Oromis

[Angmor]

Name: Oromis
Age: Over 800
Race: Elf

Appearence:

Standing at about 6' 3", Oromis is rather tall for an elf, his height punctuated even more by an unwavering straight-backed posture. Rather than rob him of motor control like the human elderly, his extreme age has slowed him down very little, instead adding a weight of stately elegance to his speech and movements, like an aged tree bending in the wind. After slowly infusing himself to countless small spells and enchantments to prolong his life, his frame now remains lean and supple, almost able to be described as skinny, but still capable of impressive feats of strength and flexibility. Aside from a few subtle wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, his face too remains the typical angular visage of his kind, complete with sharp, hawk-like nose, pronounced cheekbones, and the tapered ears of his race. His eyes are what true separate him from other elves. It is sometimes hard to tell what color they are, residing somewhere between green and blue, with one shade or the other becoming more prominent depending on the light. Whatever their color, it is these that truly reveal the depth of his age and wisdom, as if the weight of the ages lie behind his gaze.

In clothing, Oromis can now usually be found wearing a simple, loose robe, woven of the purest snow white cloth. The only adornment usually to be found about his person is a beautiful jeweled belt of spun gold, fashioned in the likeness of Glaedr's scales, given to him as a gift from another Rider in the murky ages past. To this, very occasionally, is fastened Naegling, the sword given to him in his youth by Rhunon soon after he became a dragon Rider.

Personality

Of all the words to describe Oromis' manner, temperate would perhaps be the best. After living for so long, he has had many ages to think reflect over many subjects, and to come to complete terms with his convictions, his past actions, and his identity. Because of this, he is nearly impossible to anger or upset by word or deed, almost always patient and soft-spoken in the face of argument or conflict. Even so, the long years have life have also placed a shadow of melancholy over his outward demeanor. Having endured the loss of every friend he has known from his old life and witnessing countless defeats has burned away all but the slightest shred of idealism within him, giving him a very bleak view on death and the afterlife.

This sorrow is compounded by the constant weight of responsibility that rests upon him. Being the last of the old Dragon Riders save for Galbatorix himself, it has fallen to him to train the next generation of the old order, starting at first with Eragon and now with several other students. Oromis must now live with the constant fear that his teachings will not take hold, resulting in the death of a pupil, or worse, in their corruptions. He must always consider how to avoid the mistakes of the old order to which he belonged, therefore concentrating far more in his teachings on the moral use of power rather than the techniques for acquiring it. He can only hope that his teaching will set his students on the right path, to become the next enforcers of justice and peace to Alagaesia.

History:

The life of Oromis has carried him into the orbit of many great figures and into the path of great events, making him like a minor star in the center of all the vast constellations of legend.
He was born in Osilon in the years that were the hieght of the Rider's power, he grew up at first like any other elf of the time.Until of course the age of twenty.
It was at this age where it was tradition for elven children to go and touch the dragon eggs that were given by the wild dragons to be bonded with Riders, in accordance with the ancient pact laid down by Eragon the first. It was then that an egg hatched under the young Oromis' hand, sealing his destiny forever. Almost before he knew what was happening, he and his dragon were whisked off to the island of Vroengard, to the citadel of Doru-Aereba to begin his training as a Dragon Rider.

Throughout the next several hundred years, Oromis and Glaedr rose within the ranks of the order, traveling together to some of the farthest corners of Alagaesia and beyond on missions of negotiation and peace, acting as ambassador and mediator, warrior and judge. After reaching a seasoned age and acquiring a wealth of experience and wisdom, he and Glaedr retired from such active duty, becoming masters and teachers of new students. Not too long after this, Oromis was afforded the tremendous honor and responsibility of taking a seat in the Rider's High Council, sitting among such legends as Vrael himself, discussing decisions of policy and morals. It was from this seat that he watched the rise of a particular human Rider, one whose name would soon be known by all in the land. He was among the council quorum that voted against allowing Galbatorix a dragon to replace the one killed by urgals as the cost of his arrogance. It was one of Oromis' closest friends that was later treacherously slain by the future king, along with the young student who had helped him. And it was Oromis who later called off the search after the murderer fled into mystery, not to be seen again until it was far too late. It was not long after this Galbatorix and Morzan affected their theft of a dragon hatchling, fleeing to an evil place to gather strength in the forbidden arts. After several years, they emerged from hiding for the last time, ready to wreak vengeance on the Rider order , waging the war that would soon be its downfall.

For Oromis and Glaedr, the last battle came in the fight over Doru Araeba, in the desperate defence of the final outpost of the Riders. It was in this fierce battle that Glaedr's left foreleg was severed by a cruel blow from the sword of one of the Foresworn, knocking Oromis from the saddle. Half blind with pain and unable to fight, the elf was soon captured by the Forsworn, and taken to the newly named city of Uru-Baen to be tortured and interrogated. Glaedr, however, eluded the same fate, managing to trick his enemies into thinking he was dead. Because of this, he was able to engineer Oromis' escape from captivity, fleeing with the elves to the secret fastness within the Guarding Forest.

After this, it was a time of great decision for Oromis and Glaedr. As far as they knew, they were now among the very last of their kind. The world they had both grown up in had disappeared nearly over night, being replaced by a new regime. Worse, with his time in captivity, something was broken within Oromis, suddenly rendering him unable to use magic, save for some of the most minor spells he had ever learned. That along with Glaedr’s injury made them little more than a liability on the battlefield, and so unable to mount a resistance to Galbatorix’s new Empire. That task would have to be left for others. It was only when they learned of the three dragon eggs that Galbatorix had managed to save that the answer became clear. The night after the news reached them, Oromis was greeted by a vivid dream, an image that he later decided was a premonition. In the dream, a new dragon Rider rose up like a candle struck amid the darkness. The darkness was however stronger, threatening to extinguish the new Rider, and so crush all hope.
That night, he and Oromis came to a decision. One day, a new Rider would arrive, and he or she would be in need of knowledge to stand against the power of Galbatorix.
If they were useless as fighters, then they would become teachers.

For the next hundred years, they set about preparations for just such an event. Fearing that the day might not come soon enough, Oromis became to layer his body with countless tiny spells, prolonging his life in the hopes that he would not die before he could pass on his knowledge to another.
The wait was agonizing.
Throughout their exile, they were forced to scry the land for news of the war, watching in tormented helplessness as the people they were sword to protect suffered and died at the hands of the insane king with them unable to help. Glaedr especially felt like a coward, even though he knew what they were doing was right.

At last, after they had almost given up hope, scrying the efforts of the Varden at last revealed to them Eragon and Saphira, the dragon and Rider that had been foretold in the dream so very long before. His heart suddenly alight with hope, Oromis was able to assist the young Rider even before they met, entering the boys mind and driving away the spirits of Durza the shade. Not long after this, Eragon and Saphira came to them at last, and so began the great task that Oromis and Glaedr had waited for so long.
The task, however, would be at first quite brief. Far sooner than Oromis liked, his new students were called away into battle, assisting in the Battle of the Burning Plains. This, however, would prove to be the greatest turning point since Galbatorix rose to power. Eragon there discovered the eldunari of Veroan, one of the oldest dragons to have lived. At last, the new cache of eggs was discovered, coming to both the Varden and the Empire in equal measure. Suddenly, Oromis and Glaedr found themselves with the possibility of even more students to teach. Their endless wait had paid off, far greater than they had ever imagined. They were the very last of the old Dragon Riders. But these students would be the first of the new.

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[Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress]

OH SNAP. Well, I would never have expected LESS of our illustrious admin... -bows down and worships- I KID. But seriously. XD It's an awesome bio. So, duh, ACCEPTED.