Post by .::Thorn::. on Mar 18, 2009 22:41:07 GMT -5
Name:Thorn
Age:1 year
Race:Dragon
Appearance:Thorn is a medium sized dark crimson red dragon with thin leathery membranes stretched between thin bones in his wings. He has white spikes running down the length of his body with a hollow where his shoulder is so that his rider can place their saddle in that spot, he has two slightly curved white horns near the base of his skull and has two white fangs that protrude from his upper lip even when his mouth is closed. His eyes are crimson red with black slitted pupils that give him quite a sinister appearance.
Personality:Thorn has a somewhat random personality. His mind is that of a 5 month old hatchling but his body is that of a 1 year old dragon. Thorn is somewhat quiet and reserved towards most but there are those that he enjoys talking with and there are others that he will not under any circumstances speak with. He is a confused soul looking for peace and reason. He is made to be a vicious warrior but deep down he has the heart of a noble, peaceful creature. But even so he is still a dragon and as such is expected at least the way he was taught to fight and kill his enemies. He is quite tempremental and like most younglings is quite impaitent at times. He has no problem fighting and killing anyone who stands in his way no matter the side they are on.
History:Not much is known about this red beast. He was one of the three remaining dragons in the eggs that Galbatorix had hidden away in his castle. That was until the King's minions captured Murtagh, The son of the Forsworn Rider, Morzan. After much torture for running away from the King he was brought before the eggs and Thorn hatched that night for the young man. But this was not a happy moment in any way. Because Galbatorix was able to procure the true names of both Murtagh and Thorn he was able to force them to swear oaths of allegiance and fealty to the king in the ancient language making them forever binding. The King needed Murtagh and Thorn to fight Eragon and Saphira at the Battle Of The Burning Plains. So in order to stand a chance of defeating the elder dragon Galbatorix used certain dark spells on the young dragon to make him grow to the size of a 1 year old dragon. This left the dragons very young mind confused and bitter. Making him the perfect fighting machine.
Role playing example:Saphira looked back over her left shoulder to see two emerald darts flying towards her. She growled angrily for not sensing the draw of magic it would have taken to produce this effect. She felt the small darts hit the roots of her wings causing them to collapse and she roared angrily as she felt gravity pulling her towards the trees and the ground below the canopy of green. She fell through the trees and felt them tearing at her wings as she fell past them. She was able to open her wings no more then twenty feet above the ground and when she did they did little to slow or stop their quite rapid decent to the ground below. She hit the ground with a solid thump and took a moment to regain her sense of her surroundings before she looked at her wings to check that they hadn’t been torn too badly. She then saw the reason that opening her wings had done little. Near the trailing edge of her left wing was a tear in the membrane no shorter then three feet long. She felt no pain from it because there were few nerves in the trailing edge of her wings. She folded them neatly be her sides and crouched low to the ground. ‘Let the whelp come and get us Eragon, She will pay for this.' She meant it in play of course but if felt good to say it anyway.
Eragon felt more then saw the two shielded throwing knives hit Saphira. He felt it because he never saw them until Saphira began to plummet towards the earth. And as she did one of the knives flew past his head tumbiling lazily. As they fell through the trees he felt them hitting his face and he saw them tearing at Saphira’s wings. Then once they hit the ground he undid his legs from the saddle and jumped to the ground to tend to Saphira’s wing. He ran his hand over the ragged gash in the leathery membrane that was stretched tightly between the bones that wove their way through Saphira’s wings. He felt the dragons annoyance pulsing through their mental link and he heard her words and when he heard them he could not help but smile a little knowing that they were only in jest.'I have an idea, They are going to come looking to see if we are alright’ He said through their link as he healed the wound with a few quick words.‘When they land we should ambush them.’He heard her agree to the idea in his head and he smiled as he got back in the saddle and buckled his legs in. He produced his bow and strung it. He then drew one of the elven arrows from his quiver and placed a block on it so when he fired it, it would do no damage. Saphira and himself then went into the trees around the clearing they had crashed in and waited for the others to arrive.
Age:1 year
Race:Dragon
Appearance:Thorn is a medium sized dark crimson red dragon with thin leathery membranes stretched between thin bones in his wings. He has white spikes running down the length of his body with a hollow where his shoulder is so that his rider can place their saddle in that spot, he has two slightly curved white horns near the base of his skull and has two white fangs that protrude from his upper lip even when his mouth is closed. His eyes are crimson red with black slitted pupils that give him quite a sinister appearance.
Personality:Thorn has a somewhat random personality. His mind is that of a 5 month old hatchling but his body is that of a 1 year old dragon. Thorn is somewhat quiet and reserved towards most but there are those that he enjoys talking with and there are others that he will not under any circumstances speak with. He is a confused soul looking for peace and reason. He is made to be a vicious warrior but deep down he has the heart of a noble, peaceful creature. But even so he is still a dragon and as such is expected at least the way he was taught to fight and kill his enemies. He is quite tempremental and like most younglings is quite impaitent at times. He has no problem fighting and killing anyone who stands in his way no matter the side they are on.
History:Not much is known about this red beast. He was one of the three remaining dragons in the eggs that Galbatorix had hidden away in his castle. That was until the King's minions captured Murtagh, The son of the Forsworn Rider, Morzan. After much torture for running away from the King he was brought before the eggs and Thorn hatched that night for the young man. But this was not a happy moment in any way. Because Galbatorix was able to procure the true names of both Murtagh and Thorn he was able to force them to swear oaths of allegiance and fealty to the king in the ancient language making them forever binding. The King needed Murtagh and Thorn to fight Eragon and Saphira at the Battle Of The Burning Plains. So in order to stand a chance of defeating the elder dragon Galbatorix used certain dark spells on the young dragon to make him grow to the size of a 1 year old dragon. This left the dragons very young mind confused and bitter. Making him the perfect fighting machine.
Role playing example:Saphira looked back over her left shoulder to see two emerald darts flying towards her. She growled angrily for not sensing the draw of magic it would have taken to produce this effect. She felt the small darts hit the roots of her wings causing them to collapse and she roared angrily as she felt gravity pulling her towards the trees and the ground below the canopy of green. She fell through the trees and felt them tearing at her wings as she fell past them. She was able to open her wings no more then twenty feet above the ground and when she did they did little to slow or stop their quite rapid decent to the ground below. She hit the ground with a solid thump and took a moment to regain her sense of her surroundings before she looked at her wings to check that they hadn’t been torn too badly. She then saw the reason that opening her wings had done little. Near the trailing edge of her left wing was a tear in the membrane no shorter then three feet long. She felt no pain from it because there were few nerves in the trailing edge of her wings. She folded them neatly be her sides and crouched low to the ground. ‘Let the whelp come and get us Eragon, She will pay for this.' She meant it in play of course but if felt good to say it anyway.
Eragon felt more then saw the two shielded throwing knives hit Saphira. He felt it because he never saw them until Saphira began to plummet towards the earth. And as she did one of the knives flew past his head tumbiling lazily. As they fell through the trees he felt them hitting his face and he saw them tearing at Saphira’s wings. Then once they hit the ground he undid his legs from the saddle and jumped to the ground to tend to Saphira’s wing. He ran his hand over the ragged gash in the leathery membrane that was stretched tightly between the bones that wove their way through Saphira’s wings. He felt the dragons annoyance pulsing through their mental link and he heard her words and when he heard them he could not help but smile a little knowing that they were only in jest.'I have an idea, They are going to come looking to see if we are alright’ He said through their link as he healed the wound with a few quick words.‘When they land we should ambush them.’He heard her agree to the idea in his head and he smiled as he got back in the saddle and buckled his legs in. He produced his bow and strung it. He then drew one of the elven arrows from his quiver and placed a block on it so when he fired it, it would do no damage. Saphira and himself then went into the trees around the clearing they had crashed in and waited for the others to arrive.