mother… She died years later of sorrow… I was left by myself and I hated it. My brother, he did not seem to care, but his hatred for the riders persisted, saying constantly they should have helped, they were traitors. I grew tired of it and went to my home in Ilirea and stayed there. I loved my home in Ilirea and I began to make dresses and such, however, keeping my mastery of the bow as my main priority. I make many of the clothing for the rich people and make sure fashion shows are held at my place, in hopes a rider will come forth to see my work.

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[b]featuring--![/b] --! ---! ---!
How come I end up where I started? How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again you reel me out then you cut the string
How come I end up where I started? How come I end up where I went wrong?
I won't take my eyes off the ball again first you reel me out and then you cut the string[/center]
[blockquote][blockquote]all the writing goes here… everything here! Whatever I want here.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[center]You used to be alright, what happened?
Did the cat get your tongue? Did your string come undone?
One by one, One by one. It comes to us all. It's as soft as your pillow
You used to be alright, what happened
Et cetera, et cetera. Facts for whatever. Fifteen steps
Then a sheer drop
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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Taeli Shealaes

Born on a Winter Night

Seventeen Years Ago (Older in tiger years)

In the Jungle of a Far Away Land

Were-Tiger Woman

Trained to be a

Hunter, Magic User, Trickster

Allied with the mighty

Dragon Riders

So many mere humans have called me pretty…

But who cares of those petty humans think of me, they know nothing of who I am and what I am. I have charmed many of men in my life with my looks, lead them into the jungle thinking they were following a beautiful woman, a woman they call beautiful and a angel, only to find that they are lost and I have toyed with them. I enjoy messing with them, my looks are easy on the eyes of a man but sooner or later, they will learn not to trust the looks of a woman, or so I hope anyway. They need to learn to become wiser so that they can actually live in this world. But, I guess you are wondering what I look like, correct? Well, I guess I can sooth your wondering mind, as all humans have them, which is sad beyond believe.

In my human form, I am much different then those humans I grew up around, for I hold long beautiful red hair, which flows down my back like a cascading waterfall to the middle of it. I have decorated my hair was feathers and such, keeping to a exotic appearance that men seem to love. My skin is pale, but flawless and youthful, making men want to touch it and caress it within’ their hands. My eyes hold the feline like appearance, a amber gaze and the pupil are slit like that of cat, which not many men see when I lead them towards the forest from afar. My lips are average, not big and not too small, but average and they make a pretty little smile when I smile. My fangs are like that of a normal cat, all sharp, but there are two larger one on the side, but when in human form they are not much longer then the others, but one can tell that I am different, since I have two on the bottom as well. As we travel down the rest of my body, you will see that on my neck seems to be a small scar, which will be explained later on in this petty profile that you have requested me to do. I hold small shoulders, which look delicate and smooth, and they are round. My arms are long and very skinny, fitting with my body which is only 5’7”. My chest is not something that can be flaunted, since I do not hold large bosoms like many woman do, but they are not so small to be considered not there. My stomach is flat, tone like that of something that constantly moves around. My legs are full, along with my backside, which is something men seem to look at the most.

So, you have seen my human appearance, but I have not really given you my style of clothing for the human appearance. I am sure you would like to know. I wear a single piece of cloth, which makes a skin tight like dress. It is made of the thin cloth. It has two straps which cross around the back of my neck and it covers all things that need to be covered. And the bottom goes just above my knees and holds a slit to allow me to move freely. On my hip is a dagger which I journey with and I carry a bag with extra clothes so that I may blend in with the people of the land I live in now. I wear no shoes, unless it is necessary, and I very rarely wear dresses that cover my full body, unless asked by the Council. When I do wear things a bit better for public, or outside of Ilirea, I wear a wool skirt over my skin tight dress and a cloak. So, now you know how I dress, can we continue on? Oh, please quit with the drooling… It is rather annoying.

Now, I can tell you about my lovely normal appearance… My tiger appearance, the one I use the most. As you can figure, I am a normal tiger, I hold the normal bulk, I am not larger then a normal one and I am not smaller. I have the same eyes as I do as a human, just a bit larger and my teeth are much bigger then normal. Like my hair, I have feathers that have been laced with my coat in some places, mostly around my neck. My digger, over the ears, had formed into my coat when I shift into my normal form, giving the appearance of a black stripe that looks like the dagger. I have a tail, which I do not have in my human form and my ears are further up on my head like any normal tiger. My nails have turned into claws and they are very tough and sharp, so do not think that I am weak and defenseless in this state.

Let just say, I have a very vast personality…

Because honestly, I am truly different then a human when it comes to my thoughts and the same goes for elves. I enjoy confusing people and laughing at them when they become so confused, though I do not do this to everyone, only those who are worthy of seeing confused, such as the younger riders which seem to get confused easy. I do not dare to confuse the older riders, since I am very loyal to them and want to help them, but the human and elven guards that help them, they are fun to toy with. I am normally very kind to those I choice to befriend, which are very few and far between, but those who are not, I use as my new test subject for riddles, jokes, and other things. I am never mean to anyone, even if I do get mad at them.

When I am angry, I very rarely allow it to show on my face, since I am to be someone and something that is to confuse others with my wit and charm. I am always quick to confuse someone when I am angry, mostly so I can get a good laugh from them and also so a bit of magic to cause something to happen to them while I am in their presence. If I don’t like a person, I do the same to become amused at their own angry and irritation. I have been known to do such a thing to a elder rider if they annoy me to much. Humans and elves, are much easier to mess with then dragons and their riders, since those two are always bonded and dragons are much harder to confuse and annoy, well… Maybe a few are more easily annoyed. But humans due tend to be a bit curious and follow anything that seems to interest them, which by far, is the best thing to see.

As you can see, I can be your best friend and still annoy the living mess out of you. I charm those male humans with ease, leading them on a wild goose chase for my own entertainment. My loyalty to those of the council is very strong, no matter how annoying some of the riders can be, I am still there to help them. I am never mean to anyone, unless you consider practical jokes and riddles something mean… I never harm anyone to the point of death, I leave that to the dragons and the riders who seem to have a bit more fun with them then I do.

Born to a crazy and different family, I will have to say…

It made me who I am today, which is by far, something most wished was not true about me… My mother was just like me, but I never knew my father. My mother had two others, which were my younger siblings, both which were a bit different. They did not care to trick people like I did and we normally got into brawls over it, but their anger was something I enjoyed seeing more, since it gave me some form of entertainment, but confusing them was out of the question. As we grew bigger, I found that my brother and sister hated the way I toyed with the human’s over out home land and also the way my mother did, but once we were hunting on our own, she left us, so it did not matter what she did. I enjoyed the company of things that were actually smart enough to hold a conversation with. My brother and sister went to the town to teach and to help, while I just enjoyed toying with the people, which normally meant I joined them on their days in the village as their pet tiger. I hated being the Pet, it was annoying and really something I wanted to go crazy over. It was during one of our discussions that my brother and I got into a fight over our disagreements.

We fought first in human form, but he was the first to change into a tiger that gave me the scar on my neck. His teeth racked over my neck before I could change and I was covered in blood after the fight was over. It was after this that they went their separate ways and I journeyed around our homeland, teasing and playing with the humans easily. Soon, I grew bored of them and during a walk in a large city, I boarded a merchant’s ship and headed to the port city of Teirm. Once I was there, I traveled around the city, looking at everything as I did so. The people here were different and I felt like I had found a new haven, a new set of people to mess with. I was ten at the time, but I looked to be the age I am now and I acted very mature. As I lived in the city for a little while, I found that the guards, which I learned belonged to the Broddering Kingdom, spoke of the people known as the elves and those known as the riders. At first I was confused, so I traveled to the land known as Ilirea, to found out it was a city state and possible the most beautiful I had seen in many years.

I moved across the city with ease and soon, started getting closer and closer to the riders without a problem. They were the people who rode dragons, a old creature who I seemed to find very enjoyable to be around. They were smart and the young ones were fun to mess with until they got older and smarter. I stuck around this place, learning all that I could of them and even journeyed to other places within the land to gain information for them, including the forest known as Du Weldenvarden. Many elves treated me decently, they knew I held magic and they seemed to enjoy my company, until I set my mind to tricking them. I met many high people and even came into contact with the Queen and her son one time. It was during a feast on some Holiday… I did not understand how the elves ate a diet of fruits and vegetables, so after the feast, I left my temporary home to hunt the large deer of the forest… But I respected them, and I stayed away from the cities. When I came to the elves, I had learned that only years prior that a war had broken out and the result lead to the Blue Divide. Dragon riders rarely came to the Foreest anymore, many stayed in the city-state of Ilirea or within’ the mountina region of the Spine.

I learned of many other things, like a creature known as the Urgal and another known as the Kull. I returned to Ilirea when I was fifteen and began to learn more of the creatures, taking in every book of the library and ever document. It did not take long for me to learn, since I had gained access to be among the council, I also had gained my own place to live, which was a small villa around some of the other dragon riders. I feasted alone while I was learning and even once asked a dragon rider to take me to the edge of the Boer Mountains… This was something new, but he and his dragon took me and stayed close until I had explored what I wanted to.

Now, that I am older… I travel the land for the riders, doing deeds for them and even learning more and more. I have on a few occasions gone to the city known as Carvala and hope to go into the castle one day to gain the trust of the King, mostly to get more information for the riders… It will also be nice to do the same with the Queen of the Elves and help the riders out yet again.

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[Nayeli]

I was given the name

Sullivan Grayson

Born on a warm spring morning

Forty Six Years Ago

To the Broddring Captial as a

Human Male

Trained to be a

Hunter, Scout, Follower of Nyx

Allied with the mighty

Nyx

Women once chased me around Kuasta…

And honestly, that did annoy me slightly, since I did not ever understand why. I was a normal boy and still consider myself as such a thing. I have two eyes, two ears, a nose, mouth, and skin… So what makes me so interesting in a woman’s eyes? I don’t consider myself good looking, but then again, I am humble as such, and I do no try to get attention, but maybe the lack of wanting it is something that they find fascinating about me. I wear normal clothes and I do not walk around shirtless like some men do, so what makes me special that I am chased or followed for hours? I don’t get it, but then again, I don’t understand girls either. But, I guess I should tell you what I look like and you can make that choice on your own… It still confuses me though…

Anyway, I have short gray hair, with a bit of dark hair, mostly dark brown on the top of my head. I keep it cut short, since I do not want to fool with long hair like many men I see. I normally keep the top of my head a bit longer then the sides and the sides are short and trimmed neatly. My eyes are a brown color, not too dark and not to light, but in my opinion just right. They do not seem to dark holes of nothing and do not seem to be staring into the very soul of a person, which kind of makes me cringe honestly. I have a average size nose, it is straight, a bit rounded at the tip, not too big and not to small… I do have some wrinkles on my face, mostly around my lips some, not much. I guess you can say I have small lips, or maybe average, I don’t know. I heard women talking about the size of peoples lips, but I don’t know. I don’t care to wear make up in them or anything. I guess I have a slight tan on my body, maybe a little on my face, since I do kind of go outside some, but I don’t know how much tan I have, I just know I have some of it. Again, I am no woman who flaunts everything.

I guess you can say I have a muscles figure, I do like to keep in shape and healthy. I have a muscles neck, not like scary muscles, but they are their. I have good muscles in my shoulders, back and arms, but I do not have a rock hard chest and stomach, I am not a body builder, I just keep in shape. I do not have any tattoos or stuff on my upper body and I do not try to flaunt anything. I do have some scars on the right part of my back and right shoulder, but nothing to think it still hurts me today, I will explain some that this later on when I speak about my early history. I am not scared to say I have strong muscles, but unlike ladies who enjoy flaunting their bodies for attention, I would rather cover my body and continue on my way. I normally wear a long sleeve tunic with maybe a leather vest over that, or a short sleeve tunic, both with are probably brown or black. I normally do not wear it skin tight, they are loose fitting and comfortable.

I guess my legs could also be considered muscles, but I don’t know, they are just worked out from walking everyday, all day and from my staying in shape. They are strong and pretty much normal, except for some scars like the ones on my back and shoulder. They are about the same looking, but again, I will get to that later on in my history. I guess there is not much about my lower body I can tell you, I’m a normal guy… I normally wear black or brown trousers, with a belt around my waist which also holds my sword and a dagger. I also have a pouch which cares the little to no money I have on me most the time. On my feet I normally wear a pair of good boots that are comfortable but you can tell they are not something I care to take care of.

If you are wondering, I do dress up sometimes, but only when I am told it is required. When I do dress up, I wear my best black shirt and pants and I make my hair look a little nicer. I wash up really good and make sure I look nice and if I am required to bring someone, I atleast try and find one of my lady friends around the city. I try and polish my weapons some, make them look good and also try and make my horse look good as well, which is easier compared to my getting ready. I hate trying to look nice, mostly because it feels like I am stepping into a different body and I don’t feel at peace with it. So, now that you know about me, can I please just be left alone to study in peace and try and become… Well… Spiritually gathered.

I use to be very outspoken and stubborn…

But times have changed me to be a bit quieter and not so stubborn. As a young child, I always wanted peace, but at the same time, I wanted my way at all times, my mother was always punishing me for my rudeness and my father was also forcing me to go hunting in order to learn patients. For years, I was forced to learn this and forced to calm down, which became something that I cherished about myself. As a man, I began to listen more, watch things and was constantly trying to make the right choice and I never wanted to get someone else in trouble. It was around this time on enlightenment I heard of the followings of Nyx. I wanted nothing more then to become a better person, to have understanding of myself and others. So, I grew older and started working towards that in my own town.

I had already learn patients and my listening was getting better, but even I was starting to get annoyed. Most of my annoyance came from the young boy in the town and the young lady, all which were my age. My mother was constantly telling me that I needed to start thinking about settling down with a girl, to get a family started before I was forced into the war and died. I despised the idea of war and I was yet ready to settle down. The girls in my home wanted to follow me, which many did and a few went to the point of following me while I was hunting, which ended in me going crazy and nearly cursing them all out, but luckily I was able to hold my tongue. I try not to get angry, but even I have my breaking points, which during my youthful years showed quickly around woman, along with my older years now. I knew I had to be able to tolerate people, if I was to do this Voyage and complete this journey.

As I grew older, my annoyance for woman had actually grown stronger, as their flaunting only irritates me and makes me want to slap them. Which is why I have not grown closer in my Journey, because my tolerance around women is not getting better. Some men have the same effect on me as well, the way the parade around acting all big and bad, the thought becomes more and more annoying and I just want to kill some of them for it. I don’t believe it is needed to parade around like that in order to get attention. I also have some cold emotions towards those who are said to work on Nyx, even though the people of the Kingdom worship her, she wants nothing of the sort, this much I will explain later in my history, so please, do not go crazy as to why I know these things. Those who are high and act like they are gods themselves make my skin crawl and my blood boil, such beings should be tossed to the Monsters of the seas and stay alive during the pain and agony of their death.

As you can see, I have not reached my full understanding of Nyx… Sure, my body is in good condition, I take good care of it and it is healthy, but my Emotions, Mind, And Spirit are still muddled all together. Soon I hope to be able to control my emotions so I can get closer to my goal of Understanding and betterment of myself. However, I am far from reaching my goal, which always troubles me. I try to keep worry away as well, but it seemed to show up when I do not want it or needed it. I work hard to better myself, to focus on what is important and what is needless, such as worry, but the worry always seems to cut through. I try and have a good sense of humor, but it never really comes off as how I want it to and I end up making a fool of myself, so I normally just keep my mouth shut.

I always try and stay determined and loyal to my mission and those I consider my friends. My family, though they are mostly gone besides my brothers who are serving in the Kingdom’s army, they did not support my want to become a better man and travel to The Tears of Leona, they mostly turned their back on me, but they did not understand why I wanted to be the way I am. I tried hard to help them understand, but I finally gave up and wished them a happy life. I missed them terrible, but I am at peace with them and I am still loyal to them and I still love them, which has helped me move on in my journey, even if it has been slow. I am not, however, blinded by those who I trust and those I care about, I know that everyone has evil within’ there hearts, or they are not perfect. I know I am not perfect and though I am loyal to them, I am not scared to point out their flaws, such as a few people who are part of the Hand.

Well, I think you know enough about my heart and soul, so I guess I should move on to tell you about my history… If you would like to see what made me the man I am today.

Born to a man and woman in Kuasta…

I guess I grew up in a rather good home and a simple life style. I was the second child in a family of three brothers. My mother was constantly in the house our around the small garden where she grew herbs and food. She was the town healer, she knew how to help everyone and make sure they were taken care of. My father, he was a good hunter and he normally took hunting parties out into the lower areas of the spine to hunt large game so that the whole town could eat well. I was a trouble maker back in my younger years, always wanting attention and always causing someone a headache. My mother constantly scolded me for being the way I was and my father soon took me hunting with him to teach me patients and tolerance, which paid off in the end. I started to mature as a young boy, even if I still wanted to have fun, I did not cause trouble as much as I once had. My older brother was five years older then me and he was constantly wanting attention from the girls in our town, which I found weird at both a young and older age. My younger brother of two years, thought it was weird also, until he grew to be a bit older and then both my siblings were trying to get attention, but for some strange reason, my want to be away from the woman drove them to want to follow me.

In my young teenage years I started hunting on my own some, I wanted to be able to show my parents I was ready to move out, that was held the maturity I needed to move out. It was during my first hunt that I met someone that I would never forget… Broddering was in a war with the elves and lucky for my family, we were far enough away to not be bothered to much by it. My brothers wanted to fight, but I wanted to find peace, I wanted to find understanding and I needed tolerances and patience. As I started tracking a large deer up the Spine, I saw someone stumbling through the woods of the Spine. I was slightly bewildered, but since I knew my pray was probably gone, I went to help the being, as I did, I saw it was a old elf. I was shocked, but I could not allow someone to just be left here, so I set up camp and made sure the old elf ate something. It was during that evening that he spoke to me of Nyx. He told me of the history, of the Voyage to become Better and have understanding… I began to listened intently. He said that the humans had messed so much up, that there was no point in him trying to help do anything… He was near the point of death. He looked at me, pointed his finger at me… ”You are strong… You hold many things that Nyx wants you to reveal.”

At first, I did not understand, but I slept on it that night, only to wake and find that the elf had died during the night. I covered him with anything I could find to hide his body from the others and went back to hunting, still thinking about all he said. I knew of Nyx a little, that many in the Kingdom went to the Tears of Leona if they wanted to be spiritual.

After this encounter, I wanted more, but it never happened, so my hunting and scouting skill became better, along with trying to better myself in tolerance and other things. It was during my seventeenth year that I found how dangerous things could be and how lucky I was during the time. My two brothers and I had been hunting on one of our many hunts together and did not know that we stumbled on a Wolf Den, out footsteps drawing closer to pups and also, a mother. I was closest, keeping my eye out for danger, but not thinking when I stepped right in front of the den and felt something grabbing my body. I yelled and fought my way and my brothers ran to my aid, only to find me bleeding and a dead mother wolf. I saw the two pups that were in there and had my brothers take them before they took my to the village. I had lost major amounts of blood and ended up waking a few days later in my small room. I was happy I was alive and lucky...

I thought it over during the next few years of my life and as my brothers started getting ready to go to war, I told my family I was not… I told them I did not want war, I wanted peace, understanding, betterment for the world. My father was disgraced by me, so I left during the night and ventured East towards the city. Upon arriving, I knew I needed a job, so I started working. I found out quickly that women here were just like those of Kuasta, flaunting their bodies to gain attention, such as one lady in particular that I saw during my first couple of months in Tears… Malandra Ramakrishna… I did not like the way she flaunted her body, saw her as a slight disgrace to the human world… I soon realized something was up about her, but I was not sure what it was.

I tried to ignore my dislike of her and many others in the city and soon started to work in the Cathedral. I was very understanding and listened to everything when people came before me. I tolerated as much as I could before I turned from someone, mostly giving a excuse that I was needed somewhere else. I mostly did that to self centered boys and girls of the city who came to me for guidance but still did not want to change their ways. As I got older and my hair grayed, my tolerance for them became better, but I am still slightly worried that it is not enough. The war ended and things seemed to quiet down some in the Kingdom, however, I knew things were just getting started. I felt something was wrong about those who were higher then I was, I felt that there were secrets and I wanted to know about them. I went to records, trying to find anything about the way Nyx was suppose to be, but I never found it, as if the elf’s words from my past were something that the humans did not want to show. I had to figure it out and I had to get closer in order to make sure I learned everything about anything.

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[Nayeli]

I was given the name
Anajazpoak' Pohazi'ar

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Born on a cold morning

One Hundred Years Ago in Year 883

To the Mountains as a

Dwarf Woman

Trained to be a

Smith

Allied with the mighty

Dwarf & Dûrgrimst Ingeitum

My father called me a beautiful woman…

Humph, that is merely a word. I have no time for such meanin’less compliments, I have a job to do! What, you want to know what I look like. Bah! Just leave me alone… You will if I tell you? Oh, for the sake of Helzvog, very well! I am a dwarf you lazhnark ataurk, I hope you can realize that much! I have red hair, like that of fire as well as blood. It reaches down below my shoulders and nearly to my bum, biut I keep it braided and from my face most the time. However, I do have shorter hair around my face, which as my mother says, frames it. Is that enough for you? No! Ah, you drive me mad! Can’t you just go away and leave me be? I have things to do! Fine, as long as you will leave me alone after this. I am fifty-two bloody inches, makin’ me slightly taller than my mother, barely allowing me to reach my father’s height of fifty-four inches. My skin is natural colored and most the time smudged with grim and dirt. I hold brown eyes that have a slightly reddish tone to them.

Okay, is that it? Can I please go now! WHAT! My clothes? Is that really needed? Oh my gosh! This is beyond stupid… I sound like a babblin’ idiot. Fine, you want to know what I wear? That is fine! Just bloody brilliant! Normally, I wear wool like clothin’ and either long sleeve or short sleeves. Beini a woman, I most the time wear dresses that go to my feet and I wear boots as well. And I guess if it is formal wear, I like to wear a dark brown dress with golden embroidery and nice dress boots. Other than that, nothin’ special at all.

Alright, I’m done here with your stupid questions. Get out of my way because this sword is beyond my help! Go on, Move!

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lazhnark ataurk(mewling idiot)

My mother said I was a blessing from Helzvog…

But aren’t we all blessings from the creator? Yes, I believe so, which doesn’t make me very special at all. Oh sure, I got my own way of doing things for meself and that is how I like it. I don’t want anyone tellin’ me what I have to do and what I can’t do. I ain’t very good being nice to people, I put my mind into my work and that is it. I don’t see the point in being nice unless they are buyin’ somethin’. So, get out of here if ya ain’t buyin’ anything. What? You want to ask more questions? Really? Look, you already messed up one damn sword, don’t do it again unless you want your freakin’ head cut off. Just a few? –sigh- Fine! Only a few more, but that is it. I’m pretty laid back most the time, I don’t mind havin’ a good time drinkin’ some mead with the boys. I got a soft spot for the young ladies, always wanting them to be on the right path and stand up for themselves. I ain’t one for fallin’ love. I’m too tough to fall in love, so don’t be courtin’ me. I got my own bridges to build and burn and I don’t need someone comin’ along with me. So, move on…

Being from a clan made up of great Smith’s, I take pride in my work. Don’t insult it unless you plan on fightin’. I don’t mind killin’ some low life beings because they hit my swords with a sour remark.

Born in the great mountains known as Boer…

I was born to the Dûrgrimst Ingeitum clan one hundred years ago to a blacksmith for a father and a craftswoman for a mother. I was the third out of five children, and one of the most outgoin’ ones. I had a drawin’ to the skills of blacksmithin’ and it was somethin’ I wanted to do for the rest of my life. After growin’ and learnin’ of the skills, I started workin’ with my father. I was not around during the ancient days of battles between my people and the beast known as dragons. I know that many dwarves died at the claws of these great beast, but I hold nothin’ against the creatures. We were native and they are as native as they come and it was somethin’ that was bound to happen.

After many years of learnin’ and becoming better, my father had me learn how to use the weapons to the point of mastery and I found myself enjoyin’ this. After learnin’ this skill, I took a pack animal and traveled from city to city in the great mountains, learnin’ how to better my skills as a blacksmith. I found out on one return to my home in Farthen Dûr, that I am related to the great blacksmith known as Fûthark, whom taught a elven smith how to work metal. It has forced me to want to travel to the great forest to meet this elf as it means she knew my family. I left again to learn more about my people and soon started takin’ tools with me to allow me to work on the road and started takin’ a wagon and workin’ from the field. I gain many followers and some wanted me to stay or continue to travel to city after city.

It was when I was fifty that I was contacted by someone of another city to tell me my father was ill with an unknown sickness. I rushed west to be by his side, but I didn’t make it in time. The great Helzvog took my father during his sleep and my siblings and I began figurin’ out how to split everything. My two sisters had become craftswoman and already engaged to become married and my two brother both wanted to work in the forge. We chose to all work in the forge and I stopped travelin’ from place to place.

Since then, I have worked there and never left. My dreams of leaving the great city gone due to my fate here.


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