Post by Aren Dröttningu on Jan 2, 2010 21:58:01 GMT -5
Name of your Rider: Aren Dröttningu
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Family Dröttningu
Status: Apprentice
Your Dragon: Jamr Blödhorúm is an 8 year old, dark, sapphire blue male dragon.
Egg Code: N/A
Sword: N/A
The Silver Hand: Right Hand
The Discovery: When Aren first touched the dark sapphire egg, he felt a pulse. He felt life and love right underneath his fingertips for the first time. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of cool, night air, then probed the stone with his mind. Something probed right back. Aren smiled, then opened his eyes to see the stone glowing a deep blue color. The pulse grew stronger and the probing dug deeper. Pain started creeping up Aren's leg and down his cheek, meeting in a circular motion on his right palm. He thought he was just imagining it at first, but when he looked down, he saw the same dark blue light glowing from a mark on his hand. Moments later, the egg burst open and egg shards flew in every which way. A burst of pain shot up through Aren's arm and the probing in his mind exploded into a wall of colors. The only thing he could feel was warmth coming from the dragon sitting in front of him.
Personality: Aren is outgoing, passionate, and understanding. He's easy to be friends with, as he is constantly having you laughing, and is hard to be enemies with, as he is constantly proving to you why he's such a great guy. He tells you what you need to hear, but is also there to hold you if what you need is not what you want.
He's passionate about love and Jamr and nature, and of course, his training. He's an amazing artist and can transfer his passion onto paper and into music. If ever you should receive a gift from Aren, I would keep it until the end of your days.
Aren sees the delicate features of life that most people don't. He sees the beautiful and unnoticed things in nature and also the beauty of a person's character. He understands a lot of things people don't, and thus, is always commenting on random things like the color of the sky or the pointyness of grass. Overall, Aren is a kind of odd person to be around, but at the end of the day, you leave knowing stuff and feelings stuff you've never felt before.
Appearance: Aren is light skinned but tan because of being outside all of the time. He has wavy black hair that rests a couple inches below his chin and a curl that curves across his forehead, but is usually tied back with a blue leather strip. His face is beautiful and masculine with a slender nose, slender lips, and a small chin. His body exaggerates his face, as it is slender as well. His muscles are pronounced and tanned and he is overall a fit, masculine, but beautiful, elf.
Aren's clothes are plain and rather boring. He wears loose tunics varying in color, day to day, and baggy, tan pants. His boots are brown leather and come up mid-shin. He also wears a multi-colored friendship bracelet that his younger sister made for him years before on his left wrist.
RP Example: Aren moved with precision as he swung the wooden stave at a pile of hay bales. He made a perfect connection with the end of the stave and the middle of the pile, and the hay bales went flying in all directions. Aren played a smile upon his lips, throwing the stave after the hay. A sudden dart of movement caught his attention and he ducked and rolled deeper into the horse stall. A marked arrow buried itself into the wood that had been behind Aren's head. Aren blinked a couple times then contacted Jamr.
I think I'm in a trouble.
You think?
I know, amazing right?
A black-clothed man entered the stall a moment later and Aren jumped to his feet. "Why are you attacking me?" The man notched another arrow onto his bow, then took aim, straight at Aren's torso. Aren blinked another couple of times, then flashed him a smile. "We can work this out. Even though I still have no idea who you are." The man pulled back even harder, his muscles straining underneath his clothes. "Okay, I'll take that as a no." Aren went to move when the man let loose the arrow...
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Family Dröttningu
Status: Apprentice
Your Dragon: Jamr Blödhorúm is an 8 year old, dark, sapphire blue male dragon.
Egg Code: N/A
Sword: N/A
The Silver Hand: Right Hand
The Discovery: When Aren first touched the dark sapphire egg, he felt a pulse. He felt life and love right underneath his fingertips for the first time. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of cool, night air, then probed the stone with his mind. Something probed right back. Aren smiled, then opened his eyes to see the stone glowing a deep blue color. The pulse grew stronger and the probing dug deeper. Pain started creeping up Aren's leg and down his cheek, meeting in a circular motion on his right palm. He thought he was just imagining it at first, but when he looked down, he saw the same dark blue light glowing from a mark on his hand. Moments later, the egg burst open and egg shards flew in every which way. A burst of pain shot up through Aren's arm and the probing in his mind exploded into a wall of colors. The only thing he could feel was warmth coming from the dragon sitting in front of him.
Personality: Aren is outgoing, passionate, and understanding. He's easy to be friends with, as he is constantly having you laughing, and is hard to be enemies with, as he is constantly proving to you why he's such a great guy. He tells you what you need to hear, but is also there to hold you if what you need is not what you want.
He's passionate about love and Jamr and nature, and of course, his training. He's an amazing artist and can transfer his passion onto paper and into music. If ever you should receive a gift from Aren, I would keep it until the end of your days.
Aren sees the delicate features of life that most people don't. He sees the beautiful and unnoticed things in nature and also the beauty of a person's character. He understands a lot of things people don't, and thus, is always commenting on random things like the color of the sky or the pointyness of grass. Overall, Aren is a kind of odd person to be around, but at the end of the day, you leave knowing stuff and feelings stuff you've never felt before.
Appearance: Aren is light skinned but tan because of being outside all of the time. He has wavy black hair that rests a couple inches below his chin and a curl that curves across his forehead, but is usually tied back with a blue leather strip. His face is beautiful and masculine with a slender nose, slender lips, and a small chin. His body exaggerates his face, as it is slender as well. His muscles are pronounced and tanned and he is overall a fit, masculine, but beautiful, elf.
Aren's clothes are plain and rather boring. He wears loose tunics varying in color, day to day, and baggy, tan pants. His boots are brown leather and come up mid-shin. He also wears a multi-colored friendship bracelet that his younger sister made for him years before on his left wrist.
RP Example: Aren moved with precision as he swung the wooden stave at a pile of hay bales. He made a perfect connection with the end of the stave and the middle of the pile, and the hay bales went flying in all directions. Aren played a smile upon his lips, throwing the stave after the hay. A sudden dart of movement caught his attention and he ducked and rolled deeper into the horse stall. A marked arrow buried itself into the wood that had been behind Aren's head. Aren blinked a couple times then contacted Jamr.
I think I'm in a trouble.
You think?
I know, amazing right?
A black-clothed man entered the stall a moment later and Aren jumped to his feet. "Why are you attacking me?" The man notched another arrow onto his bow, then took aim, straight at Aren's torso. Aren blinked another couple of times, then flashed him a smile. "We can work this out. Even though I still have no idea who you are." The man pulled back even harder, his muscles straining underneath his clothes. "Okay, I'll take that as a no." Aren went to move when the man let loose the arrow...