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Old 01-02-2009, 05:17 AM
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Default Re: Dragon Riders: Impending Doom (An Eragon RP)

Name: Roan

Race: Elf

Age: 105

Gender: Male

Description: http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h9...ime/pirate.jpg (Without bandana)

Personality: Roan is strong minded, brave, and dislikes much violence. He loves nature and dislikes those that destroy it for not needed use. He dislikes violence but would go into battle for his loved ones and friend. Every since the hatching of his dragon, Brand, hatched. It has changed from a more concealed to open. He'll now open his mind easily to those he trusts. Though changed, he is still a quiet elf.

History: Roan was born to two eolves 105 years ago, during the time before Galbatorix fall to Eragon. During his childhood he was isolated from his peers by his father who had taught him several things. He taought him several things but the most useful had been fighting. He had taught him to fight with and without weapons. His mother meanwhile taught him how to sing certain object, mostly flowers and plants, for one of his birthdays she sung him a beatiful yew bow. From there, his love of nature blossomed.

He spent less time with his father learning to fight and to protect, and more time with nature. His father would scold him, and then give him a staff and pick up a staff himself, sparring, pointing out Roan's weaknesses. Roan started to improve on them and when he learned of Galbatorix's fall, rejoiced. For many a years he waited off on trying a dragon egg and then he went. He had touched several until he touched and black egg which he felt pulse with power. Then, the dragon hatched, a beatiful midnight black with small yellow horns and yellow belly. The room rejoiced and he was soon thrown into apprenticeship with Eragon son of Brom, where he named the male dragon Brand.

Description of Sword: A medium lengthed steel blade that is slightly curved, allowing for easier slashes. The crossguard is of medium size and can defend his hand decently. In it's pomel is a small ruby which he has stored a small amount of energy in.

Other weapon: A bow sung from a yew tree.

RP Sample: Roan sat among the trees, his yew bow held in front of him, the string notched with an arrow. Sopme Urgals had not liked joining the Varden and had left, and well, he had found some. It was a small crowd of four, two of which were knull. He gulped, the knot in his throat clearing as his blonde hair clung to the back of his neck. He released the string, the arrow lodging itself in the egg of the weakest Urgal. [iercing it's eye and going for the brain, instantly killing it. THe other Urgals roared and pulled out axes, fidning the tree Roan hid in, knocking it over with the axes and their horns. He yelped and jumped back, pulling his curved blade from it's sheath and placing the bow back on his back. The howled and rushed forward, ignoring that he was an elf.

He sidestepped the first Urgal with ease and jumped over the Knull, laughing at the stupidness. He turned and delivered a strong, twin handed blow to the Urgal's back along the spine, exposing the bone. It turned and backhanded him, throwing him back. He caught himself on a tree and moved forward, the enraged group charging. He moved to the weakened Urgal side and slashed again, breaking its spine, imobilizing it. The two Knull charged at him but one disappeared, the other looking on in confusion.

[I]"Brand! THank you much my friend!"[I]

[I]Think nothing of it young one.[I]

Roan turned and saw the Knull in front of him, and pulled an arrow from it place on his back and stabbed the Knull in the shoulder, causing it to rear back and punch at him. He sidestepped and brought down his blade upon it's unprotected head. He panted, and looked around, dragging the body into a pile. Brand landed and shook his head, blowing fire onto the mound of bodies. Roan climbed upon his back and they took off, leaving the clearing after dousing the fire with water from a nearby river.

Name of your dragon: Brand

Description of dragon: http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/c...wut/dragon.jpg

Personality of dragon: When Brand had first been hatched he was impish, and loved to play. Soon he matured, his thoughts becoming more wise and confident. Along with that change, he also changed his rider, hiving him confidence as well. He, also like Roan, likes nature and dislikes it being harmed.

Other: (Anything else you left out)
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Old 01-03-2009, 12:46 AM
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Name: Rork (a.k.a. Bearkiller) Gertsson

Race: Human

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Description:(minus the coat, shorter hair, and the pants aren't torn up) He stands about 5'7, very muscled, crystal blue eyes, usually has a blue cloak on.

Personality: He is very intelligent and caring. He will help those who need it and he always tries to do the right thing. However, if he is in extreme danger, immense pain, or gets mad enough, he becomes a berserker and will just attack anything or anyone that seems dangerous or tries to interfere with him.

History:He grew up in Therinsford. His parents never completely agreed on what he needed to learn. His father, Gert, had him learn many skills and some crafts growing up. Being from a wealthy family, his teachers were the best in the region. He learned sword fighting, archery, horse riding, and smithing. His mother, took him to see plays, concerts, and art galleries. They both agreed that he needed to learn so they had him tutored by scholars every night.

Once he turned 11 he started choosing what he wanted to learn and do. He continued his lessons in sword fighting and archery, and kept learning from scholars every night. He began studying other cultures, languages, fighting styles, and even the mythology and history of the other races. He learned a great many things about the elves and even had a magician teach him how to sheild and attack with his mind. During one of these lessons he discovered that he had some magical ability. He could do little else than lift a small rock or light a candle at first but it was enough to convince the magician that he should teach Rork.

At the age of 14 he heard that a bear was eating the some of the cattle near its territory. Instead of listening to his father about hiring some hunters to kill the bear he set out to kill it. One of his friends and fellow student to his swordmaster, Kanz, came with him. They went into the forest and there Rork fought with the bear. During the fight, the bear knocked Rork's sword away and forced Rork to fight with his knife. Kanz tried to save Rork but was overpowered and was scarred on his arm, back, and lost the last two fingers on his hand. Rork used the opportunity to jump on the bear and slit its throat. That day he earned his title "Bearkiller" but because Kanz was injured soo badly he vowed to never use unneccesary violence again.

Years later, on his 18th birthday, Murtagh passed through Therinsford and saw potential in Rork. He told him that he was looking for new Riders. Rork said that he was very interested and came with Murtagh to meet Eragon. When he was presented with an egg it hatched and his new partner Turg came out.

Description of Sword: http://www.freewebs.com/norstar1/100-7X90.jpg It is a human sword that he had adorned with a blood-red ruby once Turg hatched.

Other weapon: http://www.zbrushcentral.com/zbc/att...chmentid=51645 A elven bow that he had made for him 2 weeks after Turg hatched. It was sung for him from a yew tree and it cost him enough gold to feed a large family very well for many years.

RP Sample: 4 years after Fisrt Contact/the start of The War at Home
Seth looked down at his gun and realized that it was empty. He swore and reloaded as a new group of Hulms started unloading on his team. He heard an assault rifle next to him and knew that Ray was already firing on the new enemies. Frank had already taken out two of their snipers and was already loking for another. He saw a streak of fire and knew that Joe had the armor covered. Seth decided that he better start getting some kills or he'd lose todays bet and lose his cigarette rations for the week.

An hour later they had finally made it to the town square. The last of the Hulm had set up a crude barricade of cars and a bus. All Seth's eam had to do was to hold their attention long enough for Ken's team to flank them. And that plan had already failed. Ken's group was pinned down and taking fire. Now they had orders to take the Hulms out and it was up to Joe and Frank to start the show. At his signal Frank took out the Chief Hulm and Joe blew a big, smoking hole in their defenses. Seth and Ray charged the Hulm after the rocket blew up and Seth had no choice but to smirk at how Ken was cursing and trying to get his men to return fire while they had the chance. Joe just out right laughed over the comm. Apparantly they could here it for a pretty good distance.

15 minutes later: As they policed the dead Seth surveyed their losses. Ken's group had one dead and a corporal named Jenkins got caught in the ear. From what he was saying, his girlfriend is gonna kill him. Ray managed to get a nice big scar down his arm. He was gonna be out for a few weeks. But at least they got the job done. The Hulm defeated, the city retaken, all in one day. Fast operations, minumal collateral, maxium effectiveness. Thats what the Phantom Corp. was about. But Seth got the feeling that this war was just beginning.

Name of your dragon: Turgoth (Turg to most)

Description of dragon: http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/f...by_Tarjcia.jpg

Personality of dragon: While he was young he was wild and forced Rork to calm his temper in order to deal with him, but now he has calmed down. He thinks logically most of the time. This helps Rork to have a opinion that is unclouded by emotion and allegiances. He is loyal only to a select few people besides Rork, but Rork's thoughts and feelings are the most important andthe only ones he cares about.

Other: Since his mother died, Turg is the only one who can stop Rork when he goes berserk.

This will be my EVENTUAL Rider's blade http://blades4you.com/oscommerce2/ca...ages/FM453.jpg (minus the daggers coming out)

Long Live Eragon Bromsson!
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Old 01-04-2009, 10:53 PM
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Name: Roan

Race: Elf

Age: 105

Gender: Male

Description: http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h9...ime/pirate.jpg (Without bandana)

Personality: Roan is strong minded, brave, and dislikes much violence. He loves nature and dislikes those that destroy it for not needed use. He dislikes violence but would go into battle for his loved ones and friend. Every since the hatching of his dragon, Brand, hatched. It has changed from a more concealed to open. He'll now open his mind easily to those he trusts. Though changed, he is still a quiet elf.

History: Roan was born to two eolves 105 years ago, during the time before Galbatorix fall to Eragon. During his childhood he was isolated from his peers by his father who had taught him several things. He taought him several things but the most useful had been fighting. He had taught him to fight with and without weapons. His mother meanwhile taught him how to sing certain object, mostly flowers and plants, for one of his birthdays she sung him a beatiful yew bow. From there, his love of nature blossomed.

He spent less time with his father learning to fight and to protect, and more time with nature. His father would scold him, and then give him a staff and pick up a staff himself, sparring, pointing out Roan's weaknesses. Roan started to improve on them and when he learned of Galbatorix's fall, rejoiced. For many a years he waited off on trying a dragon egg and then he went. He had touched several until he touched and black egg which he felt pulse with power. Then, the dragon hatched, a beatiful midnight black with small yellow horns and yellow belly. The room rejoiced and he was soon thrown into apprenticeship with Eragon son of Brom, where he named the male dragon Brand.

Description of Sword: A medium lengthed steel blade that is slightly curved, allowing for easier slashes. The crossguard is of medium size and can defend his hand decently. In it's pomel is a small ruby which he has stored a small amount of energy in.

Other weapon: A bow sung from a yew tree.

RP Sample: Roan sat among the trees, his yew bow held in front of him, the string notched with an arrow. Sopme Urgals had not liked joining the Varden and had left, and well, he had found some. It was a small crowd of four, two of which were knull. He gulped, the knot in his throat clearing as his blonde hair clung to the back of his neck. He released the string, the arrow lodging itself in the egg of the weakest Urgal. [iercing it's eye and going for the brain, instantly killing it. THe other Urgals roared and pulled out axes, fidning the tree Roan hid in, knocking it over with the axes and their horns. He yelped and jumped back, pulling his curved blade from it's sheath and placing the bow back on his back. The howled and rushed forward, ignoring that he was an elf.

He sidestepped the first Urgal with ease and jumped over the Knull, laughing at the stupidness. He turned and delivered a strong, twin handed blow to the Urgal's back along the spine, exposing the bone. It turned and backhanded him, throwing him back. He caught himself on a tree and moved forward, the enraged group charging. He moved to the weakened Urgal side and slashed again, breaking its spine, imobilizing it. The two Knull charged at him but one disappeared, the other looking on in confusion.

[I]"Brand! THank you much my friend!"[I]

[I]Think nothing of it young one.[I]

Roan turned and saw the Knull in front of him, and pulled an arrow from it place on his back and stabbed the Knull in the shoulder, causing it to rear back and punch at him. He sidestepped and brought down his blade upon it's unprotected head. He panted, and looked around, dragging the body into a pile. Brand landed and shook his head, blowing fire onto the mound of bodies. Roan climbed upon his back and they took off, leaving the clearing after dousing the fire with water from a nearby river.

Name of your dragon: Brand

Description of dragon: http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/c...wut/dragon.jpg

Personality of dragon: When Brand had first been hatched he was impish, and loved to play. Soon he matured, his thoughts becoming more wise and confident. Along with that change, he also changed his rider, hiving him confidence as well. He, also like Roan, likes nature and dislikes it being harmed.

Other: (Anything else you left out)
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Name: Rork (a.k.a. Bearkiller) Gertsson

Race: Human

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Description:(minus the coat, shorter hair, and the pants aren't torn up) He stands about 5'7, very muscled, crystal blue eyes, usually has a blue cloak on.

Personality: He is very intelligent and caring. He will help those who need it and he always tries to do the right thing. However, if he is in extreme danger, immense pain, or gets mad enough, he becomes a berserker and will just attack anything or anyone that seems dangerous or tries to interfere with him.

History:He grew up in Therinsford. His parents never completely agreed on what he needed to learn. His father, Gert, had him learn many skills and some crafts growing up. Being from a wealthy family, his teachers were the best in the region. He learned sword fighting, archery, horse riding, and smithing. His mother, took him to see plays, concerts, and art galleries. They both agreed that he needed to learn so they had him tutored by scholars every night.

Once he turned 11 he started choosing what he wanted to learn and do. He continued his lessons in sword fighting and archery, and kept learning from scholars every night. He began studying other cultures, languages, fighting styles, and even the mythology and history of the other races. He learned a great many things about the elves and even had a magician teach him how to sheild and attack with his mind. During one of these lessons he discovered that he had some magical ability. He could do little else than lift a small rock or light a candle at first but it was enough to convince the magician that he should teach Rork.

At the age of 14 he heard that a bear was eating the some of the cattle near its territory. Instead of listening to his father about hiring some hunters to kill the bear he set out to kill it. One of his friends and fellow student to his swordmaster, Kanz, came with him. They went into the forest and there Rork fought with the bear. During the fight, the bear knocked Rork's sword away and forced Rork to fight with his knife. Kanz tried to save Rork but was overpowered and was scarred on his arm, back, and lost the last two fingers on his hand. Rork used the opportunity to jump on the bear and slit its throat. That day he earned his title "Bearkiller" but because Kanz was injured soo badly he vowed to never use unneccesary violence again.

Years later, on his 18th birthday, Murtagh passed through Therinsford and saw potential in Rork. He told him that he was looking for new Riders. Rork said that he was very interested and came with Murtagh to meet Eragon. When he was presented with an egg it hatched and his new partner Turg came out.

Description of Sword: http://www.freewebs.com/norstar1/100-7X90.jpg It is a human sword that he had adorned with a blood-red ruby once Turg hatched.

Other weapon: http://www.zbrushcentral.com/zbc/att...chmentid=51645 A elven bow that he had made for him 2 weeks after Turg hatched. It was sung for him from a yew tree and it cost him enough gold to feed a large family very well for many years.

RP Sample: 4 years after Fisrt Contact/the start of The War at Home
Seth looked down at his gun and realized that it was empty. He swore and reloaded as a new group of Hulms started unloading on his team. He heard an assault rifle next to him and knew that Ray was already firing on the new enemies. Frank had already taken out two of their snipers and was already loking for another. He saw a streak of fire and knew that Joe had the armor covered. Seth decided that he better start getting some kills or he'd lose todays bet and lose his cigarette rations for the week.

An hour later they had finally made it to the town square. The last of the Hulm had set up a crude barricade of cars and a bus. All Seth's eam had to do was to hold their attention long enough for Ken's team to flank them. And that plan had already failed. Ken's group was pinned down and taking fire. Now they had orders to take the Hulms out and it was up to Joe and Frank to start the show. At his signal Frank took out the Chief Hulm and Joe blew a big, smoking hole in their defenses. Seth and Ray charged the Hulm after the rocket blew up and Seth had no choice but to smirk at how Ken was cursing and trying to get his men to return fire while they had the chance. Joe just out right laughed over the comm. Apparantly they could here it for a pretty good distance.

15 minutes later: As they policed the dead Seth surveyed their losses. Ken's group had one dead and a corporal named Jenkins got caught in the ear. From what he was saying, his girlfriend is gonna kill him. Ray managed to get a nice big scar down his arm. He was gonna be out for a few weeks. But at least they got the job done. The Hulm defeated, the city retaken, all in one day. Fast operations, minumal collateral, maxium effectiveness. Thats what the Phantom Corp. was about. But Seth got the feeling that this war was just beginning.

Name of your dragon: Turgoth (Turg to most)

Description of dragon: http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/f...by_Tarjcia.jpg

Personality of dragon: While he was young he was wild and forced Rork to calm his temper in order to deal with him, but now he has calmed down. He thinks logically most of the time. This helps Rork to have a opinion that is unclouded by emotion and allegiances. He is loyal only to a select few people besides Rork, but Rork's thoughts and feelings are the most important andthe only ones he cares about.

Other: Since his mother died, Turg is the only one who can stop Rork when he goes berserk.

This will be my EVENTUAL Rider's blade http://blades4you.com/oscommerce2/ca...ages/FM453.jpg (minus the daggers coming out)

Long Live Eragon Bromsson!
Both SUs look ok.

Both of you are ACCEPTED!


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Old 02-23-2009, 05:45 PM
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Name: Nicholas Osbourne

Race: Human

Age: 19

Gender: male

Description:

A dark figure who wears all black. He has dark hair that are accented by dark red highlights, so dark that they are barely visible. He has high cheek-bones and a broad chin. He wears a black undershirt with a black cloak that stop at his shoulders and are accented by metal fasteners. He wears long sleeves that hook to the cloak. They are set in place in between his index and middle fingers. He wears black pants that are extremely faded and torn slightly from weathering. He also wears black leather boots.

Personality:

Nick is a very creepy and morbid character. He always jokes around about death and the afterlife, although he's very religious. He can get very angry and serious when needed, but until that time, he always has a sense of humor. Although he jokes around a lot, it's just a front: inside, he is very humble and monotone.

History: will supply later.

Description of Sword: will get a picture later.

Other weapon: Hand Ax

RP Sample: Bulrock munched on his pizza. "Yeah. I would like that. But about catching different pokemon, I can't. It's just that when I was younger. I fell in awell and couldn't get out. Until an Onix came from under me and brought me back to the surface. Now I feel like I need to repay Onix for that, so I only use rock pokemon. I do have a choice, it's just that I feel I can only use these type of pokemon." Bulrock said. "But I would like it if you helped me."

Name of your dragon: Vampyro

Description of dragon: http://www.freedragonpictures.com/cg...ctures-034.jpg

Personality of dragon: Always headstrong, Vampyro tends to always think about fighting. He does have a softer side, but doesnt show it as much. He is Nicks best friend and will protect him at all costs, even his own life.

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Old 02-26-2009, 07:40 PM
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Name: Alena Roseheart

Race: Elfish human. Mainly elf.

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Description: http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/3...2023632xv6.jpg
She has jeans under her short skirt and brown boots. Ignore the bracelets. And she has blue eyes instead of brown.

Personality: Karen is a happy, positive girl. Although at first she's a little shy and quiet, but once one gets to know her more, she becomes friendly and cheerful. She's quick and eager to learn anything new.

She has an easily ignited temper. She usually just snaps back at anyone who tries to speak to her, then stomp off and cool down, then return and timidly apologizes for getting mad.

History: Karen was born and raised in the town of Daret. She, in her childhood, was quiet and shy. She never really got along well with the other children because of her shy nature, she never fought back when someone teased her. She was schooled at home, her mother taught her while her father was away at work. And when he came home, he would tell Karen the stories of Dragon Riders of the past. The more Karen listened, the more strongly was her desire to become a Rider.

But at age nine, she went missing. She had gone looking for wildflowers, and she had lost the path that led back to Daret. She wandered aimlessly, the only things she encountered were wild animals. She suddenly found herself in some other small village. She wasn't enitrely sure as to where she was, but she was taken in by a kind elderly couple. She stayed with them, eventually finding her way back to Daret. And by then, she was fifteen. Her parents had disappeared (Unknown to her, they had gone looking for her). So, she determined to set out to look for her parents, and maybe even the Dragon Riders she had heard so much about. And at age seventeen, she did.

Description of Sword: Has a dark gold blade and a silver hilt with a darkish gold sheath. A sunshine yellow gem on the pommel. Karen keeps it on her belt to her left.

Other weapon: Bow and arrows

RP Sample:(A post from another Pokemon-related RP) Aaron nearly shot through the roof in surprise when Ash's hand touched him. He turned his head in the direction of Ash's voice.

"I, I don't know," Aaron replied, breathing sudenly became harder, he felt like he was being squeezed. Aaron gasped suddenly, pain shooting through his body.

"I, I can't breath," Aaron gasped, he tried to calm himself and work things out, but the thought of not being able to breath just made him pnic even more.

Aaron's pikachu unzipped Aaron's backpack and hopped out with Togepi, a look of alarm crossed its face.

"What's going on?" Pikachu asked, fear rising in its voice, it looked up at Aaron, suddenly letting out a shriek of horror as Aaron collapsed.

"Aaron!" Pikachu cried, it ran to its trainer. Aaron's breathing a so faint Pikachu could barely hear it.

"What can we do?" Pikachu's voice trembled, "Isn't there anything we can do to get rid of the poison?" Pikachu was close to tears, the thought of losing its trainer was just too much. Aaron was the first person Pikachu had laid eyes on.

Aaron looked at Pikachu, he slowly reached out his arm and put his hand gently on Pikachu's head, forcing a small smile on his face.

"You be good, OK?"

Those words sent Pikachu's tiny whimpers into sobs.

"No! You can't die! I won't let you!" Pikachu sobbed, "I'll find you the medicine you need. I'll make you better! Just don't die!" Pikachu nearly flung itself at Aaron, it looked at him.

"I love you!"

Aaron couldn't speak, seeing his Pokemon in such sadness made his heart break, he knew there probably wasn't time to get any medicine, but by the way his little Pokemon acted, it looked as if it would go through anything to get it...

~

Name of your dragon: Fyro (Male)

Description of dragon: Not exactly my best, just pretend everything's accurately proportioned, 'kay? His wings are much, much larger. And there's room between his back spikes for the saddle.
http://i43.tinypic.com/m7q0ef.jpg

Personality of dragon: Fryo's usually pretty calm and relaxed. He's usually the one who calms Karen down if she gets upset. His temper is worse than Karen's, he'll get all riled up and it'll take some time for him to calm down again. He's very defensive of Karen when the need arises.

Other: “Eragon is the son of Brom.” (Which is awesome)

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Name: Ijin

age:???

race: Elf/human

Description:a brown skin male his eyes slightly slanted his face was completely hairless except for his eyebrows. They had a slight blood red ting to them. His pure white canines came down to his bottom lip. One sword hung from his hip and another hung from his back. In the light emitting from the orb should high cheekbones and a very thin nose almost snake like. His hair fell from his head down to his shoulder it was jet black and only the tips were a blazing fire red. he wears all black long sleeve shirt and tight leather pants. he wears a cloak with a hood the shrouds him in darkness. he has augmented his eyes skin and hands to match his dragon. his eye are ruby red. his hands into claws and red webs stretch across his skin like tendons.

Personality: ijin loves to fight, he is a warrior beyond compare, he fights for no one but has recently taken an interest in the vardens activity.he fights with no shield but double blades. his speed unparalleled by any elf and a strength comparable to that of a dragon he loves the feel of his blade cutting threw flesh and the sounds of his fallen foes.

History: ijin was once a high ranking elf warrior. he was stripped of his rank and exiled from du weldenvarden. it was then that he found his dragons egg. he was hunting for he was the only one of his kind who enjoyed the hunting of animals. he was also fond of consuming animals. as he practiced rimgar another mind touched his. he instinctively threw up his defenses but they were brushed aside. he looked for his unknown assailant
and there stood a fledgling dragon its egg not to far away. for the first time in his life he felt compassion and took in the dragon naming him grimjow. the dragon was all black with streaks of red scattered throughout it.

weapon: the blade is a falchion. the hilt and the blade are all black. except for the tip which is a blazing fire red. the blade has white shadows swirling in it the souls of his fallen foes.

other weapon: also a hand and a half blade the blade is all red the tip a dark black. this blade also has souls of the dead within them.

dragon name: Grimmjow (grim-jaw)

dragon description: grimmjow is the color of the darkest night the only color is that of the red streaks that flow from his eyes like spider webs forming intricate patterns on his back and wings. his eyes change color according to his mood. his claws neck spikes and teeth are blood red that of a ruby

dragon personality: is that of his rider. angry yet serene. calm yet furious at all times. they are a pair that must endure constant struggle.

other: upon his dragon reaching full strength and size they found a cave this cave was home to a numberless amount of dragon Eldunari they took what they could carry and marched on du weldenvarden forcing the ancient sword maker to break her oath and create the twin swords he now poses. he cast his own spells during the forging that allow the blade to steal the souls of those slain by the blade increasing his power by thiers. the two both dragon and rider serve no one and assist anyone that can guaranty a good fight. he is also son of Galbatorix. no one knows his parentage not even his father he discovered it during his exploration of alegasia

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