Post by nohiki on Jan 3, 2010 18:10:22 GMT -5
Name:
Szhandris Dröttningu
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Family:
Dröttningu
Status:
Apprentice
Dragon:
Warran the Goldenscale, male, gold
Egg Code:
None
Sword:
None
The Silver Hand:
Left
The Discovery:
Szhandris trained from her early age. Her only dream for ages was to become partner with a dragon, even if she had to become rider as well, because dragons always fascinated her. That is why she couldn’t be happier when a golden egg hatched on her hand. She and her dragon were staring at each other for couple of minutes without a word spoken, and then the hatchling touched her hand with nose, leasing the gedwëy ignasia on her left hand. She was happy and frightened at one nime, but it felt great. She took him home when she tried to guess his name. They agreed on Warran.
Personality:
Szhandris is cold, dedicated and introverted. She is tough and innert to other people, only allowing few closest friends to know her. She feels really uncomfortable when more then 5 people are around, therefore she is avoiding all social activities if she can. Her favorite things to do are meditating, trainig or talking with her dragon. They often don’t need to say (or more like think) anything between themselves to know what to do. In fight, her closed personality allows her to not be distracted by taunting and stuff, powering on trough and keeping priorities. When wounded, she can play being tougher than she is, often managing to run from lost battle, but under serious health risk.
Appearance:
Szhandris is regular elf woman with white hair and skin. Her eyes are brown. She can be mostly seen in platemail, rather with plateskirt than legs. Her normal dres sis composed of leather trousers, white bluse, vest made out of tiger fur and a small silver tiara with big ruby in the front. She often wears it in battle, due to the gem being energy reservoir. If she can’t ovoid place where she needs to wear formal clothes, her choice is plain white dress and a hat decorated with flowers.
RP Example:
Szhandris was running out of time. Her magic lesson was begining soon and she still needed to do lot of stuff before she could go. Warran was sitting in the corner of the room, watching her running in circles trough the room. It took him a while, but then he realized that none of her moves was in vain. He couldn’t think of any way how to redukce numer of steps and turns to save more time. Finally, Szhandris vanished in her wardrobe and came out in her armor, with her bow hanged on her shoulder. „Ready to go?“ she asked Warran. He just nodded and they ran out of the house, climbed down the trunk of the tree and headed for the training ground.
The lesson was dizastrous. Not only that she was all tired, but she is still failing to remember the ancient languege. She almost caused a tornado while just simply trying to lift a rock using wind. Then she was beaten in the training fight. That wouldn’t bother her, but what did was the humiliation. She excelled in everything else than magic. Suddenly she felt pain in her stomach that made her kneel. „What is gong on?“ she cried, holding her belly. Warran, something is wrong, i need help! Auch! she sent a telepathic message to Warran, hoping she could reach him, before she fell on the ground in agony.
Szhandris Dröttningu
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Family:
Dröttningu
Status:
Apprentice
Dragon:
Warran the Goldenscale, male, gold
Egg Code:
None
Sword:
None
The Silver Hand:
Left
The Discovery:
Szhandris trained from her early age. Her only dream for ages was to become partner with a dragon, even if she had to become rider as well, because dragons always fascinated her. That is why she couldn’t be happier when a golden egg hatched on her hand. She and her dragon were staring at each other for couple of minutes without a word spoken, and then the hatchling touched her hand with nose, leasing the gedwëy ignasia on her left hand. She was happy and frightened at one nime, but it felt great. She took him home when she tried to guess his name. They agreed on Warran.
Personality:
Szhandris is cold, dedicated and introverted. She is tough and innert to other people, only allowing few closest friends to know her. She feels really uncomfortable when more then 5 people are around, therefore she is avoiding all social activities if she can. Her favorite things to do are meditating, trainig or talking with her dragon. They often don’t need to say (or more like think) anything between themselves to know what to do. In fight, her closed personality allows her to not be distracted by taunting and stuff, powering on trough and keeping priorities. When wounded, she can play being tougher than she is, often managing to run from lost battle, but under serious health risk.
Appearance:
Szhandris is regular elf woman with white hair and skin. Her eyes are brown. She can be mostly seen in platemail, rather with plateskirt than legs. Her normal dres sis composed of leather trousers, white bluse, vest made out of tiger fur and a small silver tiara with big ruby in the front. She often wears it in battle, due to the gem being energy reservoir. If she can’t ovoid place where she needs to wear formal clothes, her choice is plain white dress and a hat decorated with flowers.
RP Example:
Szhandris was running out of time. Her magic lesson was begining soon and she still needed to do lot of stuff before she could go. Warran was sitting in the corner of the room, watching her running in circles trough the room. It took him a while, but then he realized that none of her moves was in vain. He couldn’t think of any way how to redukce numer of steps and turns to save more time. Finally, Szhandris vanished in her wardrobe and came out in her armor, with her bow hanged on her shoulder. „Ready to go?“ she asked Warran. He just nodded and they ran out of the house, climbed down the trunk of the tree and headed for the training ground.
The lesson was dizastrous. Not only that she was all tired, but she is still failing to remember the ancient languege. She almost caused a tornado while just simply trying to lift a rock using wind. Then she was beaten in the training fight. That wouldn’t bother her, but what did was the humiliation. She excelled in everything else than magic. Suddenly she felt pain in her stomach that made her kneel. „What is gong on?“ she cried, holding her belly. Warran, something is wrong, i need help! Auch! she sent a telepathic message to Warran, hoping she could reach him, before she fell on the ground in agony.