Post by Warran™ on Jan 4, 2010 10:47:27 GMT -5
Ok, here comes my ride ;D
Name:
Warran the Goldenscale
Age:
8
Gender:
Male
Parents:
Mieko and Dradjelda
Status:
Apprentice
Rider:
Szhandris Dröttingu
Hatching:
When Szhandris’ hand took his egg, he felt extreme burst of strength and thought that if he stays in the egg one more sekond, he isn’t gong to make it. He crushed the egg and when he got look at Szhandris, he knew he has choosen well. He gave her his silver mark immediately, to express his loyality. He instinctivly recognized her personality and slowly inherited her life style of total exactness, becoming able to know what she want’s to do without the need of telling him.
Personality:
Calm and focused, strongly affected by his rider. He, however, doesn’t hesitate to find copany and enjoy himself instead of working over-time. Warran loves riddles and stuff when he needs to think, rather than figur, and h eis extremely fond of creation. When he was 5 years old, he started to make life-sized sculpture of his teacher and mentor, however his work was lost when an earthqueke hit the cliff he was shaping. Since then he is trying to find a way how to direct his dragon magic to repair the work. In battle, he and Szhandris often separate, each fighting his opposite when fighting another rider, but when it dones to facing normal army, they stay together and preffer rangem attacks.
Appearance:
He is four legged dragon with two wings joining the body above his front legs, with the wing-mambrane being spread between bone sof the wing, not touching the body. This allows him to get his wings closer to his body when diving or gliding, allowing him to reach higher speed and better maneuverability, but he loses altitude much faster than other dragons, making traveling at long distance much more exhausting, but he balances that with training. He has long, elfish ears, flame-red eyes and golden hair gong down his neck.He has three Paris of bone spikes growing back from the rest side of his head and his fangs are sticking out of his mouth. Top side of his body and his head is covered by scales, size varies by teh part of the body. His bottom half is covered with plate scales, and his tail is made out of ring-scales, ended in arrowhead shape.
RP Example:
Warran was sweating. He was focusing to repair his work again, but he couldn’t focus today. He wanted to continue, but suddenly he felt Szhandris being in pain. Warran… wrong, I… help! Aaaaaahh! he got part sof Szhandris’ message and suddenly there was nothing else. He quickly turned around and jumped to the air, leaving nothing but whirling dust. Where are you, talk to me! he tried to reach her, but there was no response. He quickly found Szhandris’ magic lector and asked him for help. When they found her, she was screaming in pain, convulsing on the ground. „Waíse heill!“ said her instructor, but to no effect. „Stay back!“ he said to Warran. He took a step back, even though he didn’t like the idea of leaving Szhandris. The instruktor started talking in Ancient langueage, and the air around neguj to swirl, when it suddenly stopped. Szhandris’ pain seemed to stop. He saw her lying on the ground, coughing, with tears falling from her eyes. Are you ok? What was that? he asked both Szhandris and the instructor. „Somebody cursed her. I had to take off the curse.“ Answered the instructor, his eyes connivenced, „But who? Anyway, you should try managing your time better. Maybe then you’ll understand magic and will be able to defend yourself.“ Enough already! thought Warran to them, running to Szhandris and picking her up, placing her on his back. You’ll be home in no time, dear. he told her and carried her home.
Name:
Warran the Goldenscale
Age:
8
Gender:
Male
Parents:
Mieko and Dradjelda
Status:
Apprentice
Rider:
Szhandris Dröttingu
Hatching:
When Szhandris’ hand took his egg, he felt extreme burst of strength and thought that if he stays in the egg one more sekond, he isn’t gong to make it. He crushed the egg and when he got look at Szhandris, he knew he has choosen well. He gave her his silver mark immediately, to express his loyality. He instinctivly recognized her personality and slowly inherited her life style of total exactness, becoming able to know what she want’s to do without the need of telling him.
Personality:
Calm and focused, strongly affected by his rider. He, however, doesn’t hesitate to find copany and enjoy himself instead of working over-time. Warran loves riddles and stuff when he needs to think, rather than figur, and h eis extremely fond of creation. When he was 5 years old, he started to make life-sized sculpture of his teacher and mentor, however his work was lost when an earthqueke hit the cliff he was shaping. Since then he is trying to find a way how to direct his dragon magic to repair the work. In battle, he and Szhandris often separate, each fighting his opposite when fighting another rider, but when it dones to facing normal army, they stay together and preffer rangem attacks.
Appearance:
He is four legged dragon with two wings joining the body above his front legs, with the wing-mambrane being spread between bone sof the wing, not touching the body. This allows him to get his wings closer to his body when diving or gliding, allowing him to reach higher speed and better maneuverability, but he loses altitude much faster than other dragons, making traveling at long distance much more exhausting, but he balances that with training. He has long, elfish ears, flame-red eyes and golden hair gong down his neck.He has three Paris of bone spikes growing back from the rest side of his head and his fangs are sticking out of his mouth. Top side of his body and his head is covered by scales, size varies by teh part of the body. His bottom half is covered with plate scales, and his tail is made out of ring-scales, ended in arrowhead shape.
RP Example:
Warran was sweating. He was focusing to repair his work again, but he couldn’t focus today. He wanted to continue, but suddenly he felt Szhandris being in pain. Warran… wrong, I… help! Aaaaaahh! he got part sof Szhandris’ message and suddenly there was nothing else. He quickly turned around and jumped to the air, leaving nothing but whirling dust. Where are you, talk to me! he tried to reach her, but there was no response. He quickly found Szhandris’ magic lector and asked him for help. When they found her, she was screaming in pain, convulsing on the ground. „Waíse heill!“ said her instructor, but to no effect. „Stay back!“ he said to Warran. He took a step back, even though he didn’t like the idea of leaving Szhandris. The instruktor started talking in Ancient langueage, and the air around neguj to swirl, when it suddenly stopped. Szhandris’ pain seemed to stop. He saw her lying on the ground, coughing, with tears falling from her eyes. Are you ok? What was that? he asked both Szhandris and the instructor. „Somebody cursed her. I had to take off the curse.“ Answered the instructor, his eyes connivenced, „But who? Anyway, you should try managing your time better. Maybe then you’ll understand magic and will be able to defend yourself.“ Enough already! thought Warran to them, running to Szhandris and picking her up, placing her on his back. You’ll be home in no time, dear. he told her and carried her home.