Post by darkness on Dec 19, 2011 22:57:06 GMT -5
NAME: Arnorda The Seadamned
ALIAS: Arnorda
AGE: 19 Years
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Berk Viking
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
AMBITIONS:
SECRETS:
PERSONALITY: She acts more like a guy than a girl when she is in public, loving to fight more than pick flowers and make sure her hair is perfect.
She has a kind attitude, not aggressive and rude. She seems to hate those who are rude to her and her dragon, they tick her off to the point of anger. She will start to attack if made fun of and so will her dragon.
Sometimes she will act like a girl again, alone with her dragon. They will sit in a field, looking at the wild flowers that dotted the base of the mountains. She will draw her dragon laying in the field when she becomes bored and has the urge to draw something.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: She is fairly small for her age, only around five feet two inches tall, and is sometimes made fun of because of that. She has a skinny build, but has mostly muscle. She has short, black, spiked hair that she cuts to make herself more like a guy than a girl. She has an oval shaped face and a pointed chin and nose. She has dark blue eyes, same as her dragons, with a green ring around the pupil.
She has longer legs and arms than most, making it easy to reach things, but it doesn't make her taller exactly. She is a fast runner due to having more leg muscle than arm muscle, making it easy to win races. She can hold a sword and a shield, but isn't as strong as most viking women in Berk.
HISTORY: When she was very young, She went out with her parents on a hunting trip. She hated doing it, but she went with them, hating to be alone in the village without them. As her, her mother, father, and brother, Alrik, went into the forest, she had heard something move in the bushes. It sounded large to her, bigger than a fox should sound like. She tugged on her fathers sleeve and pointed to where the noise came from. He shrugged her off and continued to walk. It seemed to follow them, and every now and then she would see eyes peer from inside the darkness. As they walked into a clearing, something growled behind them. Her brother turned around first, and a huge dragon leaped from the trees. A Nadder, around 300 years old flew at them, tail spiked up and ready to strike. Her brother pushed her aside into the bush, where she hid and watched in horror as the beast picked up Alrik and shook him like a rag doll. It threw him aside into a tree where he lay unconscious as the dragon turned on her father. The nadder swung its massive tail and pinned her mother into a tree. The spikes kept her there, struggling and fighting to no prevail. Her father was the only one left. He stood there, his bow in hand with a loaded arrow. It was useless against the beasts thick scales. It skimmed off its shoulder, and the Nadder lunged. This wild dragon showed no mercy as it tore apart her father. She looked away, unable to watch it kill them. She came back to the site the next day after she ran, to find the clearing empty and the bodies gone. Nothing remained except for the spikes that held pieces of leather from her mothers shirt.
When she was around 10 when she found an egg, laying around under some snow. She was out looking for berries when she spotted it, cold, white, laying atop a pile of animal bones. She stored it away in her sack that she had with her, and hurried home. She set it beside her fire that she had, and went to bed.
One morning she found the egg broken inside the house, its remains scattered everywhere. She thought it was broken by something coming into her little home and destroying the egg, but something hissed softly behind her. She flipped around, back against the wall to see a newly born Whispering Death. Its tiny little fangs swirled around inside its mouth, trying to fly with its useless wings for now. It closed its spiked jaws and slithered towards her like lightning. She stepped back as it slithered up her back, using its tiny claws on its wings to pull itself up. She started to get worried, thinking it might attack her, sinking its teeth into her neck and shredding it, but instead it curled around her neck and began to fall asleep.
Her dragon, which she named Darkness, grew quickly as a Wyrmling. It was soon as long as her home, and around three feet in diameter. It could fly, but just barely. She had to rearrange the house more than ten times, as Darkness began to grow and she could ride him. Last time that happened, she had a make-out session with a snow bank, and became stuck there for awhile. After around two years of riding and failing, they soon got the hang of it.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: She doesn't have any living family, since they all died in a deadly fight with a wild dragon.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Her dragon at best, a sword or mace.
DRAGON NAME: Darkness
DRAGON TYPE: Whispering Death
DRAGON PERSONALITY: He is a quiet dragon, not very loud and aggressive. He tends to keep to himself and to his rider, not really talking to other dragons and vikings. He is still quite young, having only been hatched not that long ago. When he wants to fly, he will race around his riders home and jump around in excitement.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Good at flying and fighting at the same time (using his tail and teeth), and is good at escaping enemies.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Stormy/ Storm
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 6-7 years
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
Arnorda flew atop her dragon, Darkness, laying back and watching the clouds. They were on a little fly around the island, like they do every morning. Darkness had been weaving himself through the pillars that held her house up, meaning he wanted to go outside to play or fly around. As they flew towards their normal spot, a huge field that they claimed as their alone time, away from the hassle of the village.
As they approached their spot, Darkness spoke up. "What are we going to do this week? Its been very boring over the course of this month. Can we go and find something to fight or battle? I really want to practice my fire rings." He asked in a snake like voice, soft and full of knowledge. Arnorda stroked his scales. "Sure thing, anything for my boy." She murmured, like a mother to a small child.
As they flew down towards the ground, Arnorda had spotted something hiding in the bushes. It was a dragon, a Terrible Terror no doubt. She couldn't really see it over Darkness' head. As he touched the ground and slithered to a stop, Arnorda jumped off and stared into the woods. "What is it, Arnora?" Darkness asked, starting to get worried by the fact that his rider was staring into the forest, like something was there. A whiff of another dragon, something dangerous, blew past his nostrils. Quick as lightning, he slithered in front of his rider and hissed. It wasn't loud like other dragons, but menacing and dangerous. A Hideous Zippleback crawled from under the trees, its igniting head making sparks fly. It was wild, no doubt, but still a danger.
Darkness hissed viciously, again, not very loudly, but still intimidating. It stepped back, fearing the Whispering Deaths rotating teeth. One of the heads spotted Arnorda, behind the deadly beast, and saw her as a quick meal. The spark one kept Darkness' attention while the other one slipped around to snag Arnorda when she wasn't looking its way. As it snagged her shirt, she squealed in surprise as she was yanked backwards, reaching for the sword that she did not have.
"Help Darkness!" She squealed as she was spun into the air. Darkness moved his vision just slightly, and the Zippleback rammed him. Skidding through the long grass, he huffed once and flew straight back at the wild dragon. It fell backwards, and Darkness caught Arnorda on his back, perfectly on his saddle. The dragon growled angrily, roaring and rearing. The Zippleback bared their teeth and got right up in Darkness' face. In return, he bared his. The rows upon rows of rotating, serrated teeth swirled around the Zippleback's heads, not touching them, but close. They backed up and skittered away into the forest, heads down and the smell of fear in the air.
Arnorda gripped onto Darkness' back still scared by her recent attack. "You alright?" Darkness murmured, his voice full of worry and compassion. She nodded, still shaking slightly, and replied. "Yeah, Im alright. Lets go home." At that moment, Darkness took off and headed towards home.
ALIAS: Arnorda
AGE: 19 Years
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Berk Viking
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES:
- Fighting
- Riding her dragon
- Watching dragons
- Drawing
DISLIKES:
- Cold weather
- Rude dragons
- Those that are cruel to her dragon
- Having to fight wild dragons
STRENGTHS:
- Hand to hand combat
- Fighting on her Dragon
- Flying
- Escaping tight spots
WEAKNESSES:
- Fighting in heavily crowded places (forests, ect.)
- Swimming
- Flying through tree's on her dragon
- Climbing over large rocks
FEARS:
- Seeing the death of friends
- Her dragon gets killed by another dragon or by a rival viking
- Seeing massive open wounds
- Her dragon turning on her
- Deadly Nadders
AMBITIONS:
- Being able to master drawing
- Being able to teach her dragon not do stay and fight things bigger than him
- Teach her dragon not to destroy her home when he wants to go fly with her
SECRETS:
- She never told anyone that she had actually found her dragon in the woods as an egg, and kept it inside her home.
- When she is alone, she acts more feminine, liking flowers and other girlish things.
PERSONALITY: She acts more like a guy than a girl when she is in public, loving to fight more than pick flowers and make sure her hair is perfect.
She has a kind attitude, not aggressive and rude. She seems to hate those who are rude to her and her dragon, they tick her off to the point of anger. She will start to attack if made fun of and so will her dragon.
Sometimes she will act like a girl again, alone with her dragon. They will sit in a field, looking at the wild flowers that dotted the base of the mountains. She will draw her dragon laying in the field when she becomes bored and has the urge to draw something.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: She is fairly small for her age, only around five feet two inches tall, and is sometimes made fun of because of that. She has a skinny build, but has mostly muscle. She has short, black, spiked hair that she cuts to make herself more like a guy than a girl. She has an oval shaped face and a pointed chin and nose. She has dark blue eyes, same as her dragons, with a green ring around the pupil.
She has longer legs and arms than most, making it easy to reach things, but it doesn't make her taller exactly. She is a fast runner due to having more leg muscle than arm muscle, making it easy to win races. She can hold a sword and a shield, but isn't as strong as most viking women in Berk.
HISTORY: When she was very young, She went out with her parents on a hunting trip. She hated doing it, but she went with them, hating to be alone in the village without them. As her, her mother, father, and brother, Alrik, went into the forest, she had heard something move in the bushes. It sounded large to her, bigger than a fox should sound like. She tugged on her fathers sleeve and pointed to where the noise came from. He shrugged her off and continued to walk. It seemed to follow them, and every now and then she would see eyes peer from inside the darkness. As they walked into a clearing, something growled behind them. Her brother turned around first, and a huge dragon leaped from the trees. A Nadder, around 300 years old flew at them, tail spiked up and ready to strike. Her brother pushed her aside into the bush, where she hid and watched in horror as the beast picked up Alrik and shook him like a rag doll. It threw him aside into a tree where he lay unconscious as the dragon turned on her father. The nadder swung its massive tail and pinned her mother into a tree. The spikes kept her there, struggling and fighting to no prevail. Her father was the only one left. He stood there, his bow in hand with a loaded arrow. It was useless against the beasts thick scales. It skimmed off its shoulder, and the Nadder lunged. This wild dragon showed no mercy as it tore apart her father. She looked away, unable to watch it kill them. She came back to the site the next day after she ran, to find the clearing empty and the bodies gone. Nothing remained except for the spikes that held pieces of leather from her mothers shirt.
When she was around 10 when she found an egg, laying around under some snow. She was out looking for berries when she spotted it, cold, white, laying atop a pile of animal bones. She stored it away in her sack that she had with her, and hurried home. She set it beside her fire that she had, and went to bed.
One morning she found the egg broken inside the house, its remains scattered everywhere. She thought it was broken by something coming into her little home and destroying the egg, but something hissed softly behind her. She flipped around, back against the wall to see a newly born Whispering Death. Its tiny little fangs swirled around inside its mouth, trying to fly with its useless wings for now. It closed its spiked jaws and slithered towards her like lightning. She stepped back as it slithered up her back, using its tiny claws on its wings to pull itself up. She started to get worried, thinking it might attack her, sinking its teeth into her neck and shredding it, but instead it curled around her neck and began to fall asleep.
Her dragon, which she named Darkness, grew quickly as a Wyrmling. It was soon as long as her home, and around three feet in diameter. It could fly, but just barely. She had to rearrange the house more than ten times, as Darkness began to grow and she could ride him. Last time that happened, she had a make-out session with a snow bank, and became stuck there for awhile. After around two years of riding and failing, they soon got the hang of it.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: She doesn't have any living family, since they all died in a deadly fight with a wild dragon.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Her dragon at best, a sword or mace.
DRAGON NAME: Darkness
DRAGON TYPE: Whispering Death
DRAGON PERSONALITY: He is a quiet dragon, not very loud and aggressive. He tends to keep to himself and to his rider, not really talking to other dragons and vikings. He is still quite young, having only been hatched not that long ago. When he wants to fly, he will race around his riders home and jump around in excitement.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Good at flying and fighting at the same time (using his tail and teeth), and is good at escaping enemies.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Stormy/ Storm
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 6-7 years
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
Arnorda flew atop her dragon, Darkness, laying back and watching the clouds. They were on a little fly around the island, like they do every morning. Darkness had been weaving himself through the pillars that held her house up, meaning he wanted to go outside to play or fly around. As they flew towards their normal spot, a huge field that they claimed as their alone time, away from the hassle of the village.
As they approached their spot, Darkness spoke up. "What are we going to do this week? Its been very boring over the course of this month. Can we go and find something to fight or battle? I really want to practice my fire rings." He asked in a snake like voice, soft and full of knowledge. Arnorda stroked his scales. "Sure thing, anything for my boy." She murmured, like a mother to a small child.
As they flew down towards the ground, Arnorda had spotted something hiding in the bushes. It was a dragon, a Terrible Terror no doubt. She couldn't really see it over Darkness' head. As he touched the ground and slithered to a stop, Arnorda jumped off and stared into the woods. "What is it, Arnora?" Darkness asked, starting to get worried by the fact that his rider was staring into the forest, like something was there. A whiff of another dragon, something dangerous, blew past his nostrils. Quick as lightning, he slithered in front of his rider and hissed. It wasn't loud like other dragons, but menacing and dangerous. A Hideous Zippleback crawled from under the trees, its igniting head making sparks fly. It was wild, no doubt, but still a danger.
Darkness hissed viciously, again, not very loudly, but still intimidating. It stepped back, fearing the Whispering Deaths rotating teeth. One of the heads spotted Arnorda, behind the deadly beast, and saw her as a quick meal. The spark one kept Darkness' attention while the other one slipped around to snag Arnorda when she wasn't looking its way. As it snagged her shirt, she squealed in surprise as she was yanked backwards, reaching for the sword that she did not have.
"Help Darkness!" She squealed as she was spun into the air. Darkness moved his vision just slightly, and the Zippleback rammed him. Skidding through the long grass, he huffed once and flew straight back at the wild dragon. It fell backwards, and Darkness caught Arnorda on his back, perfectly on his saddle. The dragon growled angrily, roaring and rearing. The Zippleback bared their teeth and got right up in Darkness' face. In return, he bared his. The rows upon rows of rotating, serrated teeth swirled around the Zippleback's heads, not touching them, but close. They backed up and skittered away into the forest, heads down and the smell of fear in the air.
Arnorda gripped onto Darkness' back still scared by her recent attack. "You alright?" Darkness murmured, his voice full of worry and compassion. She nodded, still shaking slightly, and replied. "Yeah, Im alright. Lets go home." At that moment, Darkness took off and headed towards home.
