Post by Flynda on Jan 15, 2010 21:50:43 GMT -5
DONEEE!!!
Name of your Dragon: Flynda Lounasdaughter
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Parents Louna Wrensdaughter {mother} and Keare Jorblursson {father}
Status: Apprentice Dragon
Rider: Maërina Könungr
The Hatching: Flynda's first memory is of being inside her egg, and feeling a wierd power around her. It entered her mind in a rainbow, and streake through for a fraction of a second. She later found out that that was the unknown elf that had transported her magically to this place, where she found her partner-in-mind. She could sense her approaching. She knew that this was her calling. Her muse. As the hand touched her golden shell, she felt a surge of joy. Who was this person, that had so joyously brought this strange sense of meaning into her world? She started cracking out of what had been her home for 4,278 years. She felt the hand lift, and wondered why. As she slowely cracked out of her shell, she looked at her partner-in-mind. Nothing else mattered. All she cared about was that she was safe, and that she would never leave her. I am Flynda. she thought in the girls mind.
Personality: I think sarcasm is the most prominent feature in her personality. Some might say otherwise, but Flynda is very witty (others might say *rude*) and isn't afraid of speaking her mind. But thats not always a good thing. She is pretty easy going, and doesn't judge people straight away. She treats other dragon with the respect they deserve... Often in weird jokes, that the other dragon doesn't always see as *respectful*.
In battle, Flynda is like any apprentice dragon, and is eager to fight. She doesent think much of her actions except when she gets punished for them. She goes into another kind of trance whens shes fighting, and the only thing that matters is her and her rider are safe and that the foe is defeated. If that is accomplished, shes as happy as a clam.
Appearance: Flyda has golden scales, pure gold in most places, and almost whit on her belly. She has spikes all the way down her back, and 2 long horns on her head. Her eyes are a startling green, and always look as if she know a secret that you don't and is laughing because you don't know. Yep. Those eyes say alot. She has no amour, because she hasn't actually met the dwarfs yet, and doesn't really know what to expect. Her legs are stocky and muscled, and she can kick through 2 brick walls in a row.
RP Example:
Feeling the wind in her scales, seeing the hills and rivers flash before her eyes... Ahh there was nothing like flying alone over the flat-plains-with-hills. Although she did love her rider very much, everyone needs some alone time now and then. Flynda saw a small-dragon-with-feathers flying along side her. As soon as they met eyes the feathered dragon flew into a frenzy. 'It's scared of me' Flynda realized with amusement. 'It's scared of me and yet it hasn't even begun to get to know me!' She laughed and th shear silliness of it all.
She forgot about the strange creature and cleared her mind of everything in preparation for a loop. There was nothing better than a good loop. As she flew, she let out a mighty roar, letting creatures know everywhere that she was the queen of the plains, and no-one could talk badly of her. She didn't really have a sense of time in that thick head of hers, but she could sense that it was time to head back. She sighed and started to fly in the direction of her partner-in-mind.
Name of your Dragon: Flynda Lounasdaughter
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Parents Louna Wrensdaughter {mother} and Keare Jorblursson {father}
Status: Apprentice Dragon
Rider: Maërina Könungr
The Hatching: Flynda's first memory is of being inside her egg, and feeling a wierd power around her. It entered her mind in a rainbow, and streake through for a fraction of a second. She later found out that that was the unknown elf that had transported her magically to this place, where she found her partner-in-mind. She could sense her approaching. She knew that this was her calling. Her muse. As the hand touched her golden shell, she felt a surge of joy. Who was this person, that had so joyously brought this strange sense of meaning into her world? She started cracking out of what had been her home for 4,278 years. She felt the hand lift, and wondered why. As she slowely cracked out of her shell, she looked at her partner-in-mind. Nothing else mattered. All she cared about was that she was safe, and that she would never leave her. I am Flynda. she thought in the girls mind.
Personality: I think sarcasm is the most prominent feature in her personality. Some might say otherwise, but Flynda is very witty (others might say *rude*) and isn't afraid of speaking her mind. But thats not always a good thing. She is pretty easy going, and doesn't judge people straight away. She treats other dragon with the respect they deserve... Often in weird jokes, that the other dragon doesn't always see as *respectful*.
In battle, Flynda is like any apprentice dragon, and is eager to fight. She doesent think much of her actions except when she gets punished for them. She goes into another kind of trance whens shes fighting, and the only thing that matters is her and her rider are safe and that the foe is defeated. If that is accomplished, shes as happy as a clam.
Appearance: Flyda has golden scales, pure gold in most places, and almost whit on her belly. She has spikes all the way down her back, and 2 long horns on her head. Her eyes are a startling green, and always look as if she know a secret that you don't and is laughing because you don't know. Yep. Those eyes say alot. She has no amour, because she hasn't actually met the dwarfs yet, and doesn't really know what to expect. Her legs are stocky and muscled, and she can kick through 2 brick walls in a row.
RP Example:
Feeling the wind in her scales, seeing the hills and rivers flash before her eyes... Ahh there was nothing like flying alone over the flat-plains-with-hills. Although she did love her rider very much, everyone needs some alone time now and then. Flynda saw a small-dragon-with-feathers flying along side her. As soon as they met eyes the feathered dragon flew into a frenzy. 'It's scared of me' Flynda realized with amusement. 'It's scared of me and yet it hasn't even begun to get to know me!' She laughed and th shear silliness of it all.
She forgot about the strange creature and cleared her mind of everything in preparation for a loop. There was nothing better than a good loop. As she flew, she let out a mighty roar, letting creatures know everywhere that she was the queen of the plains, and no-one could talk badly of her. She didn't really have a sense of time in that thick head of hers, but she could sense that it was time to head back. She sighed and started to fly in the direction of her partner-in-mind.