Post by Illario Ceranthor on Jan 2, 2010 23:26:30 GMT -5
Name: Illario Ceranthor
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Family: Ceranthor
Status: Apprentice
Dragon Blaze (male red)
The Silver Hand Right
The Discovery Illario had been an orphan elf living in the wild when the dragon eggs came. Like all of the elves, he touched each egg in hopes of it hatching. Fervently hoping that an egg would hatch for him, he came across a red egg. As soon as his hand fell upon it, the egg began to hatch. The waiting was the worst part of it. Illario was a nervous wreck at those moments. The red dragon that broke through the thick, hard shell, was the most beautiful thing that Illario had ever seen. Red as a fire, with ivory white claws. Illario examined every inch of his dragon, finding it perfect. He reached out to the dragon with his mind. Finding it hungry, he fed it some quickly made meat. Then, after finding his dragon was a male, Illario sought for a name for him. He and his dragon decided on Blaze. As was custom, Illario and Blaze were rushed to Vroengard immediately, to begin their lives together.
Personality: Kind, but hard. Loves the wild. Is loyal to a fault. Loses himself in magic, or swordplay. Is willing to do anything to accomplish a goal. Will never give up, under any circumstance. Illario learns quick, and has an insatiable thirst for knowledge. His magic is exceptional, and the strength of his mind causes animals to walk in his shadow. Illario has no patience for beings who say one thing but mean another. He speaks bluntly, and doesn't care what others think of him. This has led to many thinking he is cold. But it earns their respect, which is all Illario wants.
Appearance: Tall with black hair and even darker eyes. Illario has a nose that is reminiscent of a beak. He wears clothes that are plain, but practical. Leather
mainly. He holds himself with pride. He is compact, and strong. Illario never wears finery, they are merely nuisances. He is tan for an elf, from being in the sun whenever
an opportunity to do so presents itself. Despite his skill with a blade, he refuses to carry one until he is presented one. Until that day comes, he will fight with magic, and
staves. For that reason, he carries an oaken stave with him much of the time.
RP Example: Illario paused, waited for the attack, then ducked under the blade,
swinging his stave with all of the speed of a striking viper. The staff hit the elf on the
ribs with a crack that sounded like the boom of sudden thunder. As quickly as the
sparring had started, it was over. Illario paused to heal the fallen elf, and walked
away. His thoughts turned to Blaze. He was going through a growth spurt again. Which meant that Illario would need to make him another saddle soon. It would be good practice. Then his thoughts turned to the sword he would get after his apprenticeship. Illario had vowed not to use one except in practice until he had earned his Rider's blade. As he walked through the gardens of Vroengard, he came to Blaze. Without a word or thought Illario climbed into the saddle, and Blaze threw himself into the sky. They both seemed to feel an inexplicable heaviness on them. They flew until they found another Rider and his dragon, then they started an aerial mock battle. Both dragons were flying at full speed and closing just long enough to allow their riders to land a few battles. This is when Illario felt the most alive. This is what he had been born for. Andrenaline was rushing through his veins, and Blaze and him seemed to be one, as it should be...
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Family: Ceranthor
Status: Apprentice
Dragon Blaze (male red)
The Silver Hand Right
The Discovery Illario had been an orphan elf living in the wild when the dragon eggs came. Like all of the elves, he touched each egg in hopes of it hatching. Fervently hoping that an egg would hatch for him, he came across a red egg. As soon as his hand fell upon it, the egg began to hatch. The waiting was the worst part of it. Illario was a nervous wreck at those moments. The red dragon that broke through the thick, hard shell, was the most beautiful thing that Illario had ever seen. Red as a fire, with ivory white claws. Illario examined every inch of his dragon, finding it perfect. He reached out to the dragon with his mind. Finding it hungry, he fed it some quickly made meat. Then, after finding his dragon was a male, Illario sought for a name for him. He and his dragon decided on Blaze. As was custom, Illario and Blaze were rushed to Vroengard immediately, to begin their lives together.
Personality: Kind, but hard. Loves the wild. Is loyal to a fault. Loses himself in magic, or swordplay. Is willing to do anything to accomplish a goal. Will never give up, under any circumstance. Illario learns quick, and has an insatiable thirst for knowledge. His magic is exceptional, and the strength of his mind causes animals to walk in his shadow. Illario has no patience for beings who say one thing but mean another. He speaks bluntly, and doesn't care what others think of him. This has led to many thinking he is cold. But it earns their respect, which is all Illario wants.
Appearance: Tall with black hair and even darker eyes. Illario has a nose that is reminiscent of a beak. He wears clothes that are plain, but practical. Leather
mainly. He holds himself with pride. He is compact, and strong. Illario never wears finery, they are merely nuisances. He is tan for an elf, from being in the sun whenever
an opportunity to do so presents itself. Despite his skill with a blade, he refuses to carry one until he is presented one. Until that day comes, he will fight with magic, and
staves. For that reason, he carries an oaken stave with him much of the time.
RP Example: Illario paused, waited for the attack, then ducked under the blade,
swinging his stave with all of the speed of a striking viper. The staff hit the elf on the
ribs with a crack that sounded like the boom of sudden thunder. As quickly as the
sparring had started, it was over. Illario paused to heal the fallen elf, and walked
away. His thoughts turned to Blaze. He was going through a growth spurt again. Which meant that Illario would need to make him another saddle soon. It would be good practice. Then his thoughts turned to the sword he would get after his apprenticeship. Illario had vowed not to use one except in practice until he had earned his Rider's blade. As he walked through the gardens of Vroengard, he came to Blaze. Without a word or thought Illario climbed into the saddle, and Blaze threw himself into the sky. They both seemed to feel an inexplicable heaviness on them. They flew until they found another Rider and his dragon, then they started an aerial mock battle. Both dragons were flying at full speed and closing just long enough to allow their riders to land a few battles. This is when Illario felt the most alive. This is what he had been born for. Andrenaline was rushing through his veins, and Blaze and him seemed to be one, as it should be...
