ZILYR {{DOOONE}}

NAME: Zilyr Armia the silent-fingered
ALIAS:Zilyr [zil'lerr] 
AGE: 18 
GENDER: male 
STANDING outsider 
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight 
 
LIKES:, 
•causing confusion 
•a clean get-away 
•moonless nights, 
•his dragon 
 
DISLIKES:, 
•forced situations, 
•getting caught 
•his motives being questioned 
•crowds 
•constraint and confines 
 
STRENGTHS: 
•stealth 
•fights best with a short sword 
•has very sharp vision 
•he has nothing to loose 
 
WEAKNESSES:, 
•physically weak 
•Does not work as well during the day {as one would expect of a thief} 
•terrible social skills, even carrying on a conversation is challenging 
•stubborn as hell 
 
FEARS:, 
•being caught in the act of thievery 
•getting locked up 
•separation from his dragon 
•being vulnerable 
 
AMBITIONS:, 
•live his own life without anyone to tell him what to do-- "be his own boss" 
•cause confusion among the villagers 
•steal something valuable to everyone 
•blackmail anyone he can 
 
SECRETS:, 
•he is the mysterious thief on berk 
•His trove of stolen things 
 
 
 
 
PERSONALITY:, 
Zilyr is a thief. He's conniving and sneaky. He sometimes kills small animals just for the fun of it- not to eat, but only when he's really really mad over something. The less people who know him- the better in his opinion. Zilyr would quicker attack you and steal you blind, take the clothes off your back or maybe even kill you before he would think of talking to you of becoming in any way amiable and friendly towards another person. He believes friendship is pointless and ,frivolous and a ridiculous waste of time. Who needs friends anyway? He is highly focused, efficient and quiet. Zilyr is very hateful and mean-spirited. He often finds cruel and despicable things and actions funny, which is about the only time he shows a trace of a sense of humor. He has known to cut himself. He is pretty pessimistic. You could say Zilyr is pretty 'emo', constantly depressed and withdrawaled from the entire world, living in his own dark mind, alone with his heartless thoughts. On the surface he might seem tough and mean, but he's really a major softie, but he doesn't let anyone see his tears. 
 
 
 
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 
Zilyr is average Height for his age, but he's very scrawny and underweight. His ribs are clearly visible under his shirt. His hair is very dark brown- as close to black as you can get. It looks a lot like dirty black and is shaggy, reaching to his chin and very unkept and unruly, typically hanging in his face- count yourself lucky if you ever see both his eyes at once! His eyes are 2 colors, one being black, the other being violet. He has a crooked nose; he has particularly long fingers which aid him well in his thievery. He wears dirty, ragged clothing that never matches and that are generously adorned with worn holes, rips and tears. Boots aren't stealthy enough for him, so he wears shoes more conformed to his feet made from hides; they are much like moccasins. Zilyr has scars and always a few cuts up and down his arms from cutting. He has a strange ring- it has some sort of seal on it, like one that would be used for pressing into wax to seal something. He has had this since every day he can remember, he believes it was from ,his family or native tribe., 
 
 
 
 
HISTORY:, 
Zilyr can't really recollect much of his past. He lies and says he can't remember where he is from, but it is a lie just like most other things he says. truth is that he remembers his tribe. He can't think of any specific people, like parents or siblings or friends or family. He knows he came from a small traveling tribe of sea-faring thieves- but beyond that he doesn't really remember anything at all., 
 
this tribe never stopped in a place. They stopped on an island for one night and one only, and that was to rob the people of the place blind and get out before they were noticed. They trained their young ones in stealth and connivery- how to be the perfect thief. Their people were bred to be the best criminals. Zilyr Learned quickly and advanced ahead of the students his age, sharpening his skills to absolute perfection. He was praised And encouraged more than the other students, he would always bring back more loot than that of the others his age., 
 
When He was 13, They silently raided Berk, Zilyr was left behind. And one thing the tribe didn't do was turn back, not for anything. It was your fault if you got left behind, and that is what had happened to him- so he was stuck. He learned to survive on berk. He established himself in the woods and lived by doing what he knew best- steal. He stole a short sword early in his days in the island and quickly taught himself to efficiently use the weapon, sharpening his skills to a deadly point and using the sword well, exercising skill of great magnitude that even some thrice his age have not accomplished in their lifetime., 
 
He met his dragon, Smokewisp, on accident- Zilyr stumbled Upon his den one day and in deciding to explore actually uncovered the dragon itself. Smokewisp was defensive, almost killing the 13-year old boy. Bit Zilyr was quick and escaped before he could be seriously injured- but he didn't leave without a few scratches and cuts. Zilyr was entranced by the Night Fury- it was a dragon like he had never seen, with such grace and power. He also wondered why the dragon had spared him instead of flaying him to shreds. He continuously returned to the den, getting closer and closer- slowly earning the Dragon's trust and eventually training the dragon to Ride him. By the time Zilyr was 14, they were a good working team. The thing that brought they very close was when a monstrous nightmare tried to attack and kill Zilyr, buy Smokewisp fought back, killing the other dragon before he could take the life of his rider. They now share a close bond and trust each other with their life. 
 
 
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: ? 
 
 
WEAPON OF CHOICE: short sword- for compact size and non-heavy easy maneuvering 
 
 
 
DRAGON NAME:Smokewisp 
DRAGON TYPE: Night Fury  
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Smokewisp is stealthy, like his owner. He Is the only thing that had ever made Zilyr smile, even though it is always brief and short. He is big for his species. For reasons unknown, He loves sitting in trees. He has light gray smoke colored eyes. Smokewisp is fiercely hostile to anyone besides Zilyr and his mate. Zilyr knows his dragon has a mate but he could care less as long as it doesn't effect Smokewisp's loyalty to him. Smokewisp's mate is the reason he won't leave the island. When Zilyr had trained the dragon he had tried to leave on the night fury but Smokewisp became angry and Zilyr soon discovered it was because he had a mate., 
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: sneakiness and silence 
 
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ********* 
 
 
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Rev / Luna {you guys know I don't care} 
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: not sure 
 
 
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: 
 
The dark form slouched in the shadowy corner, silently watching from the back of the cave as the stranger paced around outside. He didn't fear the other human. HA! certainly not. He was Zilyr, he feared nothing. Everyone had to think that- no one could ever find weakness in him. Better yet, no one could ever know him. His dark hair fell in front of his face, covering his violet eye. He didn't make a move as the person outside the cave that he sat in paced around. Zilyr's face was emotionless as he watched, the stupid person had most likely ventured too far into the woods and now had himself lost. Zilyr simply continued to observe the lost person in interest- it wasn't like he was going to go bounding out and help the person. He has gotten himself lost, now he had to fix it. That's the only way you learned anything, by doing it yourself, you can't rely on other people to help you. All people are the same, unreliable. The human unreliability was the reason he was here on this wretched island in the first place. The young man sighed to himself and took a knife he had out of the waistband of his pants and looked at the blade for a moment, face still without emotion. He slit a portion on the skin on his forearm with the knife, feeling it cut his flesh, but not even cringing- he didn't even feel pain from it anymore. He slipped the knife back to where he had had it and watched as blood seeped from the fresh wound before lifting his eyes again. He saw outside the cave that Smokewisp had Arrived and was coming up behind the human that stood there like a lummox, like a fly in a web. He watched as his big, black dragon roared loudly and emitted smoke from his mouth- not hurting the man, just scaring him to get him away. The Night fury bore his teeth and growled and Zilyr watched as he ran off yelling. 'finally' zilyr thought. Smokewisp gave a satisfied look before pinpointing his rider, even deep witting the cave and staring into the darkness at him. The dragon made his way out of the clearing and into the cave over to his human. Zilyr rose to his feet as his dragon approached, giving him a scratch on the head. In return the dragon licked the blood off his human's arm. Zilyr mumbled a bit in reply in a bit of a sarcastic tone before climbing on to Smokewisp's back and holding on as they took a running start ,and took off in silence into the sky to their secret abode.,