Post by Jeriah on Jan 4, 2010 13:00:20 GMT -5
Name of your Rider: Jeriah Ládin
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Family: Ladin
Status: Whether your Rider is a(n): Apprentice
Dragon: Oranthor, male, orange (or amber)
Egg Code: N/A.
Sword: N/A
The Silver Hand: right
The Discovery: Jeriah was shocked and delighted when nearly a year ago an orange dragon egg hatched for her. For her it was the beginning of a wonderous journey, though she does not yet realize the responsibility and dangers of it. She loved him from the moment he hatched and instantly knew what she wanted to name him: Oranthor. It was a play on the words "orange" and "anthor." Out of this has grown a strong, loving relationship, though Jeriah sometimes thinks Oranthor is a bit too protective of her.
Personality: Jeriah is a sweet girl who is full of love and life. She cares about everyone she meets, sometimes to a fault. She is very carefree and almost never considers the danger of a situation. She would feed or clothe the most vile of men and will forgive nearly any wrong done to her. She loves to sing and dance, and has one of the strangest and most wonderful magical abilities when she does these activities.
Despite her carefree nature, she is also loyal. She will do almost anything to protect the ones she loves. She is even willing to lay down her life for them.
Appearance: She is about 5'4", a little plump, with dark blonde curls that reach a little past her shoulders and sky blue eyes. She often wears colorful elven tunics, whatever color suits her fancy, though if for some reason she's on the run, she wears tight pants and a shirt. Her natural sweetness is displayed on her expression and in her manners. She looks vulnerable in many ways, though with Oranthor, she is far from that.
RP Example: Jeriah smiled to herself. She was home with her family for the day. Oranthor was out hunting, but he would be back soon. To tell the truth, she was quite relieved, even though she was a little sad. Her dragon always seemed to worry about her and rarely let to do anything enjoyable.
She glanced back into her home for an half a second before she stepped out into the woods. She was alone; there was no reason to hide or be embarrassed. It was just her and the trees and the woodland creatures.
She stood in the center of a clearing and felt for her magic. The instant she found it, she began to sing. Softly at first, but then louder. And as she sang, she danced. Her movements matched her singing perfectly. Her singing was among the most beautiful things that could be heard, but she tried to only sing to herself when possible.
She sang about behing home with her family. She sang about Oranthor. She sang about her love for life and people.
She danced, twirling, leaping, slow graceful movements, each one perfect for her song. She never misstepped. She never lost her balance.
And all around her the forest joined in. Birds sang a harmony. Trees swayed with her movements. Her magic affected the land, the plants, the creatures, even the air itself. At this moment, this clearing was in perfect harmony, with nothing out of line.
Jeriah's song finished. Her movements slowed to a lovely stop. Birds quieted, the trees ceased moving. But the magic remained long afterward.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Family: Ladin
Status: Whether your Rider is a(n): Apprentice
Dragon: Oranthor, male, orange (or amber)
Egg Code: N/A.
Sword: N/A
The Silver Hand: right
The Discovery: Jeriah was shocked and delighted when nearly a year ago an orange dragon egg hatched for her. For her it was the beginning of a wonderous journey, though she does not yet realize the responsibility and dangers of it. She loved him from the moment he hatched and instantly knew what she wanted to name him: Oranthor. It was a play on the words "orange" and "anthor." Out of this has grown a strong, loving relationship, though Jeriah sometimes thinks Oranthor is a bit too protective of her.
Personality: Jeriah is a sweet girl who is full of love and life. She cares about everyone she meets, sometimes to a fault. She is very carefree and almost never considers the danger of a situation. She would feed or clothe the most vile of men and will forgive nearly any wrong done to her. She loves to sing and dance, and has one of the strangest and most wonderful magical abilities when she does these activities.
Despite her carefree nature, she is also loyal. She will do almost anything to protect the ones she loves. She is even willing to lay down her life for them.
Appearance: She is about 5'4", a little plump, with dark blonde curls that reach a little past her shoulders and sky blue eyes. She often wears colorful elven tunics, whatever color suits her fancy, though if for some reason she's on the run, she wears tight pants and a shirt. Her natural sweetness is displayed on her expression and in her manners. She looks vulnerable in many ways, though with Oranthor, she is far from that.
RP Example: Jeriah smiled to herself. She was home with her family for the day. Oranthor was out hunting, but he would be back soon. To tell the truth, she was quite relieved, even though she was a little sad. Her dragon always seemed to worry about her and rarely let to do anything enjoyable.
She glanced back into her home for an half a second before she stepped out into the woods. She was alone; there was no reason to hide or be embarrassed. It was just her and the trees and the woodland creatures.
She stood in the center of a clearing and felt for her magic. The instant she found it, she began to sing. Softly at first, but then louder. And as she sang, she danced. Her movements matched her singing perfectly. Her singing was among the most beautiful things that could be heard, but she tried to only sing to herself when possible.
She sang about behing home with her family. She sang about Oranthor. She sang about her love for life and people.
She danced, twirling, leaping, slow graceful movements, each one perfect for her song. She never misstepped. She never lost her balance.
And all around her the forest joined in. Birds sang a harmony. Trees swayed with her movements. Her magic affected the land, the plants, the creatures, even the air itself. At this moment, this clearing was in perfect harmony, with nothing out of line.
Jeriah's song finished. Her movements slowed to a lovely stop. Birds quieted, the trees ceased moving. But the magic remained long afterward.
