Post by Jamr Blödhorúm on Jan 4, 2010 23:04:26 GMT -5
Name of your Dragon: Jamr Blödhorúm
Age: 8 years old
Gender: Male
Parents Shaiel and Parven
Status: Apprentice
Rider: Aren Dröttningu
The Hatching: When Jamr first felt Aren touch his egg, he gave out a pulse. His heart warmed when he felt something probing his mind. Knowing it was his Rider, Jamr opened his mind, then, curious, probed right back at his Rider's. Jamr felt like glowing at the contact. Jamr continued probing at Aren's mind, watching his thoughts with infant curiousity. Jamr began shifting in his egg, cracking it. Moments later, the egg burst open and egg shards flew in every which way. He rolled out awkwardly, looking up to see his Rider. Jamr began humming, touching Aren with his head. He had found his home.
Personality: Jamr is both calming and loving. When Aren is worked up about something that doesn’t matter much, Jamr is there to tell him that it doesn't matter, even if the results are sleeping outside of the house for many days. He jokes around when Aren is down and needs it, and is understanding when needed. It is as if he is whatever he is needed to be. He is smart and quick to learn, both morally and defensively. He has a strong morale fiber, and good instincts, one being to protect Aren at all costs. He is a wee bit flirty, but nothing serious.
Appearance: Jamr has a dark sapphire that looks almost black. His scales don't shine like other dragons'; they glimmer, instead. This makes it easier for him to camouflage in forest and mountains. You can barely see him at nighttime. He has two cheek spikes, straight horns, though one is slightly crooked, and four forehead spines. He is a sturdy dragon, with muscles rippling throughout his body. His eyes are navy blue, and he has no armor.
RP Example:
Jamr smiled, a toothy grin, as he flew above the island of Vroengard, headquarters of the Dragon Riders. The island was beautiful, and the scent of the big-salt-water was refreshing, a bug difference from the wooded smell of Du Weldenvarden. Jamr took a deep breath, then thrusted into a complicated series of flight techniques. The sun gleamed off his scales, which gave off a dim, yet shiny reflection because of his nearly black coloring. His sapphire blue jewels had brought up many times since he and Aren had arrived in Doru Araeba. He was proud of it to say the least. Most dragons, except for the black ones, of course, had bright scales. He figured his were to his advantage; he could hide more easily in the woods and mountains, and hardly be seen while gliding through the night.
He made a large circle around the middle of the island, and then landed in the small clearing right before the fortress. He nodded to another Dragon as he passed, sniffing curiously at the ground. He could pick out Aren's scent easily from the others, but it wasn't very fresh.
Sighing, he decided to explore some more before he found his Rider. However, he did not take flight again, but headed off towards the pools that surrounded Vroengard. He heard one of the Elders say that some of them were filled with rock that grew. The proper name for it was coral, but he was still curious, and he hadn't heard of curiosity killing the dragon yet.
Age: 8 years old
Gender: Male
Parents Shaiel and Parven
Status: Apprentice
Rider: Aren Dröttningu
The Hatching: When Jamr first felt Aren touch his egg, he gave out a pulse. His heart warmed when he felt something probing his mind. Knowing it was his Rider, Jamr opened his mind, then, curious, probed right back at his Rider's. Jamr felt like glowing at the contact. Jamr continued probing at Aren's mind, watching his thoughts with infant curiousity. Jamr began shifting in his egg, cracking it. Moments later, the egg burst open and egg shards flew in every which way. He rolled out awkwardly, looking up to see his Rider. Jamr began humming, touching Aren with his head. He had found his home.
Personality: Jamr is both calming and loving. When Aren is worked up about something that doesn’t matter much, Jamr is there to tell him that it doesn't matter, even if the results are sleeping outside of the house for many days. He jokes around when Aren is down and needs it, and is understanding when needed. It is as if he is whatever he is needed to be. He is smart and quick to learn, both morally and defensively. He has a strong morale fiber, and good instincts, one being to protect Aren at all costs. He is a wee bit flirty, but nothing serious.
Appearance: Jamr has a dark sapphire that looks almost black. His scales don't shine like other dragons'; they glimmer, instead. This makes it easier for him to camouflage in forest and mountains. You can barely see him at nighttime. He has two cheek spikes, straight horns, though one is slightly crooked, and four forehead spines. He is a sturdy dragon, with muscles rippling throughout his body. His eyes are navy blue, and he has no armor.
RP Example:
Jamr smiled, a toothy grin, as he flew above the island of Vroengard, headquarters of the Dragon Riders. The island was beautiful, and the scent of the big-salt-water was refreshing, a bug difference from the wooded smell of Du Weldenvarden. Jamr took a deep breath, then thrusted into a complicated series of flight techniques. The sun gleamed off his scales, which gave off a dim, yet shiny reflection because of his nearly black coloring. His sapphire blue jewels had brought up many times since he and Aren had arrived in Doru Araeba. He was proud of it to say the least. Most dragons, except for the black ones, of course, had bright scales. He figured his were to his advantage; he could hide more easily in the woods and mountains, and hardly be seen while gliding through the night.
He made a large circle around the middle of the island, and then landed in the small clearing right before the fortress. He nodded to another Dragon as he passed, sniffing curiously at the ground. He could pick out Aren's scent easily from the others, but it wasn't very fresh.
Sighing, he decided to explore some more before he found his Rider. However, he did not take flight again, but headed off towards the pools that surrounded Vroengard. He heard one of the Elders say that some of them were filled with rock that grew. The proper name for it was coral, but he was still curious, and he hadn't heard of curiosity killing the dragon yet.