Talon's Circle

[Talon]

Welcome to the Circle

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This is where characters status and bios will be placed! Right below are the different threads they are involved in and quick facts about each. The profiles are in alphabetical order below. Also the color of their info is in is the color of their speech. And sometimes their thoughts when communicating with others. A strikethrough means the thread is either completed or inactive.

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Anira
=Dragon - Sky Blue - Female=
Moment to Shine

Capio Corripio
=Human - Rider - Male=
Moment to Shine
Is incarceration fun? Depends....[/s]

Ikezialthion "Nightfall" Midas IV[/b]
=Human - Assassin - Male=
Unknown Factors

Pravus Corripio
=Human - Soldier - Male=
Flower of Carnage
Moment to Shine
Early Mornings
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Is incarceration fun? Depends....


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[Talon]

Name: Anira

Age: 2 –my timing might be off here; she’s younger than Thorn and older then Sierthra-

Race: Dragon

Rider: Capio

Appearance:

Anira is a full grown, albeit a very young, dragon. Like any dragon she is stunning to behold. Her body is covered in sparkling scales their quality surpassing even brightsteel in terms of strength. Yet they are incredibly light allowing graceful easy flight. Interlocking in what appears an impossible scheme the scales make an impenetrable natural armor. There are no holes in their defense. Not many will notice this practical use at first sight. They’re too busy admiring the glittering sky blue color the scales shine. Anira makes sure to keep her scales in top shape and it shows when the sun hits her just right. The light blue color can appear a deeper and darker blue without the sunlight, almost like the outer edges of the sky. When it full light they seem to clear to an almost clear blue like the sky on an incredibly bright day. Her scales match the hue of the sky; catch the light just as the heavens themselves do. Besides the shocking beauty this creates it is also incredibly useful. One may not think of it at first but it provides amazing camouflage. Anira might gleam or glitter if the light hits her, but if she flies smart she can hide in the most unlikely of places…the sky itself. As long as she keeps her outline out of the sun’s way she can seemingly come out of nowhere to attack while flying.

There are dragons built for agility and for speed, others are built with a heavier emphasis on size and muscle. Anira is none of these builds, and yet all of them. If there were a picture to show what a normal average dragon looked like it would be Anira. She is perfectly proportioned. Swift in flight and fit for battle. This means she does not have something she specifically specializes in, but if she plays smart she can outmaneuver her opponent. Anira does not rely on speed nor does she rely on strength. She can do each one equally. Anira will never be the fastest or the strongest, she has to be able to train and do all of it. Her wings carry her swiftly but aren’t overlarge, that would affect her while trying to battle. Long talons of gleaming white are serrated within the inner edge, sharp fangs and a strong well muscled tail are but a few of her tools in battle.

Anira has also been breathing fire for a decent amount of time and has become skilled in its use. Every day she trains as Capio does. Only she works on breathing fire for longer periods of time and maneuvering through the sky.

Her eyes are a deep and calming blue. Very near to sapphires they seemed to hold a certain intelligence and understanding even when she was a hatchling. There is a slight glint of mischievousness but more often there is a royal, almost regal, look in their deep blue.

Personality:
Anira is Capio’s voice of reason and calm. From the time she hatched she had a streak of mischievousness and would play around with her rider to frustrate him, but above all she is a leader. She does not speak often to others, instead counseling her rider and talking with him. When it comes time for battle she devises plans with Capio, helping even the ground troops. Since she is neither the largest nor swiftest of dragons Anira has to outsmart them, use better tactics. This is one reason she chose Capio. He was a brilliant strategist and that matches perfectly with Anira. She is constantly analyzing the world around her. At times it may seem like playful curiosity but Anira truly does learn much. This sense of curiosity about the world has made her seem more mischievous than she normally is at times.

Humor does not escape her despite her calm and serenity. She often messes with Capio and others she might care to speak to with her wry sarcasm. Though Anira is a strategist and plans many things out she is incredible at making decisions quickly and without hesitation. Such decisiveness is needed from a leader, and Anira understands this. She has not always made the correct decision, ‘but a good plan now is better than a perfect plan next week’. These quick decisions call for quick thinking so Anira has learned to plan under pressure within seconds. Working with Capio it is possible. That and she almost always keeps a cool head. During battle she does not rage about, she is calm and collected, much like her rider. Roaring at the enemy won’t get you very far, so she can become deadly silent during a fight. There are only a few things that will truly get her angry.

Anira’s anger and rage that she puts off in battle comes to an explosive end when someone harms Capio. The first thing Anira saw when she hatched was her rider going faint and fall over. Capio had been bleeding from his head and to her young eyes, dying. The protectiveness she gained from that moment has not left her. Capio is her other half the one being that she can work with perfectly. Without him she would be nothing, just as he would fall without her. If one thing remains constant it is her love for her rider. The two work perfectly together on the battlefield and off. Being separated is painful for both of them so they avoid it as much as possible.

When she bonded with Capio Anira taught the man how to be merciful and yet just. Before he had simply known cruelty and punishment for anyone that disobeyed orders. Anira was able to soften him slightly and lead him down the path to becoming a greater leader than he had been before. Working in tandem Anira knows everything will turn out alright.

History:
Anira spent many years trapped within her shell. She remembers the screams of dying riders and the roars of dragons. Crushed eggs and despair were her earliest memories. There was a time when a spell was put on her, it bound her to some higher calling and made her wait for one to come. She wasn’t sure who but she would sit there for an eternity if she had to. There was an extremely long period of silence, a time when no one came by, and then everything became frantic. Soon numerous people came by brushing a hand against the beautiful sky blue egg she was trapped in. None of their minds appealed to her. All of them were worried about some Varden thing and an Empire. Most of them were thinking of promotions, and all of them seemed so dull.

Then came a stronger presence. She wanted desperately to get a better look at who that person was, but they walked past. Thankfully they quickly turned, but then something strange brushed against the surface of the egg. It was not this man’s hand but his blood. She was worried for him and got a better feel of his mind than she had from anyone else ever before. Anira was grateful when the man wiped off the stain and at the touch of his hand she knew he was the one meant to be hers. There was simply no question about it.

So she struggled with the egg now worried about this man and quickly burst free. The first thing she felt was the palm of his left hand and her nose smarted as a stream of hot fire igniting her body. And as she cleared her eyes of the pain and egg mucous the first thing she saw was her rider’s shocked face covered in blood, incredibly pale and falling to the ground. At that moment the hatchling was able to forget her own stabbing hunger and immediately started crying out for help. Leaping from the tall pedestal she landed to the ground in a heap and kept nudging Capio as she creened. Frantic she tried to clean the wound on her rider’s head until finally help came. It took them long enough to bring her food and by the end of the day she was extremely exhausted, but she survived and was content to be with Capio.


Needless to say the two were inseparable. Quickly enough Anira was named and began to speak. Capio was already made to practice magic but most of his days and she would watch patiently as a hatchling, always staying within eyesight. There was something deeper than friendship between the two. Even before Anira spoke her first word they knew the other was a part of them. For long months she trained with Shruikan and Thorn. On some normal scouting missions they tangled with some Varden riders. Eventually Anira and Capio were admired by their soldiers and known throughout much of the Empire. Then they simply disappeared, and not for a short time. They told no one where they were going and the Varden figured they had died, simply fallen off the face of Alagaesia. Truth be told Capio and Anira were investigating Vroengard for Galbatorix, but this a matter between only them. Now Capio and Anira arrive from the west coming back to their home in Uru’baen to face a new threat.

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[Talon]

Name: Capio Corripio

Age: 28

Race: Human/Rider

Dragon: Anira

Appearance:

Capio Corripio is a tall lithe warrior. The body of a gymnast and a runner his muscles are toned for speed, endurance, and precision. Strength is not his greatest attribute; his body is simply not built for it. Though not as strong as his older brother Pravus, Capio is slightly taller, nearing 6’5”. One would think this slows him down in battle, it only enhances his reach. Since he is slim he must always work around stronger and better armored opponents. The captain uses his speed and endurance to either outlast and dodge his enemy or strike them down before they have a chance to react. All of his strikes and smooth and precise, Capio fights as if it’s a chess match. Strike with a scimitar here, dodge there, get a hit now. Normally small movements can get the job done, but he is also a master of an elegant sweeping style.

The armor Capio wears is made to allow maximum amount of movement with the best protection. It is made of lightweight metal that has been shaped into a weave like formation for the breastplate. It goes down in an intersecting v-shaped weave, every other piece of the metal is placed over the next in an alternating fashion. So the breastplate Capio wears is not one piece of metal, but several pieces all interlocked so that the swordsman can bend and move unhindered. The metal is strong and well enchanted now that Capio is a rider. His armor was also given a very slight blue tint by the craftsmen that made it. This was for simple aesthetic look when he is with Anira. Capio will wear his breastplate and a very light shirt of mail. The mail does not cover his entire arm; instead the rider uses bracers and tough leather gloves. Once again the metal on the bracers is tinted a very light blue.

The captain’s shoes are normally black leather, polished to a high shine. His pants are either a simple brown for traveling or a deep orange with light blue tracings for battle and parties held within Uru’baen. The tunic he wears usually has a base color of either orange or sky blue, if it is orange the tracings are blue and vice versa. Overall the rider must keep his appearance well to do so he makes sure to match his dragon and strangely colored hair. Truth be told Capio doesn’t care for his attire, that is, unless you’re talking about his cape. The rider goes nowhere without it. It is a long sweeping thing that clips around the neck and is colored beautiful sky blue to match Anira’s scales. It has some slight orange tracing on it, written enchantments to turn arrows away. Capio will also use the cape in battle at times. Catching thrown daggers or even confusing sword strikes. Needless to say his cape needs to be replaced often. Normally the cape is blue, but at times he will done an orange cape, a throwback to the days before his ever constant companion. However, Capio would trade in the cape if it meant losing his twin scimitars.

The young rider had a fine pair before finding Anira, but once he became an accomplished rider Galbatorix thought it high time to outfit Capio with the best the Empire had to offer. The scimitars were made specifically for Capio by one of the newly captured elves under Galbatroix’s control. They curve only slightly and are not near as wide as the old Arabian style. The hilt is wrapped in leather died a brilliant sky blue to match Anira, and set in the pommel of each is a brilliant amber almost catching the color of Capio’s hair. The rider keeps the shorter swords at his side. Though lately he has changed this to carrying them on his back. It just makes it easier when riding. Besides the twin scimitars Capio also keeps several tricks hidden away. As a normal Captain the man kept throwing daggers, now he has a simple pouch with tiny rounded pebbles. Ever since he became proficient at magic Capio discovered that a small bit of magic could send the pebbles flying at a deadly speed.

Like all riders Capio is marked with the silver argetlam. His particular mark is on the middle of his left hand. Since he is ambidextrous this did not create too much of a hazard when learning to use magic. It has the slightest of blue tinges added to its silver glaze.

His eyes are an icy blue in color, funny enough they seem to match Anira’s sky blue scales at times. He was renowned for his glare ever since he became a captain. That has not changed since he became a rider.

Personality:
Before Anira Capio was much like his brother. Cruel and unmerciful, likely to yell at the smallest of infractions and crazy when training others. This attitude was a trademark of the Corripio’s. Capio was truly evil to his core and he didn’t care to hide it from anyone in the Empire. He worked hard, trained daily and quickly rose through the ranks. However, unlike his brother, Capio had extreme pride and a good helping of chivalry. The captain did not like to fight unfairly and would often face opponents one on one when it wasn’t needed on the battlefield. He also has some difficulty when it comes to fighting women. Naturally he’s getting over that part since some many Vardeners are well trained women. There is no time to discriminate. All the same he was mean and everyone gave him a wide birth.

Then Anira came and changed everything Capio knew. Before the dragon the captain had deeply bitter towards Murtagh and Thorn. More than anything he had loathed magic. Much like Pravus and other warriors Capio feared the unknown that could kill him so quickly. All his training would be for naught if he ran into some puny wizard. When Anira hatched for him Capio didn’t think it would affect his attitude. He had gone to the egg chamber to get a tool for raising his position in the Empire. As long as he was a normal human he would stay at a lower level. Despite his hatred for magic he needed it, as a dragon rider…he could rise to unheard of heights. That attitude changed the second the burning fire spread through his veins. At that moment Capio’s mind melded with another, he felt hunger and had to care for another living thing.

As Anira grew Capio learned more of mercy and justice. He began to spot flaws in the Empire’s system and he strived for change. Once close with his brother Pravus, Capio now grew distant. This also changed the tall swordsman as he discovered he didn’t like being cruel like the Corripio’s were known for. Every passing day Capio spent with Anira he began to change. Not just physically, but mentally. He began to think more strategically but he also became increasingly concerned about the numerous people in the Empire. Before Capio would have stepped on anyone to get what he wanted. Now he didn’t care about rank. His focus shifted to saving and improving the lives of everyone in the Empire.

However his hatred for the Varden remained. There was simply no forgiving the swine. They were going about everything wrong. Galbatorix may not be perfect but he was an excellent Emperor. The problems were in the lower level, the Empire could be saved. The Varden were blind to that only saw the evil of a few bad soldiers and they wished to destroy a delicate peace. During battle Capio drops into a deadly calm, just like his brother Pravus. At times anger fuels his actions but most of the time he is able to keep his mind level and placid so that he can think clearly. It would be a mistake to think Capio has grown soft. He will still snap at soldiers and obliterate the Varden. The rider simply knows his purpose now and sees through the eyes of justice and at times has learned the power of mercy.

History:
Capio Corripio is the young brother of Pravus Corripio and the son of Malus Corripio. More importantly he is the rider bound to the sky blue dragon Anira. Before Anira came into his life Capio was another proud son of the Corripio family. His childhood was spent in constant competition with his older brother Pravus. The two young boys didn’t have a choice; it was how they were raised by their father. Struggle and fight to survive to become strong. After all their father, Malus had been a general and served Galbatorix proudly for his entire life. As a favor to Malus for his serve the King gave the general a piece of land to look over and rule as lord. There was a small holding, and a castle of sorts not far from Uru’baen. For the first eight years of his life Capio spent his life there, training even at those early years. His brother Pravus left when Capio was only four years old. It had little effect on him, save he was spared a constant black eye. Then four years later Capio discovered where his brother had gone.

There was a special school for training up those that would serve in Galbatroix’s army. Even at that age Capio was made to take an oath in the Ancient Language, and then he went through even more extensive training. He dwelled within the shadow that his brother cast. Pravus was the pride of the Corripio’s now. Twelve years old and already wielding full sized weapons and taking down older squires. Capio couldn’t help that he simply wasn’t as big as his brother. During training the younger brother couldn’t fight like they had expected. They were hoping for another Pravus. What they got was an icy eyed lanky boy. Even then Capio was too tall for his feet. Pravus was training to use a long sword or a broadsword. Capio came in wielding two small daggers. However he quickly put worries to rest, he was no Pravus, he was a different warrior altogether. The little eight year old could strike with deadly efficiency and was faster than any of his peers. Those two daggers were used simultaneously and it was easy to see that the daggers would become swords when Capio grew just a bit more. Still Pravus overshadowed his brother; his knightly skills simply outshined the different style Capio had.

Eventually both brothers completed their training when they each reached eighteen years. Both had been the top of their class, the most prized pages and squires. Pravus grew into a large man that would wear more armor than two men together. He would lead battle from the front lines; already he had the markings of a great general. Capio grew ever taller, his muscles ever leaner. Speed unmatched, the coordination between his limbs was incredible. Each twin blade he wielded could match the swords wielding by his peers. Though he had an much different style it was easy to see that Capio also had the markings of a grand general.

At this time in their lives the brothers were the best of friends and the greatest of rivals. They would spar with each other constantly, and work at breaking in new recruits. Together they revised strategies and planned strikes. When war began to stir and the Varden became a threat they worked increasingly more. Pravus rose to the rank of Captain and soon enough, in his own time, Capio did as well. While Pravus was away with his own regiment of troops Capio was left on the most important duty in Uru’baen, guarding the egg chamber. The unthinkable happened. A thief broke into the castle and headed straight for Capio’s guard, the egg chamber was put in jeopardy. The young captain was able to fend off the intruder, but suffered a hard hit to the head. His scalp was separated in a section and his entire face was soaked in his own blood. Capio did not immediately see to a healer. Instead he saw to the eggs first, they were the hope of the Empire and he had to make sure none of them were missing. Capio never wanted to become a rider and he looked on the eggs with disgust. They were magical in nature and so they held nothing but tools for increasing rank. Thankfully all the eggs remained.

As he left the chamber Capio paused. Something was tugging him back. Suddenly he became curious, thoughts of dragons filled his head and the captain suddenly didn’t look at the eggs in disgust. He drew too close and accidently bled on a beautiful sky blue egg. Filled with regret and worry of retribution from Galbatorix the young captain quickly picked up the egg and gingerly wiped away the wet blood before it stained the egg. He thought he had been careful but as he studied the egg after putting it back on the pedestal he was shocked to see a thin crack. Capio put his face close to the crack, wondering if there was a way to repair it, he wiped the blood from his left hand and touched grazed a thumb over the crack. Then the egg burst, shards of sky blue shooting everywhere. Capio felt faint. Lack of blood and now this…extreme pain spread up his arm from the palm of his left hand. Liquid fire was running from his wound, the pain was so great the captain couldn’t scream. The last thing he saw before the trauma did him in was a small deep blue eyes looking at him with extreme worry. Then Capio collapsed to the ground, he had lost too much blood and the pain from the dragon’s touch had knocked him to the ground.

The guards came when they heard the frantic squeaking. Imagine their shock when they found a small sky blue dragon, soaked in egg goop and the blood of her own rider. The small creature was squealing in despair as she desperately tried to clean the wound and stem the flow of blood. In the hallway there was the body of the intruder and here on the ground was the captain they admired and loved. Needless to say the healer came now, but no one knew what to do with the hatchling, so they alerted Galbatorix. They feared the small dragon, thinking she had something to do with the Captain’s injuries. So they tried to keep her away from Capio, a few bit fingers later no one else tried to keep her away. Unfortunately it took several hours to get the message to Galbatorix. Capio would recover, he was simply weak from loss of blood, but the lack of care for the young hatchling was beginning to wear on her. She had yet to eat and refused to leave Capio. She slept on the man’s chest as her breathing grew slower, her stomach rumbling.

When Galbatorix was finally reached the hospital wing was almost set ablaze. The king was overjoyed at first, one of his best and most loyal captains had a dragon hatch for him, but he was outraged at the scene in the hospital wing. Capio was well taken care of and his head was bandaged, but there on his chest was a quickly fading hatchling. Galbatorix went into a rage actually killing the orderly in charge. Meat was immediately sent to the wing and the hatchling finally received a long delayed meal. This was the beginning of Capio and Anira’s relationship. And it started with sacrifice for each other.

Needless to say the two were inseparable. Quickly enough Anira was named and began to speak. Capio was already made to practice magic but most of his days were spent simply spending time with his new companion. There was something deeper than friendship between the two. Even before Anira spoke her first word they knew the other was a part of them. A half of their being that they could now depend on. The challenges awaiting them would be great, but they had each other. Pravus returned and learned of what had happened. He has not spoken to his brother since.

Capio and Anira trained under Galbatorix and Murtagh. Yet Capio still remained inept at magic, until he received some instruction from a curious character living in Uru’baen. Anira made friends with a strange creature and since then Capio has been improving daily with magic. His hatred for it has disappeared and his skill at utilizing it grows exponentially. Already the young dragon and rider have tangled with some of the younger riders from the Varden. They took part in some crucial battles, though they unfortunately could not turn back defeat.

The pair were admired by their soldiers and known throughout much of the Empire. Then they simply disappeared, and not for a short time. They told no one where they were going and the Varden figured they had died, simply fallen off the face of Alagaesia. Truth be told Capio and Anira were investigating Vroengard for Galbatorix, but this a matter between only them. Now Capio and Anira arrive from the west coming back to their home in Uru’baen to face a new threat.

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[Talon]

Name: Ikezialthion “Nightfall” Midas the IV

Age: 21

Race: Human

Appearance:

Ike is pretty normal when it comes to looks. He has blonde and warm brown eyes. There is some innocent and childlike about his looks and his incredibly wide smile. As serious as he tries to be he still seems to be a kid. His skin is a normal pallor, if not leaning on the pale side due to his night owl tendencies. Average height for a man of his age at about 5’10” and not incredibly strong. He’s not out of shape or overweight…he’s just no athlete. Despite his attempts at acrobatics and leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Ike simply sleeps and drinks too much to keep up such muscle needed for that activity. He also has a crooked nose. Not from one break, but many. There have been many times where he has fallen flat on his face. His face also has numerous little cuts and scars. Many of them from dagger practice. There are few bones in his body that have not been broken, and yet Ike still hates any sight of blood.

His attire is also pretty normal…at least on the outside. Ike loves dressing in all black. Having a black cloak and a black cape (looks awesome for an assassin), black gloves, black leather boots, black pants and black tunic. He thinks it helps him blend in with shadows and looks awesome, but he gets hot during the day and definitely stands out then. Strapped to his gloves are poisoned needles, just a scratch from them will knock out a full grown man (remember the numerous broken noses?). He has tried to make a rig that will throw them when he flicks his writs just right, but so far it hasn’t worked. Ike also hides daggers wherever he can, strapping them to his legs, tucked in his boots, strapped to his arm. Needless to say he doesn’t do so well keeping himself from getting injured as a hemophobe. However he doesn’t carry a sword, that is, after all, no way for an assassin to strike. Lately he has also been practicing with a bow. He imagines himself as being an amazing shot, a sniper that can assassinate a man from hundreds of yards away with a single arrow. But he is not…let’s just say practiced with the bow yet. Just run if you see him using it. Every week is a new contraption or tool for being an assassin. His numerous black pouches contain flash and smoke bombs, wire for snares and traps along with poisons for many different uses. Ike is not about to be outdone and carries a bit too much at times. Makes his movement pretty loud at times.

The young man also has a huge assortment of disguises. He has collected elven clothing, dwarf armor, and even a human noble’s robes. Okay so he has plenty of pretty dresses too, but Jade Loraine is one his best disguises!

Personality:

Deluded. Ikezialthion “Nightfall” Midas the IV (nicknames include, but are not necessarily limited to Ike, Ikez, Zial, Thion, Nightfall, Althion, Midas or even the IV) believes he is the best out there. The way of the assassin is the only way for him and he is determined to get the bounties and complete his assignments. One could call him overzealous. He gets excited when on a mission and makes very elementary mistakes. When stalking his prey he will dash behind every corner, take every shadow to his advantage…but he will also make much noise while doing so. Sometimes going so far as to narrate his own movements. Now Ike doesn’t realize he is doing this, and will continue narrating even after being caught. Many times his parents, and even his targets, have told him to get a new job. Go be the bartender’s son like he should be and give up on the assassin joke, but it is very serious business for the young man. This is no game for him and he really is doing his best.

When off duty Ike has a great time meeting the ladies. At the beginning of the night he will only flirt with those he sees as gorgeous, he goes too far most of the time, trying to grope some beautiful lass and then he gets smacked. This drives him back to the bar and before you know it his standards have dropped and he’ll be flirting with old men and dogs. Ike would rather not go into the details of what he has found sharing his bed. Still he believes himself incredibly suave, a ladies’ man if you will. After all he is an assassin, a deadly killer. What lady wouldn’t love a young man like that? He believes he is a godsend and every woman truly wants to be with him, they just can’t admit it to themselves because they’re too ashamed.

Since he is an assassin he could care less for the knightly honor and pride. He’ll pull any tricks he can to get at his target, or get the girl. Some of his more ingenious skills include being a master of disguise. Ike is incredibly skilled at changing his voice and accent, having grown up in a bar he has heard many weird languages and he loves copying them. So he spends many of his days practicing new personas, going so far as to dress up like woman. After all…what target would be expecting a prostitute to be an assassin? He’s been a beggar, a foreign prince, you name it. Ike can actually disguise himself pretty well as it. He’s even done an elf and a dwarf before. So don’t underestimate his ability to blend in.

Ike is a coward at his core. There was one time he had a chance to take out a target and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The thought of killing someone disgusted him. Besides…he’s hemophobic (not to be confused with homophobic). Simply faints at the very sight of blood and runs at any chance of a real battle. He’s scared of dying and doesn’t think fighting people is worth it in the end, so he’ll always try to save his own neck. This is why he became an assassin. That way he doesn’t actually have to fight people, just sneak up on them and get rid of them. Then all the woman will love him, he’ll be a hero, and he doesn’t actually have to confront anyone. A romantic Ike will fall in love every other week. And every other week some girl breaks his heart, and he will run to his room and hide so he can cry in peace.

History:

It happens too often in these times. When a woman gives birth she not only gives new life, but gives her own life in payment. This was so with Mryian Midas. So Ikezialthion Midas the IV came into the world the youngest of four brothers and the unfortunate bearer of a name his father forced on him. Partly because Mryian wasn’t there to say no to it. His father was Ikezialthion Midas the III and very proud of it. He liked to have many people call him by his full first name or simply Midas. So young Ike grew up feeling guilty about his mother’s death and being harassed by older brothers. Still life wasn’t bad. His brothers looked out for him despite their teasing and he had a nice childhood. After all, his father ran an inn, so he was able to sneak some liquor whenever he wanted. That and he could hear such wonderful stories from all that came to visit! And oh how he would listen. While his brothers were off beating each other with sticks and playing knight young Ike would pull up a chair and listen to the stories of thieves…and even assassins. He was entranced and then began to practice on his own. While his brothers would spar Ike would set traps and hide on rooftops to strike. He would throw small stones, pretending they were daggers, and try to set snares to catch his brothers. More often then not Ike would fall from a roof and get caught in his own snare, but he enjoyed in anyways.

Turns out that when he reached twelve his older brothers had reached the stage in their life where they wanted to fight. So they joined the Imperial army and served as guards in Teirm. Not far from home, and yet so far from Ike. He didn’t understand why they wanted swords and everything else. Ike worked in the inn by that time, helping his father with orders and cooking. Even serving people when the serving girl was late or playing sick. He was actually a great cook, but he was bored. His father wanted him to take over the inn since his older brothers would be good soldiers from then on. But Ike had different plans and when he turned eighteen he ran away from home. There was no way he was going to be a barkeep! Giving himself the nickname, Nightfall, he was determined to become the greatest assassin of them all. He left Teirm and journeyed out into the real world…nearly killing himself in the process. So Ike travels, training himself and taking on jobs to become the famous assassin Nightfall. However…he has yet to cash in on a bounty. Has to make most of his money from odd jobs…usually working in an inn…

Roleplaying example:
Why hello there, you can just look at Pravus if you like

How did you find us?
I was taking a shower…and was suddenly struck with inspiration!!! There are so many assassins out there…what if one of them was truly horrid at his job? And therein lies the creation of Ikezialthion “Nightfall” Midas the IV, your worst nightmare! If you want a get a good night’s rest that is.

[Talon]

Name: Pravus Corripio

Age: 32

Race: Human

Appearance:



Pravus is the exact opposite of his brother when it comes to build. The only thing he has in common with Capio is his staggering height. However, where his brother is slim and fast Pravus is muscular and strong. He does not worry himself with being faster than his opponent, Pravus is patient and defensive. Though he cannot strike as smoothly and quickly as many he is incredible with his shield and armor. Small twitches help him block nearly every blow. This is made possible by the massive shield he uses and the large sword he uses with a single hand. Most men would need two to wield such a sword, but Pravus uses it with a single hand with ease. So the strong man gets in close to the attacker, absorbing blows and bringing his blade down to where even the most fleet footed do not have room to run. His armor would make most men fall to the ground, but it’s like a second skin to Pravus. Whereas Capio had newer high tech weave for quick movement and his double blade style Pravus relies on his strength to uphold armor. Since he works directly for Galbatorix this armor is heavily enchanted turning even brightsteel away. It is also enchanted to help with stand dragonfire, and it has been tested…against Shruikan himself. Pravus is like a tank and can drive a hole through the lines on his own. His armor is golden in color, but this is only the coloring used. Gold is incredibly weak and Pravus’ unique armor is made of the finest steel humans can use. It has many jagged edges and seems heavily decorated. However, most everything has a purpose for this Captain. The jagged edges lock in attackers’ blades, bringing them close to where Pravus can easily dispatch them.

His shield is nearly half his own height. Considering the gigantic size Pravus is this is no small shield. It weighs an incredible amount but it also provides amazing defense. This is a time and age where opponents may very likely have a dragon. Pravus has trained for this. He will not be simply lit on fire; he will be able to fight beyond such an attack. Both his shield and armor are heat resistant. All he has to do is hide behind the shield and weather the attack. Speaking of his sword it also has several jagged edges, once again to trap attackers. Pravus doesn’t try to dodge opponents; he brings them in to his fist or edge of his sword. The large sword he wields is decorated, but once again it is meant to be long and wide so that it can strike down any attacker before they can get out of range.

When he removes his helm he is no less intimidating. His eyes are a bright red, nothing like his brother’s cool icy gaze. No Pravus thinks Capio is weak and kind, and Capio was feared by many within Uru’baen. Where his brother might show kindness in his icy gaze Pravus simply has no sympathy for anyone. Though an excellent tactician on and off the field his men fear him. They serve without question and at a moment’s notice. Otherwise Pravus will see to their discipline and men have died from such a flogging. That red gaze can easily take down soldiers. There is a deadly fire in their light, something unearthly and incredibly unnerving. However, when it comes to hair color Pravus is exactly like his brother. The signature sign of the Corripio’s (along with great height) is incredibly bright orange hair. Not red or auburn, but a bright orange color. Pravus is not incredibly thrilled with this particular shade, but he lives with it and dares any to make mention of it. After all, he usually wears a gauntlet and he is not above striking the mouth of some snarky upstart.

Pravus always makes sure that he is clean shaven and his hair is neatly trimmed to a short length. He doesn’t let it stick up crazily like his brother. No he doesn’t let it touch his ears and keeps it under an inch. Pravus can’t be worrying about his hair during battle so it is necessary to keep it short. In order to keep up with wearing his armor he trains for nearly six hours a day. Three in the morning and three at night. In the morning he will go on a long run as well as do some sprints. Then he works on pull-ups, push-ups and anything else to build muscle. At night he wears full armor and practices sparring or routines over and over. Pravus trains like crazy and to exhaustion so that he will never tire before the enemy in battle. To put it simply Pravus is huge from all the training. He is at least 6’3” and every bit of him is muscle. His skin is nearly bronze from all the training outside though it is not quite as tan as it could be due to wearing his armor much of the day.

Personality:
Pravus is downright cruel. There is not a shred of sympathy or remorse within him. He has raided for the Empire before and he doesn’t distinguish between attackers and those simply standing in his way by accident. There is no pride to be heard of. Pravus’ pride comes from the success and thrill of battle. It is the thieves and assassins he sees as despicable. Dancing and flipping about. Pravus believes them to be cowards, silly little women with their throwing knives and poisons. He is a servant of Galbatorix and wishes to be met face to face. Knights that fight him one on one are the honorable people. Those that attack as a group are the smart ones, but those that try to backstab are the pathetic ones. If Pravus so much as hears rumors of an assassin or thief he will try to catch the miserable creature alive so that he can teach them what it means to be a man. Before he tears their heart out.

However, his troops respect him. Pravus expects perfection in discipline and one hundred percent effort every single day. His soldiers are to be feared. The Varden can do little to them, let the Vardeners serve under Pravus and they will know fear. Actual battle is fun for the soldiers in comparison to their training. Despite what some would think Pravus is not some large brute that can’t think. He is not wry or sarcastic. Humor is not his thing. But tactics and books are something he sees as essential. His soldiers are required to learn how to read and write, and once they do he makes sure to distribute books to them. He wants smart soldiers that think for themselves. And he requires the same from himself. Making sure to study at any chance he has. He reads about philosophy and more, but Pravus focuses on military strategy. He is incredibly good when it comes to planning as well. More so than even his brother Capio.

Much like his brother Pravus despises magic. He is thankful that Galbatorix can utilize it however as Pravus’ armor is incredibly guarded against magical attack. Hopefully long enough for Pravus to get close to any dirty little magic users. To him magic is cheating and silly. Stupid and cowardly. Let magic reinforce your armor or weapon, but killing a man with such dirty tricks is ridiculous. So Pravus hates utilizing little wizards in battle and refuses their service. That is, unless Galbatorix makes him.

History:
Pravus Corripio is the older brother of Capio Corripio and the son of Malus Corripio. As the first born of the Corripio brothers Pravus was quickly sent off for training and servitude to the Empire. Malus himself was a high ranking general in his day. A proud soldier given the title of Lord and some land for his service to the Empire. The Corripio’s are proud and strong family that are known for their lack of sympathy. So when Pravus was born he was made to struggle and work for everything. From a young age he was forced to fight for ‘survival’ despite the luxury the Corripio’s lived in. When the Empire allowed Pravus was sent for training as a knight. Needless to say he did incredibly well. His early struggles as a child had made him stronger than any of the other pages or squires. Pravus was the pride of his family setting an excellent example for Capio.

Pravus was knighted and continued to serve the Empire. His entire life has been one of training and servitude. He doesn’t know how to show sympathy, he was never given any and would never think anyone deserves it. Mercy makes you weak and too much pride and chivalry will get you killed. Pravus was trained to be an intelligent soldier and his constant struggles shaped him into the incredibly well trained machine he is today.

Since the war with the Varden Pravus has been on the front lines. At the battle of the Burning Planes he was leading in the charge along one side. Him and his men were tearing through the Varden ranks like a hot knife through butter. Unfortunately those on either side of him could not perform the same actions. Had Pravus pushed further on he would have been surrounded by the Varden as the sides of those supporting his men were pushed back. So Pravus simply held his line awaiting support and orders from the higher generals. He was infuriated when they had to retreat. Had everyone trained correctly, had they fought like him and his men they would have never been defeated. His rage was so great that he charged forward into the Varden ranks, decimating those before him. Unfortunately he got himself cut off from his own men and was nearly trapped by the Varden. Fortunately he realized his dire situation before his rage wore off and he fought back through to the fleeing Empire ranks. He nearly started attacking his own men. Furious to see them running from the field of battle without of him. As a matter of fact he did cut one such Empire soldier down and bellowed at the rest of his men to turn round and face the enemy. No one dared disobey, and they retreated in an orderly fashion from then on.

Pravus waits for the day when he can once again attack the Varden. Especially if they are aligned with the urgals. He absolutely loves the challenge the large Kull present. Humans have never been challenging and in them he sees something fun that he must be careful with. He could care less about the meeting. But he is in a rage at this new third party. Such an attack is the stuff of worms. He would love to get in close to those that would dare use spies and bombs.