Post by trinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:50:12 GMT -5
Your user name: Trinn
Phrase needed in application: Du Sundaver Freohr
Character name: Maryn Elwin
Race: Human Dragon Rider
Gender: Female
Age: 18
allegiance: Varden
Appearance: Maryn sports long black hair that falls in waves just to her shoulders. She has no bangs, but keeps them swiped to the side and fastened in the back. Her garb consists of dark colored tunics, blacks, deep purples, blues, and grays. Leggings of usualy black adorn her long, muscular legs. She wears knee high, gray leather boots. Her eyes are a light, emotional gray. Her body is slim, but muscled.
Home: Narda
Clothing: Her garb consists of dark colored tunics, blacks, deep purples, blues, and grays. Leggings of usualy black adorn her long, muscular legs. She wears knee high, gray leather boots.
Preferred weapons: Two swords passed down in her family. One is a green riders sword once wielded by a rider. It's name is Mor'ranr. The other is a long sword forged by the man who married the wielder of Mor'ranr. This blades name is Andlat. She wears Mor'ranr on her back, and Andlat at her waist.
Skills: Maryn is very atheltic. She excells in acrobatics and dual sword fighting. She can read, swim, and write.
Weakness: Maryn is a very serious person. As such, she has a hard time making friends. In fact, she lived alone in Narda, with no company. She cannot wield many other weapons besides swords, as she has had no instructors, and never had the desire to learn. Is afraid of tight spaces.
Personality/traits/Habits: Maryn is a serious person, but that does not mean she is mean. Rather, she is just not very giggly or light hearted like most people. She takes a situation and examines it from all angles, and beleives that to solve a problem, you need to think of the solution rather than focus your energy on only the problem. She trains with both of her weapons daily, and has a habit of dreaming of her rider ancestors. She is always fair, not quick to judge, and open minded.
Pet: N/A
Brief History: Maryn's ancestors originated in Narda. They were riders who then lived in Surda, with the Varden. However, after a while they moved back to the small ocean town, where they lived with all their children. After time, their offspring grew less and less, until only Maryn could represent them. She was raised by two parents who were enlisted in the Varden. They had to leave when she was eight to fight against the new threat that rose after Galbatorix. An angent of the varden was sent to watch over her. A month later, Maryn recieved a letter that her parents had been killed. Deeply sadened by the news, she kept to her room for sometime. Eventually, she also recieved the two swords that belonged to her great ancestors. The Varden angent who had been sent to watch over her decided to train her in the art of dual swordsmanship, which she excelled in. He also taught her acrobatics. When Maryn reached the age of sixteen, the man had to leave, as she was now old enough to take care of herself. He was the only friend Maryn had ever really had, and she was reluctant to have him leave. A few months later, the varden sent her a letter saying that he too had perished in the fight. This almost caused Maryn to enter into a deep depression, but she prevailed, and now lives through life somberly. However, at seventeen she received another letter that stated she should come to the varden. With nothing better to do, and eager to aid the varden, she set off to Surda. Eventually she made it. Once there, she was shown four dragon eggs. As in all things, Maryn did not show excitement at their appearance, even though the four eggs were beautiful and inspiring. Her eyes were the only thing to tell that she actually was excited. As she walked among them, one egg did hatch for her. It was a deep purple color, almost black. The small dragon was eventually named Morna, as it turned out to be female. Now, almost a year later, Maryn rides with Morna, who is as serious as herself.
Role Play sample: Maryn gazed at the four dragon eggs perched upon pedestals, her gray eyes taking them in with excitment. Of course, her facial features did not shift, but remained somber. Yet her eyes lit up, and if one knew her enough, they would know that for the first time in a while, Maryn was feeling something more than just dull hopelesness. The eggs caused a flicker of hope, of life, to stirr within the young woman. "Go ahead miss. Touch them all and we shall see if being a rider is in your future." She looked at the man who had spoken. He was older, his hair just turning gray. Nodding to him, Maryn approached the four eggs. At her touch, the first one did nothing. It remained a cold, hard shell. The second one was the same. Yet at the third one, her touch brought a tremble from it. This time, her eyebrows rose in alarm. The rocking grew more fierce from the deep purple egg, until finally a chip was broken from it. The shaking continued until the egg was demolished, and instead a small hatchling lay collapsed on the pedestal, exahusted from it's breakthrough. She looked behind her shoulder at the man who had brought her here. He nodded to her, his own face bright with excitement. Reaching out, Maryn touched the dragon hatchling's small, scaly head. A burst of pain travled through her fingers, past her arm, to her heart, and finally to her head. She gasped in surprise at the sensation, stumbling back a few steps. After a moment, the tingling faded, and upon her right palm lay the gedwey ignasia. Behind her, the man spoke.
"Welcome, Rider Maryn."
Phrase needed in application: Du Sundaver Freohr
Character name: Maryn Elwin
Race: Human Dragon Rider
Gender: Female
Age: 18
allegiance: Varden
Appearance: Maryn sports long black hair that falls in waves just to her shoulders. She has no bangs, but keeps them swiped to the side and fastened in the back. Her garb consists of dark colored tunics, blacks, deep purples, blues, and grays. Leggings of usualy black adorn her long, muscular legs. She wears knee high, gray leather boots. Her eyes are a light, emotional gray. Her body is slim, but muscled.
Home: Narda
Clothing: Her garb consists of dark colored tunics, blacks, deep purples, blues, and grays. Leggings of usualy black adorn her long, muscular legs. She wears knee high, gray leather boots.
Preferred weapons: Two swords passed down in her family. One is a green riders sword once wielded by a rider. It's name is Mor'ranr. The other is a long sword forged by the man who married the wielder of Mor'ranr. This blades name is Andlat. She wears Mor'ranr on her back, and Andlat at her waist.
Skills: Maryn is very atheltic. She excells in acrobatics and dual sword fighting. She can read, swim, and write.
Weakness: Maryn is a very serious person. As such, she has a hard time making friends. In fact, she lived alone in Narda, with no company. She cannot wield many other weapons besides swords, as she has had no instructors, and never had the desire to learn. Is afraid of tight spaces.
Personality/traits/Habits: Maryn is a serious person, but that does not mean she is mean. Rather, she is just not very giggly or light hearted like most people. She takes a situation and examines it from all angles, and beleives that to solve a problem, you need to think of the solution rather than focus your energy on only the problem. She trains with both of her weapons daily, and has a habit of dreaming of her rider ancestors. She is always fair, not quick to judge, and open minded.
Pet: N/A
Brief History: Maryn's ancestors originated in Narda. They were riders who then lived in Surda, with the Varden. However, after a while they moved back to the small ocean town, where they lived with all their children. After time, their offspring grew less and less, until only Maryn could represent them. She was raised by two parents who were enlisted in the Varden. They had to leave when she was eight to fight against the new threat that rose after Galbatorix. An angent of the varden was sent to watch over her. A month later, Maryn recieved a letter that her parents had been killed. Deeply sadened by the news, she kept to her room for sometime. Eventually, she also recieved the two swords that belonged to her great ancestors. The Varden angent who had been sent to watch over her decided to train her in the art of dual swordsmanship, which she excelled in. He also taught her acrobatics. When Maryn reached the age of sixteen, the man had to leave, as she was now old enough to take care of herself. He was the only friend Maryn had ever really had, and she was reluctant to have him leave. A few months later, the varden sent her a letter saying that he too had perished in the fight. This almost caused Maryn to enter into a deep depression, but she prevailed, and now lives through life somberly. However, at seventeen she received another letter that stated she should come to the varden. With nothing better to do, and eager to aid the varden, she set off to Surda. Eventually she made it. Once there, she was shown four dragon eggs. As in all things, Maryn did not show excitement at their appearance, even though the four eggs were beautiful and inspiring. Her eyes were the only thing to tell that she actually was excited. As she walked among them, one egg did hatch for her. It was a deep purple color, almost black. The small dragon was eventually named Morna, as it turned out to be female. Now, almost a year later, Maryn rides with Morna, who is as serious as herself.
Role Play sample: Maryn gazed at the four dragon eggs perched upon pedestals, her gray eyes taking them in with excitment. Of course, her facial features did not shift, but remained somber. Yet her eyes lit up, and if one knew her enough, they would know that for the first time in a while, Maryn was feeling something more than just dull hopelesness. The eggs caused a flicker of hope, of life, to stirr within the young woman. "Go ahead miss. Touch them all and we shall see if being a rider is in your future." She looked at the man who had spoken. He was older, his hair just turning gray. Nodding to him, Maryn approached the four eggs. At her touch, the first one did nothing. It remained a cold, hard shell. The second one was the same. Yet at the third one, her touch brought a tremble from it. This time, her eyebrows rose in alarm. The rocking grew more fierce from the deep purple egg, until finally a chip was broken from it. The shaking continued until the egg was demolished, and instead a small hatchling lay collapsed on the pedestal, exahusted from it's breakthrough. She looked behind her shoulder at the man who had brought her here. He nodded to her, his own face bright with excitement. Reaching out, Maryn touched the dragon hatchling's small, scaly head. A burst of pain travled through her fingers, past her arm, to her heart, and finally to her head. She gasped in surprise at the sensation, stumbling back a few steps. After a moment, the tingling faded, and upon her right palm lay the gedwey ignasia. Behind her, the man spoke.
"Welcome, Rider Maryn."