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Eero Darcav - Male - Wingrider
Topic Started: Jun 7 2010, 05:52 PM (459 Views)
Krisley
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[align=center]Character Number- First

The Rider

Name- Eero Darcav

Age- 27

Rank- Claw of Stormsong Wing

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Presumably hetero

Appearance- Of a modest 5’8”, with short, oily black hair of a short front, long back style, Eero really doesn’t seem like much at first glance. For one- he’s thin almost to the point of looking gangly, although he’s got good shoulders and a solid build; for another, he seems somewhat starved or bony, despite the years it’s been since he lived on the streets. While that normally would make him nearly invisible among war-worried civilians, a good upside for general information gathering and espionage, the quirks of his heterochromic eyes (the left being brown, the other blue), and his distinctly light skin in conjunction often dispel the illusion and mark him as different in some way-the worst being accusations of Taint, although those were swiftly proven groundless. He bears few marks denoting his involvement in the war, but small scars still cross his skin here and there with the most notable, on the left of his chest, often bearing company to his pearl-like crystal. Habit, and a sufficiently long chain, still has him swapping its location from time to time. Now, as for clothing, to Eero, it’s no formal matter. Articles need to be effective, efficient, and above all comfortable, before any sort of colour-coordination or style can be employed. That is not to say he’s a fashion wreck, however; his tendency is to wear outfits that either suit the common fashion or resemble his flight/battle satire, minus the protective guards and such.

Personality- Naturally inclined to solitude, and preferring quiet, Eero can seem standoffish and gruff upon a first meeting. Although a very old habit rather unbefitting a dragonrider, this is mainly because he tends not to speak much and rarely makes direct eye contact for long. When he does, however, it’s typically meaningful, and over the course of the war he’s gained a certain amount of insight that generally brooks no argument and pays to listen to. His voice, which bears a distinctly roughened edge despite its tenor sort of quality, is the only outwardly expressed hint of his personal philosophy-and rather primal fighting style. It’s fight or flight for him, and if the odds are too high, he pulls back. Instinct, that gut feeling, is a close companion of his. Clumsiness, however, at least as far as socializing goes, is another unfortunate friend. His random acts of attempted kindness and the like, devised after his own fashion, tend to utterly fail or implode, with the result of making him seem childish or just plain odd. Thus another reason why he prefers his own company, both to spare himself and others such experiences. Something else relatively unknown about him is his curiosity, or at least the tinkering quality of it. Stemming from the once required skill of figuring out locks and the like, it evolved into a interest of devices, and now it’s rather a hobby for him to discover how things work. It doesn’t, however, apply to big things; when there’s a choice he’d in all likelihood keep it a secret pastime.

History- Eero was orphaned young by a Taint razing, and only escaped the massacre by hiding deep within the nearby mines, where even his small frame could barely fit. The event instilled in him, however, a fear of people for the longest time, as none of the twisted dragons could squeeze into the tunnels where other refugees had fled and only distorted humans appeared to be committing the horrendous slaughter. He lived on the edges of society from then on, occasionally joining street gangs only to break off on his own time and again, and grew gaunt over the years. At roughly the age of 14 he came across what was to be his first friend, a mutt, being beaten by a man for having his carefully prepared litter fouled. Without a thought Eero killed the man, took the dog, and gave them both names as, by this point, he’d forgotten his original one.

The first of two rebirths in his life occurred, then, and in the rather fickle form of minor fame. Almost overnight whispers of the Skull and Demon spread among the cities the pair stalked, growing into a sort of paranoia that turned rumour into believed truth-keeping in mind this was in a time where the war had barely begun, and thought of Taint was either everywhere or vehemently dismissed as fable. Inevitably, under such critical circumstances, the pair were caught red-handed in the dead of night, ‘inspecting’ a merchants wares. Seeking to disprove the accusations of Taint, and perhaps escape death, he volunteered to go with a visiting rider back to the Academy to be tested. The merchant grudgingly agreed, wanting nothing to do with him, and within barely 2 weeks’ time he was facing down Distalie on the hatching grounds.

Being accepted by a dragon proved to be the catalyst for the second rebirth, for by opening Eero’s heart and easing his social anxieties, it allowed him to regain something of his child self he’d long ago lost: his humanity. Not to say he was monstrous, or anything of the sort, however. Merely defensively feral. It proved useful in escaping the Academy’s Fall alongside another wyrmling, and surviving afterward until it was safe enough to return and help rebuild, but most importantly it lit something in him, something like a spark. True, it started small, but as time passed and it grew, he came to realize what it was: he had something he wanted to protect. Darcav became his adopted last name, to finalize, and the small fire became his driving force.

Pet(s)- An elderly large black dog of unknown breed called Loner. He’s lived a good 13 years, although there’s grey now around his muzzle and ruff.[/align]
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Krisley
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[align=center]The Dragon

Name- Distalie

Age- 10

Gender- Male

Element- Water

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For a water, or any breed relative to itself for that matter, Distalie is notably short. While this also applies in some effect to length, it’s mainly in his height, and out of water he can seem a bit comical when moving around. Another prominent characteristic is his double spiral horns, as a shorter set rests just below the larger unlike the single more common to the breed. Above all, however, it’s his colouring that draws initial attention. With the majority of his scales being a varied, shifting sort of green-blue like the sun-streaked waters of a Caribbean coast, and his belly a lighter hue more akin to shallows decorated with refracting light, it’s inevitable that the eye becomes curious. A closer look shows a collection of scratches and scars, marking his experiences. Smokey grey and shaped like a glossy pearl, his crystal sits near the base of his neck and between his shoulders where his spines are shorter, or roughly where the front of a saddle would be. His eyes match, save for a fleck of lively green that defers.

Personality
Distalie, much like his rider, prefers to keep his peace and speaks very little. He’s naturally shy and sensitive, and although its not as though he never has an opinion, he likes sitting back and observing; a keen eye and ear notice things busy ones don’t, after all. This doesn’t necessarily mean that he has something useful to contribute, though, when he does speak up. It’s typically just something missed. A common problem for him is a tendency to get riled, or over think things to a ridiculous degree. This goes for both negative and positive aspects. For example, get him started on couples. He’ll observe the two would have a child, would fight, break up, confuse the offspring, and inevitably die, leaving it helpless or angry in a world at war at some unspecified age, although likely young. The best thing to do is cut him off quickly before he builds momentum and casts himself into a dither. Something interesting to note about Distalie, however, is that beyond what’s most easily apparent, he can be rather gentle and persistent. It’s never outright abrasive and pigheaded, but he has a way of making a stand without ever seeming to.[/align]

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[align=center]Sensing that it was time, another egg began to shift, the hatchling within seeking freedom. This time it was the Water egg, shivering in place as small pieces of shell began to fall away from the pearl-esque shell in tiny patches, making the egg look speckled. Beneath, the glimmer of a bright blue flashed, vibrant scales flaring at the brief glimpse of light, if only for a second. The dragon within pushed harder against the shell, a whole section sheeting off and sliding to the ground below.

The hatchling within did not immediately emerge, staying half-hidden behind the remnants of his shell. He peered out for a moment, obviously searching for someone, before crawling slowly and cautiously out, staring around with wide-eyed apprehension. His body, long and lithe, flowed with grace as he emerged, the light filtering through the glass panes of the Hatching Grounds hitting his scales with a resplendent effect, causing the blue, which was like that of a tropical ocean, to flare, bright and clear.

Gaze flickering fearfully, the little water male bounded forward, gracefully skirting through the legs of those Candidates around him, eyes searching frantically. Where was his rider? His worried eyes locked onto the sight of a crystal that looked just like his, much like a dark-gray pearl. Sighing with relief, he slunk the last few feet towards Eero, pressing close against the young man. "Oh, my rider, I am so relieved! I found you! You Distalie found you!"

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Distalie
Male
(Divra x Sevyr)
Shy, Unrealistic, Sensitive
Eero - 17 - Male - Krisley[/align]



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[align=center]"D-Distalie?" Eero repeated, hesitant to believe it. Yet, there was the damp warmth of the baby dragon against his legs, the steady, quick beat of his relieved heart. Had the little dragon really...? Realizing the danger of it, he glanced over his shoulder, seeing Loner had already abandoned his sitting posture, head low as he stood. The two exchanged a glare, and though the dog didn't back down, he remained where he was. It was too dangerous for him to run out now, a risk to all the young dragons and unhatched eggs.

The bony boy knelt down, running his knuckles gently down the scaly cheek of the water dragon. He rarely said much, and now was no different. For once, ignorant of the crowd, he focused on putting as much warmth and into that comforting touch as he could, trying to tell Distalie that it was all right, unable to find the words and worried he might scare him with his disused voice.

"Hungry?" He asked, noticing the other hatchlings were being led away to their first solid meal. Eero was concerned for the shy water, feeling protective. Not just for his hunger, though, but for his wellbeing. He did not know how Loner would react when meeting Distalie, and feared for them both.

"Yes." Distalie gazed at his hand, then into his face, tail curling about his partner's legs. His crystal rested at the base of his neck, refracting light softly from between his wings and shoulders. "Rider, what is your name?"

Eero smiled slightly. "It's Eero. May I?" He dropped his hand, carefully slipping his crystal into his pocket before spreading his arms slightly. Distalie nodded, climbing into his grip. Together, the two followed after the other new wyrmlings, the boy with his head ducked uncomfortably over his young friend. It was a funny sight, the soils of the water dragon in his arms, claws clutching his baggy shirt. Yet comforting, as well. Distalie glanced about as his rider-to-be did, joined together by their shyness.[/align]
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