Post by ANDREW RILAM on Dec 18, 2010 22:02:43 GMT -5
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ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
madness driven by the depths below[/font][/color]
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ANDREW ERIKSON RILAM
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ONE LIE TELLS A THOUSAND STORIES ,[/color][/font]
the greatest stories that were ever told[/font][/color]
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FULL NAME[/color] , Andrew Erickson Rilam
NICKNAME[/color] , None
SPECIES[/color] , Human
AGE[/color] , Twenty-Four
BIRTHDAY[/color] , October 2nd
HEIGHT[/color] , Five Foot Nine Inches
BODY TYPE[/color] , Athletic
ALLIANCE[/color] , Neutral
HOMETOWN[/color] , Eulea
PROFESSION[/color] , Wanderer, Man-For-Hire
SEXUALITY[/color] , Heterosexual
APPEARANCE[/color] ,
I typically try to wear polo shirts and nice black pants during my daily activity. However, during training and potential political conflict, I wear this suit with the attached waist band for fighting. It is quite slimming! Designed by Keith, it is surprisingly quite good at protecting my body from oncoming wounds. However, it is not a substitute for "real" armor.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
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ONE MAN CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE ,
a future journey into outer space[/font][/color]
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SO, WHAT ARE YOU INTO?
Animals, Writing, Shopping, Reading, Card Games, Snow Globes, Traveling, Orange, Storytelling, Long Walks, Cooking, Music
AND WHAT DO YOU HATE?
Vegetables, Swimsuits, Most Liquids, Cockiness, Laziness, Running, Cleaning/Laundry, Being Angry, Conflict, Drama
OKAY... WELL, WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
To Get Married, Have a Family, To Publish a Book, To See the World
GOOD LUCK, THEN. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?
The Dark, Death, Being Financially Unstable
YIKES. NOW, LIST TEN CHARACTERISTICS THAT DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
Impulsive, Friendly, Passive-Aggressive, Slightly Violent, Book-Smart, Anxious, Hard-Working, Timely, Literate, Picky
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ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
silence tells me all i need to know[/font][/color]
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NOW WE'RE GETTING NOSY. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY.
My family is a relatively uninteresting bunch. No offense to them. I was born to my mother, Jeanine, as an only child to start. I remember nothing of my father, and have no interest. My mother claims that he was killed during war, however no proof has ever been found for the reason of his disappearance. I hold no resentment towards him, only that I don't know him. Nonetheless, my mother was fine just on her own. She did an excellent job raising the three of us. She and I have a strong relationship, and I love her with all my heart.
I have two other siblings - two sisters. The oldest sister is named Michelle, and she is twenty one years old. The youngest sister is named Katherine, or Kat, and she is eighteen years old. My two sisters are very close with each other. As for me, well... I can't live with them, and I can't live without them. I try to make frequent visits home for them, but can sometimes forget. Them being girls, they tend to get really frisky when I take too long to send them a letter - I have received several angry letters over the years.
SOUNDS INTERESTING. OKAY. NOW, JUST TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR PAST.
I was born on October 2nd to my mother, Jeanine. I do not remember who my father was or anything about him - other than the horrible stories my mother would tell me. He was around long enough for my two siblings to be born, however I was never around to ever experience any memories with him. My family and I were raised in the bustling city of Eulea. The capital was a lovely place to be raised, as I was never bored. My mother owned a small apartment above a pizza shop on the outskirts of the center of the city. Although there was little room to raise three children, we made our little resources work to our advantage - bringing my family closer than you can imagine.
As a child, my mother would get me dragon figurines to play with. I was more than eager to get my first dragon - and wanted to attend the academy as quickly as possible. Of course, I couldn't at that age, for my mother would not allow me to attend unless she knew I was more than prepared for the tasks I would be asked of. The kids in the area were also all really excited. I had a good bunch of friends, and a few of them I could call my best friends. We had a tight knit circle and were quite exclusive. It wasn't necessarily a group a lot of people wanted to be a part of, but it was a group that a lot of people enjoyed hanging out with. Yes, we were pretty cool.
I was finally allowed to attend the academy when I was ten years old. While I don't exactly like homework or tests, I did enjoy school. I love being in that social environment, being able to meet new people, and doing well with my high grades. Yes, I was an excellent student - in fact, I was in the top five of the class. I was studious. While at the Academy, during one of my many classes, I met this unique, and strange, boy named Keith. He was a year younger than I was, and he was clearly not interested in what our teacher was instructing for our class assignment. Everyone started to pair off, but Keith was sleeping. The teacher had approached me before I was given the chance to find a partner, and he asked if I would be willing to partner with Keith. Keith's grades were dropping, and I may be a good influence. I had agreed happily - it would give me a chance to meet someone new.
After that assignment, the two of us were stuck like glue. Unfortunately, the boy did not graduate from the Academy. He dropped out shortly before the graduating ceremony, because... well, he honestly knew that his name would not be called. It's unfortunate too. Wasted talent, truly. Nonetheless, I graduated fourth in my class, which was an honor. I was given the opportunity to travel to Isle Asis to attempt to capture a wild dragon for my dragon-rider use. However, I declined. I wanted a baby dragon to raise myself. I went to the incubator, and the moment I stepped inside, the first dragon egg I looked at, was the one. It was a deep shade of solid red, and relatively light.
Just three days after I had gotten the egg, it hatched. It was a very "sudden" and aggressive hatching, as the egg didn't crack, but instead exploded. A small, red dragon rolled out and started nibbling on my hand, with a gleaming look of vengeance in his eyes. I loved him the moment he started playing. He turned out to be a rather aggressive dragon as a child, or at least the type of dragon who believed he was much larger than he actually was. It was endearing. I had allowed him a couple of months of freedom before I decided I was too impatient. I wanted him to learn how to fly - and unfortunately, I began attempting to train him. While he didn't mind all of the attention, as I never scolded, it was prudent on my part for he was far too young to yet be able to learn how to fly.
We were traveling in Ethaia near the mountains, where we experienced a rock slide. Fortunately, nobody was hurt, but nonetheless - we blamed each other. It was inevitable, and we both knew it, but in the moment, we had to argue. When we finally situated ourselves up, we realized we were not the only ones there. Suddenly, in the midst of silence, a penetrating roar echoed in the mountains. My immediate reaction would have been to grab Conith, but he had run off to face the large green dragon by himself. His tail was wagging side by side, his back was arched slightly, and he was hissing at the beast. Unfortunately, he was far too small to appear to be any threat to a full grown dragon. I had spent my time slowly, but briskly, walking forward to grab Conith away. I had to calm him down. Meanwhile, Andrew was with the dragon. I don't know what happened - or how it happened - but before I knew it, it seemed the green dragon was on our side. Conith was still hissing, and the two erupted in laughter. I had a quizzical expression on my face.
We later learned that his name was Orrin. It has been several years since that incident, and now the four of us are traveling the world together - becoming rich and doing futile jobs for anyone who is willing to pay us. Ah, life is perfect.
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IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT I WANT IT ,
[/color][/font]IT'S NOT THE WAY THAT I WANT IT ,
it's just the way that i need it[/font][/color]
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TELL US ABOUT YOUR EQUIPMENT[/COLOR]
Mounted by a waist-belt, I use a typical saber for my primarily fighting weapon. I have a couple of throwing daggers in a separate belt pocket, but will only use those as a last resort. For long distance fighting, I do have a bow and arrow set, however I have not yet mastered aiming. Keith is currently making me a stronger saber, and I cannot wait for it to be finished!
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU KNOW?
I have no magical ability.
THE SKILL CHART.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Medical | Total |
08 | 07 | 07 | 00 | 05 | 05 | 08 | 40 |
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ONE WORD, ONE WORD ,
tells me everything i need to know[/font][/color]
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CONITH
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NICKNAME[/color] , Con
SPECIES[/color] , Lacerta Fulmine
AGE[/color] , Nine Years Old
BIRTHDAY[/color] , December 3rd
HOMETOWN[/color] , Eulea[/blockquote]
OKAY, DRAGON... WHAT ARE YOU ALL ABOUT[/color]?
Childish, Impatient, Street-Smart, Talkative, Ambitious, Competitive, Friendly, Brash, Outgoing, Pompous
I SEE. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY[/color]?
I am a relatively average dragon. I was in the cliche red dragon egg, and am the cliche dragon style. When I was born, I was rather aggressive. Getting out of the egg was my top priority - I wanted nothing more than to leave those confinements and become free. The darkness was beginning to envelop my innocent mind. While Andrew never knew, I had actually been trapped inside that egg for about four months, which is far longer than the typical dragon baby. Nonetheless, I was finally released. It was sudden and somewhat explosive. My first instinct was to attack the person I saw, my dragon rider I later discovered. Due to my slight aggitation, and the sudden surprise attack of hatching, I was not a happy camper at birth. But eventually, I did become one - Andrew spoiled me rotten.
The first big event of my life was meeting the old grump Orrin - who is still an old grump in my mind. Andrew, Keith, and I had traveled to the mountains in Ethaia, which, for starters, was a stupid idea. But of course, I was really excited at the time - and so were the two young boys. We traveled to the mountains when we hit a rock slide. Uh oh. I don't quite remember the fall, but I do remember hearing the two of them screaming and blaming each other. It didn't last long when suddenly I heard another dragon - a much larger, much more envious dragon. Forgetting my size for a moment, and in an act of complete selflessness, I approached the large dragon and starting hissing. I couldn't breathe fire yet, nor could I fly, or even walk properly, I probably was not very threatening. Andrew had grabbed me before I could continue.
Well, you know how the rest of the story goes - OrOr joined our team. We spent the next few years traveling. I soon learned how to fly. However, I could never learn how to breathe fire... I can't even spit acid! It's quite embarrassing, but I always fake it. How could I ever admit to Andrew, or even OrOr, that I can't breathe fire? It is not exactly in my species to be incapable of breathing fire. Well... Other than that mishap, I am as healthy as a horse and am probably one of the fastest dragons you'll ever meet. Boo yah!
INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR SKILLS?
My stamina is my strongest asset in battle. I can withstand quite a bit of assaults, as well as be able to physically last through exhaustion for long periods of time, unlike my comrades. While we have not had to face battle too often, I have learned of my primarily battle style. I bite and I rip, hard. I can be quite violent when it comes to these types of attacks - but oh well. I can also use my claws, and my overall body force against opponents. I do not use any weapons other than my claws and teeth.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Fire Breathing | Total |
07 | 09 | 06 | 04 | 10 | 08 | 00 | 44 |
FINALLY, AT THE END! MY NAME IS ANDREA
THIS APPLICATION HAS BEEN CREATED BY ANDREA FOR
THE RIDERS OF VALI. DON'T TAKE, OR I'LL EAT YOU.[/center][/size]
