Post by Arandur on Jan 10, 2010 14:43:29 GMT -5
Name of your Rider: Arandur Halden
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Family Halden
Status: Elder-he teaches Maerina and ______
Dragon: M'tachi-a medium, male silver dragon, parents Ajelto and Hana, about forty two years old.
Egg Code: N/A
Sword: Arandur's sword is name Deloi, or earth. The blade is silver, but the handle is done so that it looks as if silver vines are wrapping around the hilt. It is made for more show than anything else, as Arandur prefers magic to his sword, but Deloi was built for honorable fighting-more sparring than anything else-so it was built for practically anything.
The Silver Hand: Left
The Discovery: Arandur was young-ten years old-when he met M'tachi. He had loved the stories about the dragons and Riders and was in awe of them any time that he saw them. However, even then Arandur's magic was very strong. He was a tall boy, and very muscular, with high endurance. So, when he saw M'tachi's egg, there was nothing that he wanted to do more than to tear it open and free his dragon. However, young Arandur knew that without trial, his dragon could never grow strong, so he forced himself to sit on his heels and wait until the silver dragon had hatched on his own. Arandur himself felt like it was a trial, because the love he felt for his dragon at that point had never been stronger, and the need to help M'tachi had never been more urgent. But the young Arandur forced himself to wait until M'tachi hatched. He tried all the traditional dragon names, but M'tachi rejected every one. The one that his dragon chose, no one had heard before, and so Arandur felt that there must be something special about his dragon. Indeed, M'tachi was a very poised and regal dragon even seconds after hatching. Arandur knew then that that was his fate: to be M'tachi's Rider and to protect the elves from whatever evil might come to Alagaesia.
Personality: Arandur is like a father to his apprentices. He is rather kind, and loving, and gets very attached to them. However, he doesn't show it. He is almost always rather gruff, and demands the best from his students. Over the years, he has stuck with the philosophy that he had as a child: without trial, you will never get better. So he often has his apprentice(s) spar with him, complete long sessions of working with magic, and sets tests for them to make sure they are progressing. He is very dedicated to making sure that all of his apprentices are strong, and so M'tachi take their dragons out for hours and hours for stunts and flying techniques, because, as M'tachi says, If one is not strong, then neither will be. Arandur concurs.
Arandur has sharp eyes. They see almost everything that happens regarding his apprentices, and rarely miss anything. It is thought that he has a network of information started, so that all the Elders know exactly what's happening to their apprentices at any given moment, but that's just a rumor. He is the sort to inspire rumors-no one knows the reason behind his left arm, and no one knows how good he really is with both sword and magic, for he keeps himself quietly restrained while fighting with his apprentices. He doesn't break a sweat easily, and breezes through the sword techniques and magic skills without much apparent effort. Deloi is light in his hand, and he never ground himself while fighting.
As gruff as Arandur may be, the truth is that he does care about his apprentices. After they have been working for a long time, he always seems to have drinks ready, or a meal, or something for them. Although he never says it outright, Arandur slips away for mere moments at a time to prepare the sweets for his apprentices. If anything were to happen to one of them, he's not sure what he would do. He would probably never forget it, and blame himself for not teaching them enough to protect themselves. The only time he shows much tenderness to anyone or anything is when someone is injured or when he is alone in a garden. Then he sings very softly to the flowers, for he loves their comforting aromas, but makes sure that no one ever sees.
Appearance: Arandur is still young for an elder, and so he is still quite attractive. He has long, waist length raven hair and his skin is a warm golden color-not white, but not brown either. His eyes are grey, almost silver, and they are like those of an eagle-if one of his apprentices is doing something wrong, he knows about it sooner of later, whether from M'tachi or one of the other elders or apprentices. It seems like he is always looking into other elves or dragons, rather than at them. He is very tall-six foot six-and is almost completely a normal elf. However, there is a light blue fur that covers his entire left arm and creeps up towards his neck and chin where it fades off. Instead of fingernails on that hand, he has sharp claw-like things that look like they came from some animal. However, this doesn't affect him in any way for three reasons: 1, because he only uses his right hand to fight with his sword, 2, because he does magic with his left hand, and 3, because he always wears a cloak that covers his left arm completely. Usually, Arandur is dressed in very light traveling clothes and a black cloak. He keeps his head held high, and always looks like he could burst out any moment and go on some long journey far away.
RP Example: Arandur watched his apprentices from a few yards away, and a faint smile touched his lips. They were doing so well. It was wonderful. Slowly, he started to back up, not wanting to let them know that he was leaving. But the moment he was out of sight the elder ran up to a nearby hill where there were three small glasses of tea. The lavender scent that rose from the teapot made him smile, and Arandur picked up the set gently, walking back to where his apprentices were still working.
They hadn't noticed that he was gone. So, setting down the tea tray silently, Arandur walked to where they were sparring. "That's good." All tenderness left his tone, and it now was gruff and harsh. However, as much as he tried to hide it, there was little bit of pride in his voice. "Take a break. Call your dragons." His sentences were short and sharp, but were almost drowned out by the rush of air as M'tachi came spiraling down from high above. Landing with a thump, the silver dragon looked around, his gaze settling on Arandur.
About time, too. He huffed indignantly. I thought you were going to try and skip lunch!
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Family Halden
Status: Elder-he teaches Maerina and ______
Dragon: M'tachi-a medium, male silver dragon, parents Ajelto and Hana, about forty two years old.
Egg Code: N/A
Sword: Arandur's sword is name Deloi, or earth. The blade is silver, but the handle is done so that it looks as if silver vines are wrapping around the hilt. It is made for more show than anything else, as Arandur prefers magic to his sword, but Deloi was built for honorable fighting-more sparring than anything else-so it was built for practically anything.
The Silver Hand: Left
The Discovery: Arandur was young-ten years old-when he met M'tachi. He had loved the stories about the dragons and Riders and was in awe of them any time that he saw them. However, even then Arandur's magic was very strong. He was a tall boy, and very muscular, with high endurance. So, when he saw M'tachi's egg, there was nothing that he wanted to do more than to tear it open and free his dragon. However, young Arandur knew that without trial, his dragon could never grow strong, so he forced himself to sit on his heels and wait until the silver dragon had hatched on his own. Arandur himself felt like it was a trial, because the love he felt for his dragon at that point had never been stronger, and the need to help M'tachi had never been more urgent. But the young Arandur forced himself to wait until M'tachi hatched. He tried all the traditional dragon names, but M'tachi rejected every one. The one that his dragon chose, no one had heard before, and so Arandur felt that there must be something special about his dragon. Indeed, M'tachi was a very poised and regal dragon even seconds after hatching. Arandur knew then that that was his fate: to be M'tachi's Rider and to protect the elves from whatever evil might come to Alagaesia.
Personality: Arandur is like a father to his apprentices. He is rather kind, and loving, and gets very attached to them. However, he doesn't show it. He is almost always rather gruff, and demands the best from his students. Over the years, he has stuck with the philosophy that he had as a child: without trial, you will never get better. So he often has his apprentice(s) spar with him, complete long sessions of working with magic, and sets tests for them to make sure they are progressing. He is very dedicated to making sure that all of his apprentices are strong, and so M'tachi take their dragons out for hours and hours for stunts and flying techniques, because, as M'tachi says, If one is not strong, then neither will be. Arandur concurs.
Arandur has sharp eyes. They see almost everything that happens regarding his apprentices, and rarely miss anything. It is thought that he has a network of information started, so that all the Elders know exactly what's happening to their apprentices at any given moment, but that's just a rumor. He is the sort to inspire rumors-no one knows the reason behind his left arm, and no one knows how good he really is with both sword and magic, for he keeps himself quietly restrained while fighting with his apprentices. He doesn't break a sweat easily, and breezes through the sword techniques and magic skills without much apparent effort. Deloi is light in his hand, and he never ground himself while fighting.
As gruff as Arandur may be, the truth is that he does care about his apprentices. After they have been working for a long time, he always seems to have drinks ready, or a meal, or something for them. Although he never says it outright, Arandur slips away for mere moments at a time to prepare the sweets for his apprentices. If anything were to happen to one of them, he's not sure what he would do. He would probably never forget it, and blame himself for not teaching them enough to protect themselves. The only time he shows much tenderness to anyone or anything is when someone is injured or when he is alone in a garden. Then he sings very softly to the flowers, for he loves their comforting aromas, but makes sure that no one ever sees.
Appearance: Arandur is still young for an elder, and so he is still quite attractive. He has long, waist length raven hair and his skin is a warm golden color-not white, but not brown either. His eyes are grey, almost silver, and they are like those of an eagle-if one of his apprentices is doing something wrong, he knows about it sooner of later, whether from M'tachi or one of the other elders or apprentices. It seems like he is always looking into other elves or dragons, rather than at them. He is very tall-six foot six-and is almost completely a normal elf. However, there is a light blue fur that covers his entire left arm and creeps up towards his neck and chin where it fades off. Instead of fingernails on that hand, he has sharp claw-like things that look like they came from some animal. However, this doesn't affect him in any way for three reasons: 1, because he only uses his right hand to fight with his sword, 2, because he does magic with his left hand, and 3, because he always wears a cloak that covers his left arm completely. Usually, Arandur is dressed in very light traveling clothes and a black cloak. He keeps his head held high, and always looks like he could burst out any moment and go on some long journey far away.
RP Example: Arandur watched his apprentices from a few yards away, and a faint smile touched his lips. They were doing so well. It was wonderful. Slowly, he started to back up, not wanting to let them know that he was leaving. But the moment he was out of sight the elder ran up to a nearby hill where there were three small glasses of tea. The lavender scent that rose from the teapot made him smile, and Arandur picked up the set gently, walking back to where his apprentices were still working.
They hadn't noticed that he was gone. So, setting down the tea tray silently, Arandur walked to where they were sparring. "That's good." All tenderness left his tone, and it now was gruff and harsh. However, as much as he tried to hide it, there was little bit of pride in his voice. "Take a break. Call your dragons." His sentences were short and sharp, but were almost drowned out by the rush of air as M'tachi came spiraling down from high above. Landing with a thump, the silver dragon looked around, his gaze settling on Arandur.
About time, too. He huffed indignantly. I thought you were going to try and skip lunch!