Ladies' Charries

[Lady Nayeli]

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Color Code: E54C4C
I was given the name of
Nayeli
I was born in the winter
Eighteen Year Ago
My father and mother both brought me into the
Human World with a Empire Heart

I am a as my father would say a beautiful girl, though, he is my father I he would always say such a thing. I do not know if it is true, but I am sure I will find out from the first guy who actually looks at me and not at my ass or my breast. I am five foot, nine inches tall, even for a woman that is tall and most men would not look at me unless they were way taller then I was, but it does not matter, I could careless for men. I have long black hair, which is like silk and always pulled back into a braid, the bottom of the braid normally is touching my lower back. My eyes are a ice blue, from my mother, and they are cold, very cold, of course, my mother was the coldiest of bitches in this world in my pure opinion. My body is very skinny, giving me curves that men would die to touch, but those are my mothers words. My skin is very tan, of course, even though my family needs no reason to be outside because we are rich and rich women normally have pale skin, I spend my days with the men of the army, working on my fighting skills.

I do not wear dresses or pretty things, those things are the worst invention in the world, just giving men a way to get what they want without taking the clothing off. I do not wear dresses, I hate the idea of them. For my torso, I wear a tight tunic, which is long sleeve and normally black, holding leather on the elbow area so when I crawl I do not hurt them. Even I can have a little care for my arms when I am trying to be sneaking. I normally hold a dagger on my upper arm, strapped down and only able to come out from the force of being pulled from the sheath, which is strapped there. On my lower body, the place where men just love to look at, are normal pants, though they are a little tight around my ass, which is normally for some dresses. I have a belt around my waist, holding onto my sword and another dagger. I also hold onto something else that most do not have, a long cattle whip, which I took from our stable master. I have mastered the use of this cattle whip and can hit my target pretty well.

My sword is made by the best of the empire, even a slave elf from DuWeldenvarden helped, so it is pretry hard to make. My daggers, they are beautiful, pure silver, of course, my father had gold placed on the pommel a little. I love my father, he always gets me the good stuff, even though I don't need any of it. My whip was once just a normal brown whip, however, now it is all black, because of my own father and my want for nothing to be brown. I do not hid under a cloak, but I do have one. It is mostly because I hate rain and I only wear the hood of the cloak when it rains.


My father says I can be a real bitch, but I must say, that I completely agree with him. I can be nice when I want to be, but I try not to be. I get everything from my mother, since she is the same. I do not trust many people at this point in my life. I have been lied to many of times and honestly, trust is a worthless aspect on life unless the show that they will do anything to help you or fight with you, and even then, I don't think I could trust them. I can at least sat that I got something from my father, even though it is not very much in the first place. It is just something I learned from expeience mostly with the trust thing. Everytime I turned around, their was really no reason to be surprised that someone was there to kill you and you had known them for a while. I did not even trust people that I had known for years, my mother said it was because we were royalty of the empire.

Most people who are against me say I have no heart, well, even I say they are lying. Everyone has a heart, it beats in their chest, but everyone also has a heart that loves too and even I have one. I love my mother, she was the only one who really cared for me, and I loved my father, even though he was a stupid Knight for the empire who thought that he could get everything with money. I know my father was a cheater, that is why I don't care for him, but I do love him, he is the man who gave me life... Unfortunatly for me. I do care what happens to my mother, my little sister, but my older brother, he just left me and my little sister for my father and mother. I hate him, he has done nothing for me! He left his family and went right to the Varden, the no good bastard. I quit caring for him, in fact, I told myself that I would kill him.

The empire, it is a lovely thing that even I can see no problem with. It is the Varden who are stupid enough to think that they are better then use. I hate ever last Varden being that I come in contact with. I would love to see them all burn on a stick and smile as their children were forced to be empire and go into the front lines of our army. The Elves, the thought of making them slaves is a wonderful thing, but a few can stay free, as long as they are with us.


My mother says I was born in a wonderful time, during the winter in Urû'baen. Her mother had been the daughter of another Royal being, so she was set from the beginning and her father worked his way from foot soldier to knight and then asked for her hand in marrage, however, he was nothing but a man who wanted women for anything. Her mother quit caring after a while, but she still loved Nayeli's father for some weird reason. After they were married, she had one son named Turin. I came after him, given the name Nayeli, meaning Love, while his meant dragon. I never did like him, but then came my little sister named Leilani, meaning flower. My sister and I bounded quickly, but my brother just went to the army daily to receive his lessons.

At a early age I would fight with my mother about wearing the worthless dresses, honestly, I saw no reason to wear such things, as when I learned about sex and stuff, I just saw it as a easy way for men to get what they wanted. My sister was years younger then I was, so, she went to the dresses quickly. She loved dresses and wanted to dress in them all the time. When I was fourteen and my brother was eighteen, he left the family without warning, taking his stuff one night and bolting out of Urû'baen and south, to the Varden. I hated him after that, for he was a traitor and I thought I could trust him. My sister and I were left, my sister at the time was seven years old and she cried for nights wanting her brother. I however, plotted from that day in order to kill him.

At the age of Fifteen I went to my brother's old teacher and told him I was here to learn what I wanted to learn. I began training, working quickly to become one of the best in my opinion. My teacher told me that my brother was the best and it was a shame that he had to leave for the Varden. I did not care much, in fact, there was no point in talking about my brother at all, only plotting to kill him. My sister joined me when I turned eighteen, making her twelve years old, of course, by then, I had learned everything and she was just starting. I had no reason to stay in that city, so I left, traveling and picking up things as I sent along.

Before I left my father put money forth to have a sword and two daggers made just for me. I smiled at the thought when he told me and I watched as the best smith with a elf worked the metal to a beautiful sword. I then watched as the daggers were made and how things were done perfectly. On the day of recieving my sword the elf slave told me that great warriors would name thier swords and I could not help but smile. I looked at the beautiful sword, the silver that was so smooth and then looked at the daggers. I asked him if daggers were named also and he nodded to me. "Some give them the same name, because they are from the same." I looked at my swords and daggers and I wanted to give them three different names that all were close together. But in the end, I did not name them, could not think of anything.

After leaving I went to many different cities and such before I returned in order to help the King. I also wanted to try and get a dragon egg one day and offered to go to the Varden and steal some, just for the empire.

[Lady Nayeli]

Color Code: 4B63CD
I was given the name of
Turin
I was born in the Spring
Twenty Two Years Ago
My father and mother both brought me into the
Human World in the Empire's grasp, but I ran to the Varden

My mother once called me handsome, but then again, she calls my dad the same thing, so I think I remind her of my father and I don't think I want to be handsome in her eyes. I know most would want to be considered handsome or pretty in the eyes of their mother, but not me, I will pass completely. Anyway, I am about 6'2", so I guess you could say I am pretty tall, but I have seen a few taller people and elves also. I have dark brown eyes, coming from someplace, but I never really looked at my parents eyes, so I don't know if my mom had the eyes or my father. I have long black hair, mom always loved it, but she tried to keep it short, I hated it short, so I let it grow out when I left my home. I normally keep my hair pulled back in a braid, about like my two sisters do. How do you think they learned, I was the oldest. My skin is tan, showing the years that I stayed outside working.

I normally wear a pair of dark brown tunic, which has long sleeves, however, I sometimes go shirtless. I hate shirts, only wearing them when I am in the public or meeting and sometimes not even in the publis. Sometimes I am shirtless in the streets. I wear a pair of brown pants, which are pretty baggy, but they are held by a belt most the time. I like my normal clothing, unlike my family that are all about richness, in my opinion. My sister, Nayeli might be a little less loving of that richness, but I am not sure of that Leilani, my youngest sister, she might like the wealth. I have a brown wool cloak, which keeps the rain off me and I normally wear it a lot during the winter time, but during the summer, not so much.

When I was younger, my father had three blades made for me by the best. Two daggers and a sword, which I just loved. The sword was made by a smith and his slave elf. The Pommels of all three blades are silver, pure silver, held emerald gems, which laced through the silver work, and I kept them all polished and looking very nice. They are always on me, one of my daggers I keep in my boot and the other on my waist. My sword is always kept where I can get to is.


I once heard someone call me Sweet, but even I wonder who is lying and who is telling the truth. I know who I am, and I know I can be kind to everyone I met, but even I know that I have a hot temper and that I have many bad things about me. I am always wondering why people say I am a good guy, I might work for the Varden, but I am not a good guy, I just know what side is better then the other. I can be a true jackass and most people know this about me. I am always looking for someone to see that about me, but there is just something in me that makes me show compassion for others. I have no idea why, so don't ask why.

If there is one things I find annoying it is those people who are heartless, about like my sister, Nayeli. She says she has a heart, but once you looked at her, you can tell she is heartless. She can kill without thinking twice, I could not, well, let me take that back. When it comes to empire soldiers, I could kill easy, but then I thought about the fact that I took someone's son or daughter away from them. It is easy to find myself thinking about them sometimes, I even I have nightmares about the younger men, the older men, I could careless. I have been women and men fight in this war and I find myself being very kind to the woman on my side.

I doubt I could be kind of my sister though, she is a heartless beast and I think I would be very happy when I saw her dead. I like the idea, but even I know I would be very upset once she was dead. She is still my sister, no matter what I say.

So my father brought me into the world, where the men of Urû'baen were leaving left and right to join the Empire's forces or running away to Surda. It was just another life in this land, of course, I had a upper hand advantage, I was royal... My mother had been the daughter of another Royal being, so she was set from the beginning and my father worked his way from foot soldier to knight and then asked for her hand in marrage, however, he was nothing but a man who wanted women for anything. My mother quit caring after a while, but she still loved my father for some weird reason. After awhile, I, Turin came into the world. Four years later came Nayeli and then seven years after her came Leilani, my youngest sister, who I love greatly. My name meant dragon and Nayeli meant love. Leilani's own meant flower and she was my favorite out of my sisters. She was the youngest.

I remember when my sister was fighting over earing dresses I was learning the basic of being a great warrior. My father, as stupid as he was, wanted me to be a great warrior and become great friends with the king of the empire. But as I grew up, I saw how wrong thee empire was. I was learning from a great swordsman, but he had a elf in his presence and every time I was with them, the elf entered my own mind. We would talk the whole time and he would help me in my lesson. When I was eighteen and my sister, Nayeli was fourteen, the elf told me about the Varden, showed me when the King had killed a rider for his dragon. I knew I did not want to fight for the Empire and I ran during the night, taking my father's best horse and run south with my stuff. I never knew what happened to that elf, I can only hope that he got away. I heard that my sister wanted me dead and that she had also started to learn from my old master and was becoming a great assassin.

I knew I was a great fighter and I believe I could of easily taken her on, however, I have yet to see her come around my home in Surda and I doubt she ever will until she comes in with a huge army. I did only hope for one thing, that my youngest sister would not be a empire girl, that she would be smart. I lived in the Boer Mountains with the Varden for a while and then Eragon came around and I got to help them out. I got a home in the Capital of Surda, since I did have some kind of Royalty in my blood and I helped the Varden in more then fighting ways. I had money, I could hlep them out big time.

[Lady Nayeli]

Color Code: E3E086
I was given the name of
Nasuada
I was born in an Unknown Season
Twenty Years Ago
My father and mother brought me into the
Human Varden World

My father always told me I was beautiful, though I am humble and I do not believe that I am, I am just a girl who tries to keep myself held high and show that I care about myself and others around me. I am about five foot nine inches tall, my hair is always pulled up into some kind of design, but other then that, I am pretty much plan besides my dresses. I try to keep wearing dress, I never wear pants unless I am riding a horse into battle, but then I do have some kind of dress on over it, slit up both sides. I normally have a pair of very nice boots on or dress shoes, which slip on and off my feet with ease.

My skin is very beautiful in the eyes of many, but I don't care of they believe. My skin is ebony color, dark brown, which helps my people in the desert, but my father came to the varden for a reason. My eyes are the shape of almonds, my eye color is brown also, but they hold a golden tint to them. My lips are plump and lush, pretty in all things. My hair is black, mossy feeling if it is touch, but always kept in a design, as stated before. I do not know why people believe I am beautiful, for I am just a woman, trying to become a leader for the varden.

I have two daggers that I have at all times, both on my waist, unless they must be hidden, which they are then hidden in the sleeve of my shirt or on my pants or in the boots, since I barely wear pants. I also have a sword, but I never have it on me unless I am in the battle field, if I must have it on me at all.


I never knew my mother, but my father side I am like her, but how do I know if he is telling me the truth. He said I was always a forceful young lady, always wanting the things done the correct way and not the inproper way. He said that I was always brave, always doing something daredevil like climbing up a tree and jumping from a branch to the ground. He called my Charismatic, which I am guessing you can call me hyper, but at the same time, I know what to do in the situation.

I remember my father always having the right thing to do, always knowing what to do. I wanted to be like him. The people who my father knew always said I was just like him, able to think quickly and help the Varden. I know how the Council tries to keep me from using all of my leadership ability that I know my father gave me. After my father's death, I took his place, quickly thinking of ways to continue my father's mission, which meant sending the varden to Surda. I developed a deep relationship with Saphira and Eragon, and among the Varden I became Lady Nasuada, though I did not want such a title. Princess Arya and I have had a very good relationship as well as Orik, the Dwarven King.


My life has not been all fun and games, but I know how my life has been. I was born to the Ajihad, a wonderful man who raised me, my mother was never there. He told me about the wandering tribes, about how my mother had been a part of it, but I never knew her, for we came here after my birth. However, my mother was the cousin of Sagabato-no Inapashuna Fadawar, a warlord over many of the wandering tribes. I knew I was born in the empire, though I do not know why, for no one has ever told me such things.

I had lived in Tronjheim, the might dwarf city located in the Beor Mountains. This was where I was raised and taught by the people of the Varden. I had known Brom from a long time, had seen him work with my father and Ayra, who helped me learn many things. My father was the leader of the resistance movement known as the Varden. My father knew wanted me to fight, but at the same time he allowed me to learn to fight, able to defend myself. During the battle of Farthen Dûr, my father told me not to fight, however, I went and fought with the archers, however, I found out that my father rage could be worse then anything, but in the end, it was worth the fight.

However, after the battle, my father was killed by the urgal and the councils, believing I would listen to them, made me the successors of my great father, making me the leader of ther Varden. I was a master of my own mind and had Eragon and Saphira swear their allegiance to me, however, it was their own chosings and they gave their support to me. I am the leader of the Varden and the Council can only try and use me as their puppet for it will not work, for I am smarter then they believe.

I at first, did not want to be the leader of the Varden, for it meant my father was dead and the Varden people did not accept me as their leader. I finally knew that I was leader and the people accepted me because of my leadership abilities. I was able to see that we could make money by making lace and selling it to the people of Surda. I also had Elva, a child that had been cursed by Eragon, who had attemped to help the child, at my side, after a attempted assassination of myself.

When I noticed that our resources were running low I had the Varden begin to move, packing their things and asking King Orik, a friend of father, to help with move if they wished. He agreed that they would help and I thanked him as much as I could. After we moved to his city in Surda, the Army of the empire showed their want to fight and we fought our first major battle in the Burning Plains, along the Jeit River. After many hours of debated and many hours before the battle, Eragon, beautiful in all forms, joined us with his beautiful dragon, Saphira. Elves also joined use in the battle, where we found that Martagh had also become a dragon rider for the Empire. It pained my heart, but nothing I could do but try and defeat him.

The Kulls and Urgals all came in order to make peace and after many days we made peace and they helped us. After the peace was made I had to have hangings done and the whipping post was brought out, it was hard to use such things, but we did. Then I had to be a part of Fadawar and I was victorious, my arm was scared and in pain, I did not allow them to heal my body, for I knew better then that. I wore short sleeves or elbow sleeve so I could show the pain that I had gone through. The wandering tribes helped up now and we had more to fight for our cause, but with the pain, I was unable to fight because of my arms. I hated not to be able to fight, but I was with them in spirit. I asked later on it Eragon would visit the wounded and saw that it helped their moral.

After the capture of Feinster I found out about the heart of heards and asked Eragon to find them. I have heard many things about how Eragon and I have a thing going on, but it is such a lie. I know how many think I and the King of Surda will be married, but I am not sure such a thing will happen since I only see such a thing as a friendship, nothing good for a marrage. I had always believe I and Murtagh had a special thing, but I only found out it was a lie and now he is with the empire, such a thing will never happen.

[Lady Nayeli]

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Color Code: A92929
Nayeli gave me the name
Osiris
I was born in the spring
One Day ago(Hatchingling)
I was given the feelings of a
Male
I am nothing more then a
Dragon

People gawk at me, my scales are a black color, shiny and hot in the sun and annoying at times... Very annoying at times. My nose holds a spike that curves back slightly, allowing me to hook almost anything I want to and pull it back. It is very good to grab another dragon. My claws are long and curved down slightly, allowing me to grip nearly anything. I also hold a toe on all of my feet, which is pointed backwards, allowing me to climb down something instead of up. I have spikes that run down my back and at my shoulders I hold what looks like a saddle like area and rocked rock looking spikes that can be used as steps. On my tail, I have what looks like a spear, sharp and ready for use. I hold not black eyes but ice blue, making me look very different then most.

Others run from me, Mostly because of what I am and who I work for, though I can not help that, I am unable to do anything unless my riders or that King allows. I feel like a normal slave to the king and I hate feeling chained because that is how I feel. I am quit to point that out to my rider, weather I am in a good mood or a bad mood. I hate my life, not my rider, my life. I want to be free... Free from everything and everyone! I do not want to be told what to do unless instructed to by my rider. I want to be away from the king and this stupid empire that my Rider serves heartlessly for.

I am very protective over my rider, knowing that in my heart I would kill for her. I hate watching her being told what to do by that good for nothing king, but I sit tight and wait to express myself once I am only with her. I know that one day I will get away from this place, I don't know why I feel that way, but that is all I want. I am easily angered by things that annoy me, like the king or others who believe it is right to serve him. I know what is right and the king is far from right, but I keep my mouth shut.

Wow, they call it a history, but I was just in a egg, but I remember many things, I could feel the thoughts of other, hear them speak to me even while I was in my eggs hundreds of years ago. My mother, from the images I saw from others, was a beautiful ice blue dragon, nearly white and her eyes were the same, possible where I get my own.
Her name was Janan, meaning Heart in some language, but I knew she was kind and wonderful, from the minds of others. She was so strong, her riders was wonderful also, a young man she had fallen in love with. My father, from what my mother's thoughts held, was a black wild dragon she had met during a hunting trip, which was weird. He was there for only a split second and then gone.

I did not know if I had brothers or sister, but I am sure I do. My mother fought in many battles during the fall and I remember seeing images from others how the King was like a slave driver, in my personal opinion. I did not like the king, he was evil and it scared me as I was only a being in my protective jail until I met my own rider. I felt the thoughts coming through me and then one of anger as I felt my mother's presences. Her rider had been killed and she was going out after them after she could fly again. She left only two days later and I never saw her again. She had been a beautiful dragon, but now she was gone... Forever...

Not long after that... Well, many hundreds of years after that, I felt I was being moved, presences around me that I did not like, so I blocked my memory until I felt the presence of a dragon... The King's Dragon. I did not like the king, I did not want to be his slave, so I placed my mind in a cave like, not coming out until I felt the soft touch of a presence I seemed to fall in love. I awoke, I broke free and now I feel like I am once again a slave to this king I hate so much. I can do nothing until my Rider see the slavery state we are in. I can not speak to her about it, for she feels so strongly about working for the King, to defeat the Varden.

[Lady Nayeli]

Color Code: 1B9B54
I was given the name
Shayna
I was born in the Spring
Seventeen Years Ago
My mother and father brought me into
The Human Realm of the Northern Empire Land, but I am a Varden Horse Trainer & Assassin

My father always called me beautiful, though I am not very sure, but I take the complement. My body has a very beautiful, as my father said with curved that all the mean of the Empire would want to touch, but he would never allow that to happen. My eyes are steel blue, like ice and hard, not many can read my emotion, which allows me to hide a lot of things from others. My head is covered in long, nearly white, blond hair that I keep braided nearly all the time, or sometimes, I allow it to hang loose, depending on my mood. My face has a very beautiful completions, but I also hold the scar from fighting with people. Along my right cheek is a knife mark, a scar which has healed leaving me with what some would call ugly. I try to keep others from reading my emotions, it has worked pretty well over the years. My teeth I take good care of, cleaning them when I can and normally with water and stuff.

My shoulders are squared, from years of working, but I am still very delicate looking. My arms are very strong, showing the muscles that I have developed from years of working with animals, but also, from working my body to be the assassin I wanted nothing more then to be. My body is small, my ass is small and so are my breast, but I am still pretty I guess. I am 5'6" and 124lbs. My hips curve with my body and most men who have seen me look at me with lust in their eyes, but when I makes them look at my face they see the meanest I holds towards most people.

I do not like wearing the clothing that normal women wear, like dresses and skirts, to me, that is just tell the men to come and get some. No, I like pants, which show off the small ass that I have and flare out at the knee and then a skin tight tunic, which are long sleeves. Since I use a bow and arrows, I have leather that I sometimes wear on my arm so the tight sting does not hurt my arm. I also have two daggers, which sit on my hip. I do not carry a sword, since I am not very good with swords, but when it comes to daggers and arrows, I am very good at using them. I wear a pair of brown boots, which are mostly hidden over the flare that goes over my feet. I travel in a brown cotton cloak, which I keep in great shape and holds a hood. It is very thick, meant for traveling around and keeps me dry most of the time.

I am pretty fast on my feet, with very little grace or care, most of the time. I can be rather stealthy when it comes to being unseen, so most people have been known to call my 'Nightwalker'. I don't understand why, since I just use the shadow and most the time, my attacks are during the day and I am pretty good at doing it also. I am pretty good and keeping my bow silent when I shot, but it take a lot of work to make the string silent. My daggers stay on my hip, unless I am right at the target and then I take it out. When I fight, I am always thinking about the fight and nothing more, making my movements during a fight nearly flawless, but I know there is always something wrong. I have heard a few whispers from people who say I am part elf, but last I checked I was not born half elf.

When I was young, mother called me sweet, but I am so different from that, completely different then that. I am so hard to understand, at least, that is what I have been told. My father is the one who raised me after my mother died and he taught me to be respectful to others and caring to the old. I am very sweet to all who deserve this treat me, such as friends and family. I am a very hard worker and I try not be selfish at all, but even I know that I can be a very selfish person. I love my family and my life... To a point I guess you could say. I never did like the life after my father died, it was full of new things to deal with and I knew it was time to become a little different.

After my father's death, or well, let me change that... Murder, my heart went completely black and I hated all who did not show complete respect or at least show they are worth my trust. I became very cold, very different, and people who knew me saw the difference and they began to fear me a little and I kind of liked it. Before my father's death, they called both of use thieves and I did not like it, I found the people and took out the revenge in which my heart wanted. I chose to move away, to another city, close to the Surda border. I moved my horses and I sold them as I moved. I traveled all over the empire, meeting others and perfecting my skills as best I could. I am very protective of myself, yea, I know self centered, completely, but when I don't trust anyone, it is kind of easy to get a little self centered.

So, may life has been a little crazy, though it started out okay, being born to a horse trainer and a house wife. We lived in Furnost, where my mother was a outcast and my father a man who had lived in the home all of his life. My father had always wanted a large family, with plenty of children to help with the business he had, but I had no brothers nor sisters, because when I was only two years old, my mother grew ill, dying soon after the illness hit. My father was heartbroken, but as it went on, the heart brake when away and he looked after me and I grew to be just as tough as him. I started to work hard on the farm as I grew older, watching how he worked the horses and spoke to him, I wanted to be just like him. He would garden and talk to the plants, saying that they understood, but even I don't know how well that works out, but we always had food, which was always good.

As years went by I was taught how to work with horses and gardening. While she worked in the garden he would work the horses and then he would sell them and buy more. He enjoyed the work and I loved to watch as the days went on. I would clean the house in order to have guest over to buy or look at horses. My father was always willing to feed people who traveled far for the horses and I enjoyed meeting them. As a gift for my hard work, though I did not believe it was hard, he purchased a Frisian Colt and trained him for me and then handed him over to me. The horse earned the name Saxon and I took the best care of him.

When my fifteenth birthday, the town that I had lived in for so long became my enemy quickly, calling my father and myself thieves, saying we stole the horses that we trained and raised. My father was not a fighter, he did not like it and he would not allow fighting. He ignored them, sold and trained just as much. I was growing angry, though I did not care how much my father wanted me to stop growing angry, I just did. To please my father I went with him and tried to stay calm. I decided only a week later to go hunting, since my father was having to work with a horse extra hard. I was gone for just a few days and then returned to my house torn apart and my father's body laying in the corral.

My father was killed because the town believed him a thief and because no one could find proof, some of the young men decided to take it into their own hands. I thought that the people accusing would just let it move on, but when they killed, I knew they had gone to far and I took it into my own hands.

I was terrified, but I knew who had done it. My anger was too much to control and I rode into town on Saxon, finding the men with ease and killing them all within twenty four hours. I left not long after that, selling the last three horses and taking mine and my father's, a large bay draft horse named Nixon. I left town, going south just north of Surda and living there, taking in everything I could before I left the Empire and went into Surda for good. I was done with the empire.

[Lady Nayeli]

Color Code: 831F83
I was given the Name
Pylar Shaelol
I was born in the summer
Three Hundred & Sixty Years Ago
My Mother & Father both brought me into the
Elven Heart with a Varden Soul

My mother always called me a strong älfa, I guess I was strong, though, most mothers would say that about their own son. It was not very surprising to me at all. I grew up an only children, with a few other children around, but it was rare and far between to see others like me. I became six feet, five inches tall, like my father. I was blessed with my father’s long, black hair, that was as smooth as any älfa’s hair. I liked my hair, keeping it pulled back into a tight pony-tail and during times of war, making sure I had eagle feathers imbedded in the strands. Mom said it made me look like a slight savage, since when I fought, I fought with no armor, but only a pair of pants on and no shoes since I hated the feeling of them on my feet. My skin, though, naturally pale, is slightly darker then most elves because I used magic to make it seem tanner and such. I did not like the pale look, since I wanted to look like I worked outside, which I did more then most elves. My shoulders had always been slightly squared, showing the muscles that grew along my upper back, arms, and neck area. My chest is very toned, along with my abs, which are a six pack and very detailed. I do not really show them off, but I hate to wear shirts.

My legs are strong from run all the time, which has helped my endurance. When I started my training at a young age, I was always running, though for many months, I lost, I built up my leg muscles and pushed myself harder and harder, working to better myself as a elf and a warrior. During this time, I was always getting in trouble for not wearing a shirt or any form of armor. I hated the feeling of anything on my back. I always wore a pair of brown pants, never black or any other color unless I had to. If I wore any form of shirt, it was long sleeve and never anything fancy, which I truly hate! I also barely wear anything around my neck, unless I was told that it was a must. I do not wear jewelry, except for one article… A ring that holds a small purple stone in it, with my named around the stone. The ring was made by my mother so that I could store energy in it. I also hold a long sword, completely silver, except for the pommel, which is slightly darker and holds a purple gem on the ends of the hand guard and on the very end of the pommel, in circles. I also hold two daggers which look the same but smaller.

I move with a gentle elegance, like all elves like me, but I try to be a little less elegant and ’beautiful’, as some would call it. I don’t like being known as that. I wanted to be known as ramr, not naunen! I am a warrior, not some sissy älfa-kona! I move with great pride, not afraid to fight and ready to be loyal to my home, my family, my friends, and the elves that I have grown to love.

I do however, have my own marking that I have placed on myself during my years, and some that I unwillingly wanted. My first scar was nothing short of my first stupidity moment, where I allowed a blade to make contact with me. I was only 150 years old and I had gone out on a mission for my Queen to find a lone elf who had been causing problems. I did not listen to my training and I ended up with a blade driving into my back, though he was not dead on. I was still able to fight, but I was near death when I got to my home in Ellesméra. My second came when I was 200 years old, but this was no scar, it was a marking I had placed on my skin. I placed it on my shoulder and it looked like the head a wolf, howling into the sky, with a spear behind the beast, and the moon. I had placed it there right before trouble began to boil, but it was something I had always wanted for myself. My last and most recent was from the dragon wars, where I fought along side many riders and watched as each of them died before me. It was across my finely tone chest, where one of the dragons that were against took his claws and missed me by only inches. Well, I say missed, he wanted to hit me full force, but only clipped me with his massive claw.


My father called me a true warrior, which I guess could be called true. I am a quiet elf, not normally talking unless I am talked to. It is just not my nature to walk up to someone and put my hand out and say, ”Hello, I am Pylar!” Sorry friend, don’t count on that one any time soon. I am way different then most elves, who are bubble and full of hyper energy. I would rather burn my energy by running, then dancing around with my hands in the air, yelling and singing at the top of my vocals. To me, that is one way the elf nation truly embarrasses me. I am thankful that most of them only dance and sing like that in the privacy of the forest. I just don’t like attention, it is something I would rather stay far away from, but most the time, it is unavoidable. I hate to be gawked at, it is one of the most annoying things in the world, but after nearly 150 years of it, I guess I really have gotten use to it. I am not very fond of it, but I have to live with it, humans don’t get a chance to see elves much, well, they didn’t get to see elves much and now they got a chance.

I am actually am a really nice guy, just sometimes wish people would leave me alone. It gets rather annoying when people come up to you for no reason just to have a conversation about the sky. What is the point? It is the sky, no reason to get all emotional about it. I don’t get mad very easy, like I use to do. There is just no point in getting mad, I mean, really? What is the point if you can’t do a damn thing about it. There is honestly no point in it and if you can tell me a good point, then I might help you out a little, or well, I may get mad a little. I am pretty much just a mellow guy, not need to get mad and don’t think I don’t have emotion. I keep things plain and blank until I can trust you and then you may get a laugh out of me.


Wow, kind of amazing what can happen, over three hundred and sixty years. I was born to Eilaezalai, my mother and to Sholos, my father. My mother took on my father’s family name of Shaelol, and also took on the same ring, which my father made for her as a symbol of their unending love. After pronouncing their love for each other, the two became conceived with me, their first and only child. They were so happy to know that I would be their child, their hearts were filled with much joy, and I could not blame them. There was only five other elf children during this time, but I did not know them, we were few and far between.

I grew up in the Silverwood Forest, close to today’s Surda. During that time, there was no empire and their was no Surda and most everyone lived in peace. My father was a great fighter and protector of the Silverwood Forest, though many looked up to him as a kind of Leader, he never played such a role. He lead many young men deep into the now empire lands searching for any dragon eggs that belong to wild dragons, hoping see if any could be used for possible rider’s dragons. My father normally came out with at least one egg given to him by a dragon and then he took it to where the other eggs were kept.

As I grew and was able to do more then just be a child, my father started training me by himself, allowing me to learn how to do magic carefully and also how to handle a sword. When I turned 25, I went to the Forest up north and started my training with the other elves my age. I ran daily, working my leg muscles, but I kept to myself more and more. I did not want to be social much, my friends were all down south, near the sea and where the weather was always warm, the north forest was much colder then I was use to. But there was something there I always liked… The presence of the dragons! I had loved them, wanted to be a part of the league, but knew deep down that no dragon would chose me. I was not rider material, but I could always help.

During the time when the eggs chose their riders, I was there to watch all the time. I watched as the elder riders came out and present a egg to a few young people, humans and elves alike, and then after a moment, took the eggs back and waited to see which ones would hatch. Sometimes, they would all hatch, other times, they never hatched. It all depended on the dragon and I got to see it. During my time in the Northern Forest, I was sent on my first lone mission, to find a lone elf and bring him to the Queen… Dead or Alive… I was hoping for more along the lines of alive, but he was the first to attack me and I was left with my nasty scar to show it.

I spend weeks healing from this wound and my teachers lectured me on the importance of wearing more then just my pants. I still only wore pants, the feeling of a shirt on my back only caused annoyance. I had been raised in the south, where the weather is warm and humid, where the women wore very skimpy things and the males wore only their pants. It was something I had been born into. During my time of healing, I also working on magic a little, making sure I could the minor things to help me. When I had to clean out my wound, I worked on my water magic, when I had to light a candle, I worked on my fire. It was simple stuff, but still took the energy from me.

Not long after my attack, my mother presented me with something I had not expected… A beautiful silver ring that held a purple stone. On the ring held my name around the gem and I felt the energy running through the gem. I put it on with ease and during the rest of my training the whole group of others admired my ring. I did not mean to show it off, it kind of just happened. I trained with it daily, stored energy in every night before I rested and every morning before I ate my meal, since the meals restored most of my energy. I wanted to get all the energy I could stored up in this ring and never use it until I had no other chose but to use it. It would be when my body was near death, that was my plan.

After I finished my training, I returned to the Silverwood Forest, helping my father with his mission to find more dragon eggs. I hoped that during this quest one might hatch for me, but one never did. My mother stayed at home, helping with the other families and working on the community garden that everyone helped with. In the evening, I would normally go out there and help. My mother taught me more about plants and herbs then anything in this world, she would show me each thing about them and tell me how to talk to them. It was amazing watching her work with the plants and I wish I had her skills with such things.

I was 270 when things started going down. Galbatorix had lost his dragon, nearly everyone had heard of it and I had going back to the Northern Forest in order to help with anything. I had heard that he had demanded for another dragon, wanting to be the dragon rider that he was… However, he was denied and I was slightly happy for such a thing. I watched as everything cooled down for a few months, until the word came to Du Weldenvarden. A dragon rider had been killed and his dragon was bonded to Galbatorix… I was furious, as were many of the elves where I was. I ran back down to Silverwood Forest. I knew that war was coming, I just had this feeling that came with being a elf. Not a sixth sense, but the forest was very tense and everything was going down.

Galbatorix had gained support to over throw the council and the killings began. I watched as many dragons and riders were killed one by one. The elves armed themselves, ready for a battle. But, it failed… Galbatorix new the places to attack… My home was attacked, our homes burnt and the crops we had grown. My mother and father dead outside there home… No one was alive! It was his fault and I swore that I would one be the end to him. I watched as every dragon disappeared and soon only Galbatorix was left. For years I stayed in the Northern Forest, waiting to do something. When the Varden was formed, I was one of the first to support them and help them in all I could.

I, however, kept returning to the Silverwood Forest to try and rebuild, but no one came with me. I was left to work there alone and make it the home I had always wanted. I tried to bring others back, but no one came. So, I stayed alone, grew a small garden and at times even went deep into the forest hoping to find some trace of wild dragon… Only the nesting areas were left, though messy and unknown.

Then, Eragon came… A many others began to come! The Varden began to fight more and people were rejoicing! I saw the good and returned to the Northern Forest to figure out what I could do. I wanted to help! I knew I could help! I helped the varden a lot, but on one of my travels back to Silverwood Forest, I was intercepted by a shade and ten soldiers, taking to the Prison and set there for weeks. I hated it, did everything I could to think of a way out, but nothing could be done. Until, a young lady and her dragon came and asked me to be a part of a plot… Though, I was told not to say a word by the dragon and I obeyed. I was to act like her slave, along with another female elf.