Post by Miriel on Jan 4, 2010 21:12:06 GMT -5
Name of your Rider: Miriel Halden
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family Halden
Status: Rider
Dragon: Voronwer is male, with pure black scales. He is quite small. Son of Kirvae and Anelie.
Egg Code: N/A
Sword: Slytha is a long black sword with a wicked blade. It is designed for powerful slashes, usually from shoulder to shoulder diagonally, and thrusts. It is, in essence, a blade meant to kill, due to Miriel's own fighting style. It serves as more of a fighting blade than a show one, and while it is graceful, like all of the elvish swords, practicality had a bigger hand in the making than the appearance.
The Silver Hand: Right hand
The Discovery: Voronwer 's egg was pitch black, and it thrilled young Miriel to an extent that cannot be described in words. The black egg seemed to draw her, to pull her in, and she wanted nothing more than to fall, to lose herself in its darkness. At the same time, she was scared, because she knew there was something beneath that shell that could, and would, kill. She liked it even more for it. Walking slowly, she put her hand out to the egg, and felt beneath the shell something fast, frightening, and thrilling beyond belief. The sight of her dragon, Voronwer, made Miriel want to hug it and and to run away. However, she showed no fear at all-this dragon would be strong, she could see it, and so she had to be strong too. She put out a hand and touched one of his talons. Cute was not the word for this dragon, although she loved him more than she ever had thought possible. No, maybe 'cute' was the word for other dragons. But Voronwer was strong, and so was she-and together, they would be stronger than they could alone. After all of this, ten year old Miriel finally spoke. "Together, then." She whispered. "Together we will be strong."
Personality: To Miriel, being a Rider is all about being strong, together with Voronwer. She is incredibly bonded with the black dragon, and hates to be separated. From the very first day they told each other they'd be together forever, and so anything that separates them pushes on this, and threatens to break it. Miriel loves the thrill of the fight, and her sword, Slytha, demonstrates that. She also uses more emotions and pictures to communicate with Voronwer than many Riders, mostly because in a battle she doesn't have time to form words. However, she has a softer side too.
Before she met Voronwer, Miriel was very quiet. Her magic was mainly gentle, and she loves nature. She never spoke much, and the reason for her change is Voronwer. If he had not hatched for her, she would never have had the courage to do all the things a Rider does-that is why she loves fighting so much: because she would never bring herself to do much of the sort when she was alone. When not in battle she is a little quieter, although she carries herself in such a way that it seems like she is overflowing with both confidence and skill. She is one of the favorites of the Elders for her quick wits and sharp eyes, and even sharper attacks, and she enjoys it immensely.
Miriel is far from the sort that brags, but she also takes quiet pleasure in her accomplishments. She sees joy in the little things, and always pushes harder to train every single day, no matter what. Miriel works very hard to overcome her appearances, for humans assume that someone as small as she could not be a Rider. That annoys her very much, and her temper is something no one wants to mess with.
Miriel, however much she likes war, is very kind outside. Just like any other elf, she loves nature, and has an almost uncanny gentleness when she is in a garden or surrounded by flowers. She loves, laughs, cries tears of joy, and generally has fun. It's almost like she has two different lives-her battle side and her soft side. She is very empathetic, and can put herself in other's shoes easily. She loves to play with Voronwer, and some of her favorite things are flowers, jokes, and anything beautiful. She loves the gardens of Ellesmera, and spends a lot of time there when she is not training. To her, gardens and flowers take her away from the thoughts of her height, because she can see things in a garden that only someone who is four feet tall can see. Little things bring her joy, and she laughs often. She is not cruel at all, and would never hurt another Rider or dragon unless she had due cause. (NOTE: Slapping them while she is angry does not count).
Miriel's temper is the stuff of legends. While rather quiet and mild during times of peace, she can get angry. It takes a lot to push her over the edge, and the offending elf or dragon or foe will get due warning that they are going to far, but once she snaps all heck breaks loose. Miriel looses herself in a frenzy of anger, and not even Voronwer can bring her out. She doesn't think, just does. She has no restraint, as her conscious mind doesn't even work at this point. She reacts, and whether the offender was friend or foe she attacks. This got her into some trouble as an apprentice. However, when she is angry there is really not much to stop her. It's as if there is a delicate balance in her mind. Once that is disturbed, she can't go back at all.
After she is stopped, or calmed down, Miriel is usually horrified by what she did while she was upset. She doesn't speak, and looks away whenever someone tries to talk to her. Usually she goes to her rooms and shuts the door, not even letting Voronwer come in. She doesn't eat. She doesn't sleep. She just sits there, and who knows what she does. This continues for about a week. After that, she will come out of her room; she accepts food and visitors. However, she speaks only when spoken to, and then only when she is required to reply. After about a month she returns to her normal self, but she can never get it out of her mind. She has only lost her temper twice to anyone's knowledge-when she was an apprentice-and she is terrified of what might happen if she looses it again, now that she is a full Rider.
Appearance: Miriel is an extremely small elf, however, she prefers petite. Voronwer dwarfs her, of course, but she looks small even next to regular elves. She has waist-length white-blonde hair, and golden-yellow eyes. Her skin is a pale tan-not very white, but not dark either. Her lips are pale rose, and her frame is very delicate. She usually wears loose, dark clothes that do not emphasize her height or her frame, and keeps her hair pulled back with a silver chain that secures it sort of like a head band. The chain is decorated with little leaves and flowers. Miriel almost always has Slytha with her, and it is buckled across her back, rather than at her side, because she uses a regular sword despite her size. Usually she has some sort of flower on her, or leaf, most likely in the chain that secures her hair-it is easy to wrap a chain of blossoms around it as a decoration. Oddly though, one of her most prized possessions and something she usually wears to battle is a little blue teardrop-shaped stone that hangs from a silver chain in the center of her forehead. It really has no meaning, other than the fact that she used to practice magic with it when she was an apprentice and that she has stores of magic in it. On her hands and arms are tattoo decorations, just swirls and dots and decorations that really are not meant to be one thing specifically. Above her left eyebrow, below her left eye, and at the very far end of her eye (the side farthest from her nose) are three black dots, arranged in a triangle. The tattoos continue up her left arm, to her neck, all the way to her left temple, giving her an almost tribal look.
RP Example: Miriel smiled softly, and lifted the cherry-red bloom a little higher so she could see it better. "You are truly beautiful." She whispered, then let it return gently to its original position. Turning to the next bloom, she did the same thing, then straightened and looked around. It was so peaceful here, in this garden, with the bright colors around her and the beautiful fragrance of the flowers filling the air. She would see much of black during the next few days, and she would see a lot of red also.
Blood. Blood and Voronwer filled the day ahead, and the small elf could not pretend that she did not look forward to it. The warmth of her blue pendant pressing against her light skin comforted her, and the breath of her dragon urged her on, and the cries and shouts of her kin gave her strength. It was nothing like sparring. Slytha rippled from one foe to the next, and scarlet and crimson tinted the black blade. In sparring, she had promised not to hurt her opponent. In real war, well.
That was the whole objective.
((This is a purely nonsensical RP, I don't think this would happen much, but I wanted to get both sides of her in one post.))
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family Halden
Status: Rider
Dragon: Voronwer is male, with pure black scales. He is quite small. Son of Kirvae and Anelie.
Egg Code: N/A
Sword: Slytha is a long black sword with a wicked blade. It is designed for powerful slashes, usually from shoulder to shoulder diagonally, and thrusts. It is, in essence, a blade meant to kill, due to Miriel's own fighting style. It serves as more of a fighting blade than a show one, and while it is graceful, like all of the elvish swords, practicality had a bigger hand in the making than the appearance.
The Silver Hand: Right hand
The Discovery: Voronwer 's egg was pitch black, and it thrilled young Miriel to an extent that cannot be described in words. The black egg seemed to draw her, to pull her in, and she wanted nothing more than to fall, to lose herself in its darkness. At the same time, she was scared, because she knew there was something beneath that shell that could, and would, kill. She liked it even more for it. Walking slowly, she put her hand out to the egg, and felt beneath the shell something fast, frightening, and thrilling beyond belief. The sight of her dragon, Voronwer, made Miriel want to hug it and and to run away. However, she showed no fear at all-this dragon would be strong, she could see it, and so she had to be strong too. She put out a hand and touched one of his talons. Cute was not the word for this dragon, although she loved him more than she ever had thought possible. No, maybe 'cute' was the word for other dragons. But Voronwer was strong, and so was she-and together, they would be stronger than they could alone. After all of this, ten year old Miriel finally spoke. "Together, then." She whispered. "Together we will be strong."
Personality: To Miriel, being a Rider is all about being strong, together with Voronwer. She is incredibly bonded with the black dragon, and hates to be separated. From the very first day they told each other they'd be together forever, and so anything that separates them pushes on this, and threatens to break it. Miriel loves the thrill of the fight, and her sword, Slytha, demonstrates that. She also uses more emotions and pictures to communicate with Voronwer than many Riders, mostly because in a battle she doesn't have time to form words. However, she has a softer side too.
Before she met Voronwer, Miriel was very quiet. Her magic was mainly gentle, and she loves nature. She never spoke much, and the reason for her change is Voronwer. If he had not hatched for her, she would never have had the courage to do all the things a Rider does-that is why she loves fighting so much: because she would never bring herself to do much of the sort when she was alone. When not in battle she is a little quieter, although she carries herself in such a way that it seems like she is overflowing with both confidence and skill. She is one of the favorites of the Elders for her quick wits and sharp eyes, and even sharper attacks, and she enjoys it immensely.
Miriel is far from the sort that brags, but she also takes quiet pleasure in her accomplishments. She sees joy in the little things, and always pushes harder to train every single day, no matter what. Miriel works very hard to overcome her appearances, for humans assume that someone as small as she could not be a Rider. That annoys her very much, and her temper is something no one wants to mess with.
Miriel, however much she likes war, is very kind outside. Just like any other elf, she loves nature, and has an almost uncanny gentleness when she is in a garden or surrounded by flowers. She loves, laughs, cries tears of joy, and generally has fun. It's almost like she has two different lives-her battle side and her soft side. She is very empathetic, and can put herself in other's shoes easily. She loves to play with Voronwer, and some of her favorite things are flowers, jokes, and anything beautiful. She loves the gardens of Ellesmera, and spends a lot of time there when she is not training. To her, gardens and flowers take her away from the thoughts of her height, because she can see things in a garden that only someone who is four feet tall can see. Little things bring her joy, and she laughs often. She is not cruel at all, and would never hurt another Rider or dragon unless she had due cause. (NOTE: Slapping them while she is angry does not count).
Miriel's temper is the stuff of legends. While rather quiet and mild during times of peace, she can get angry. It takes a lot to push her over the edge, and the offending elf or dragon or foe will get due warning that they are going to far, but once she snaps all heck breaks loose. Miriel looses herself in a frenzy of anger, and not even Voronwer can bring her out. She doesn't think, just does. She has no restraint, as her conscious mind doesn't even work at this point. She reacts, and whether the offender was friend or foe she attacks. This got her into some trouble as an apprentice. However, when she is angry there is really not much to stop her. It's as if there is a delicate balance in her mind. Once that is disturbed, she can't go back at all.
After she is stopped, or calmed down, Miriel is usually horrified by what she did while she was upset. She doesn't speak, and looks away whenever someone tries to talk to her. Usually she goes to her rooms and shuts the door, not even letting Voronwer come in. She doesn't eat. She doesn't sleep. She just sits there, and who knows what she does. This continues for about a week. After that, she will come out of her room; she accepts food and visitors. However, she speaks only when spoken to, and then only when she is required to reply. After about a month she returns to her normal self, but she can never get it out of her mind. She has only lost her temper twice to anyone's knowledge-when she was an apprentice-and she is terrified of what might happen if she looses it again, now that she is a full Rider.
Appearance: Miriel is an extremely small elf, however, she prefers petite. Voronwer dwarfs her, of course, but she looks small even next to regular elves. She has waist-length white-blonde hair, and golden-yellow eyes. Her skin is a pale tan-not very white, but not dark either. Her lips are pale rose, and her frame is very delicate. She usually wears loose, dark clothes that do not emphasize her height or her frame, and keeps her hair pulled back with a silver chain that secures it sort of like a head band. The chain is decorated with little leaves and flowers. Miriel almost always has Slytha with her, and it is buckled across her back, rather than at her side, because she uses a regular sword despite her size. Usually she has some sort of flower on her, or leaf, most likely in the chain that secures her hair-it is easy to wrap a chain of blossoms around it as a decoration. Oddly though, one of her most prized possessions and something she usually wears to battle is a little blue teardrop-shaped stone that hangs from a silver chain in the center of her forehead. It really has no meaning, other than the fact that she used to practice magic with it when she was an apprentice and that she has stores of magic in it. On her hands and arms are tattoo decorations, just swirls and dots and decorations that really are not meant to be one thing specifically. Above her left eyebrow, below her left eye, and at the very far end of her eye (the side farthest from her nose) are three black dots, arranged in a triangle. The tattoos continue up her left arm, to her neck, all the way to her left temple, giving her an almost tribal look.
RP Example: Miriel smiled softly, and lifted the cherry-red bloom a little higher so she could see it better. "You are truly beautiful." She whispered, then let it return gently to its original position. Turning to the next bloom, she did the same thing, then straightened and looked around. It was so peaceful here, in this garden, with the bright colors around her and the beautiful fragrance of the flowers filling the air. She would see much of black during the next few days, and she would see a lot of red also.
Blood. Blood and Voronwer filled the day ahead, and the small elf could not pretend that she did not look forward to it. The warmth of her blue pendant pressing against her light skin comforted her, and the breath of her dragon urged her on, and the cries and shouts of her kin gave her strength. It was nothing like sparring. Slytha rippled from one foe to the next, and scarlet and crimson tinted the black blade. In sparring, she had promised not to hurt her opponent. In real war, well.
That was the whole objective.
((This is a purely nonsensical RP, I don't think this would happen much, but I wanted to get both sides of her in one post.))