Post by ORIINTHIL on Jan 4, 2011 15:07:04 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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ORIINTHIL
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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] , Oriinthil Mithglinaar
NICKNAME[/color] , Orin
SPECIES[/color] , Half-Elf
AGE[/color] , 45 Years Old [25 Years Old in Appearance]
BIRTHDAY[/color] , October 23rd
HEIGHT[/color] , 6’4’’
BODY TYPE[/color] , Toned
ALLIANCE[/color] , Thivea
HOMETOWN[/color] , Elven Territory – Ugosea specifically
PROFESSION[/color] , Dragon Rider Captain - Militis Soldier Team
SEXUALITY[/color] , Heterosexual
APPEARANCE[/color] ,
Oriinthil wears long sleeved tunics made of linen that travelled as far down as just below his waist and was either tucked into or tucked out of a pair of loose fitting long trousers made of animal hide. His boots are also made of animal hide and they’re basically like shit kicker shoes- powerful, big, sturdy, black and pretty old. He’s got socks of course, made of linen but not as thick as his tunics but then again, his tunics aren’t that thick. Around his neck he wears an oval necklace with his name craftily etched into it in the ancient language, a gift to him from Neurlas, his father in every way but one. He has a holster for his arrows strapped closely to his back. He has a strapped case for his katana but he often keeps it attached to his bag. His hair is rather long for a human but sufficiently long by Elf standards and to convenience him, he usually keeps it tied back in a neat, smooth manner. Whenever he is in the public eye, he keeps himself look neat always, never a slacker. Though only half-elf, he appears more Elf than human, especially where his ears are concerned and his senses which stand at the level of any Elf.[/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?
+NATURE.
+SPARRING
+CLIMBING
+MEALS OF FRUIT AND VEGETABLES
+CONVERSATIONS WITH ARANWË
+FLYING WITH ARANWË
+TRAVELLING OUTSIDE ELVEN BORDERS
+SINGING
+DRAWING
+WALKING
+MAGIC
AND WHAT DO YOU HATE?
+MEAT
+ARANWË IN HARMS WAY
+BEING APART FROM ARANWË
+BEING WITHOUT MAGIC
+BATTLES
+TYRANNY
+DECEPTION
+HARSH TREATMENT TOWARD DRAGONS
+BEING BELITTLED, DUE TO HIS HALF NATURE, BY OTHER ELVES
+HUNTERS
+UNNECESSARY DEATH
OKAY... WELL, WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
+TO PASS ON ALL HE HAS AND WILL LEARN TO FUTURE RIDERS
+TO BE SEEN BY OTHER ELVES AS A COMPLETE EQUAL AND NOT AS A LESSER
+TO CREATE A WAVE OF CHANGE
+TO CONTINUALLY PROTECT THOSE CLOSE AND DEAR TO HIM
+TO BECOME EXCEPTIONAL WITH MAGIC
GOOD LUCK, THEN. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?
+LOSING ARANWË .
+HAVING NO MAGIC WHATSOEVER
+INNER CORRUPTION
YIKES. NOW, LIST TEN CHARACTERISTICS THAT DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
+QUIET.
+INTELLIGENT.
+CLEVER.
+DETERMINED.
+RESOURCEFUL.
+ARTICULATE.
+INTUITIVE.
+CREATIVE.
+ADVENTUROUS.
+MATURE
+SENTIMENTAL
+ATTENTIVE
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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.
TALK ABOUT FAMILY IN PARAGRAPH FORM.
Caunwen Mithglinaar lived a life of nobility in Espon with family. Being the youngest member in her family’s line, a line which has not seen any new additions in close to one hundred and fifty years, she lived blessed and almost carefree with days spent having spirited conversations, or walking amongst the trees and allowing the melody from her lips to reach the highest branches or the occasional trips across Elven territory with her kin so as to mingle with others of Elven kind and enjoy their hospitality. Caunwen is a gentle Elf and she was a fierce mother who stood between her half-human child and her kin and their ill-words and thoughts and to this day she remains as such. Given that Kharon reached the blessed title of a Rider, Caunwen benefitted from that greatly by ascending back into grace among her kin and her people but she is not one to forget and at the same time, to hold a grudge would be wrong of her.
Paune was a gifted sorcerer who studied for many years to achieve a level that rivalled a good few yet dissatisfied him. So he left his home and adamantly and travelled across Thivea and learnt as much as he could possibly but he was a man who could never be satisfied with what he had, even if it were sufficient and being a man who came from a state of initial poverty, this did not really help down his ego and his appetitie but it did stop him from becoming some wanna-be tyrant or something like that. He was a man who was set on never changing, but for a few months, in the company of Caunwen, he did change. He did think about someone and something other than himself but that way of life shot right back to him when Caunwen revealed that she was pregnant. He left, returned to Thivea and took up a position at the Academy. His life is humble now, but there still lurks that dissatisfaction and that hunger that will eventually turn inward and consume him.
SOUNDS INTERESTING. OKAY. NOW, JUST TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR PAST.
HISTORY.
It happened. There was no changing what had become the past and there was most definitely no getting rid of what would be the future of them both. In her womb, the Elf carried the child of the human, Paune, and she, Caunwen, very much desired to carry the child until birth. Caunwen dreamed of the family to be…but Paune saw it as a nightmare; an anchor that he refused to let root him and chain him to the female of the kind who refused him what he truly desired and to the bastard child that grew within her. So the beyond reluctant father fled the land of the Elves and Caunwen stayed with a heart fractured to the point of shattering…but, knowing that she had someone within her who would love her unconditionally, her heart slowly mended until mostly whole again; and then she returned her life amongst her kin. Sadly, life was not to be normal for her from there on. Showing up mysteriously pregnant rasied some issues and brought about slight glances and the faintest of whispers, but once she revealed the nature of the child’s father, she faced looks of reproach, disapproval and those glances became dark and piercing just as the whispers became snide, malicious and viciously cruel. The worst part was, the worst of it came from her own family. So much for nobility.
Unable to continue to hold her head up high any longer, she left Espon and made her new home in Ugosea where she carried her child to full term. There in her new home, she birthed a beautiful son and she named him Oriinthil which stood, loosely, for “gifted male”. In Ugosea, Oriinthil grew up away from the ridicule and the questioning and the leering that Caunwen endured for seven months and this was because Caunwen took it upon herself to shield her grown son. She thought best to keep his human half a secret –thank goodness he appeared just as any other elf from the Forests, but perhaps his features did appear somehow rougher as opposed to serenely delicate and near flawless, but to that, she cooked up a story saying that her mate was a Mountain Elf who loved her and his unborn soon very dearly but was killed before he could see his son. Killed by the same humans that Mountain Elves interacted much too closely with. With that web of carefully crafted lies, their life in Ugosea was good and given that she was still of nobility, their life flourished. What she did was necessary and they lived in peace and it was not long after her giving birth to her soon that she won the affection of an older but still ever handsome Elf by the name of Neurlas Celeagaeth, a man who willingly played the role of father.
Oriinthil grew up content with the life he had. It could never match up to the one he could have had in Espon had his mother stayed, but he was very content with that which he had. He would have cherished any moment he could have spent with his supposedly Elven father, but seeing as he was taken too soon, he settled for Neurlas and it was not that bad of a settlement because Neurlas was an amazing father who taught Oriinthil a great deal in terms of hunting, fighting, swimming and one of Oriinthil’s most beloved talents- drawing. He also instilled into young Oriinthil, the things every young male ought to know for the future. In addition, his mother also played her part in his upbringing. She, along with Neurlas, instructed him in the written and the verbal forms of the old language before his mother went on to teach him magic at its basic level and then to its intermediate level given that he had taken to it well. She also taught him to sing and for a male, his voice was quiet melodic in the way it touched the highest branches in such sweet harmony with hers…that was when she showed him how to sing to the trees and how to interact with the creatures that lived about them and finally, the customs and traditions of Elven kind and of her family; even Neurlas pitched in where this was concerne given that he saw himself as the boy’s father just as Kharon saw Neurlas as his father.
Fifteen years had passed since this whole journey began and Caunwen felt that it was time to break down the web she had spun. So, before her mate and her precious son still so young and so handsome, she revealed what really happened and in doing so, the true nature of Oriinthil’s father. Well, that certainly shocked the hell out of them both. Neurlas fell silence while Oriinthil got up and respectfully asked to leave and even though denied by his mother, he still left. He had to before he said something disrespectful to her and he wished never to do that…but, she lied to him. For months he held his tongue toward his mother and if he was forced to speak with her, he did so in the ancient language and said no more than he needed to. His time around his mother lessened by the day and his time around Neurlas grew. Neurlas had forgiven Caunwen for not sharing such information about her past and he kept trying to convince Oriinthil that his mother did what she did in protection and not in selfishness…and then he warned that it was unwise for Elves to harbour ill thoughts because Elves lived for a lengthy period of time and such feelings, once left to stew, stretched. This warning was retold several times because Kharon just stopped being stupid and apologized to his mother. Things got better from then, thankfully…but his father was alive, his birth father…
From there on, life was as it should have been. For Oriinthil, he had the life any youth would wish for – parents who cared for him, a home he cherished, a life he would never dare trade for any other and he had much too look forward to. But for his mother, Caunwen, she saw a young Elf who did not hesitate to speak down of his birth father whenever Paune’s name surfaced in conversation. She saw a young Elf who was showin growing indifference toward Men…she saw a young Elf who would harbour unnecessary ill feelings toward his birth father perhaps until he drew his last breath and it made her heart ache to know that she had brought that about the moment she decided to be truthful to the one she loved the most. Out of the greatest love, she inflicted the greatest suffering. Oriinthil was observant of the sadness that had befallen his mother and he wished to do something because that it what a son ought to do…but Neurlas told him better, so Oriinthil watched on in equal sadness and hoped that whatever had touched her mind and her heart would leave her justly. In a way, what he wished for did happen…just not in the way he expected.
It was in the early hours of dawn that he startled awake when he felt a presences hovering over his bed. Sure enough it was his mother so he felt some measure of calm, but the moment he caught the look on her face and felt the emotion that teared from her eyes, he knew something was wrong. He looked to Neurlas who stood at the threshold to his room but his adopted father dared to come no further nor to speak a word. His mother sat beside him, placed her hand to his cheek and then told him that he had to go. Definitely confused was he, but confusing turned to panic when his mother refused to elaborate but rather rose and left his room. Inappropriately dressed in just a pair of trousers, he left his room followed her and demanded that she address him as her son. Silence fell. Following, his mother told him simply that he no longer had a place within this House, that she and Neurlas were going to Espon, her true home and that he needed to find his home elsewhere…perhaps, with his father, Paune. Caunwen’s logic was that he would inevitably form a bond between him and his father without forming a new grudge, one aimed at her because she knew her son loved her as she loved him. So there was nothing to fear. All there was, was hope that the pain she would cause him now would heal him in the future.
By proper morning, he had his things packed. Just a few things really. And while packing, he had thoughts of himself flaring up at his mother for something him off without a proper reason at all other than “he was no longer welcome”…he wished he could reason it out of her, or just yell at her for forcing him to leave but the fact of the matter was, she did not raise such a person, nor did Neurlas. When time came, he hugged the truest father he could ever want and then he hugged his mother. The minute they embraced, her grip on him tightened, as did his. She released him, straightened her robes and handed him a carely folded piece of paper…and then he left. He left his home, he left Ugosea, and he crossed the desert and left Elven territory completely. Never had he been so far from home and never had he been so alone and so tired after days and nights of walking. It took him two weeks to find some suitable lodgings to rest himself; the same amount of time that it took him to stop glancing at the folded piece of paper and just read it. Well, that evening he did. It was neither in his mother’s handwriting nor her words, but Nerulas’ and it told him of Oriinthil’s birth father and where he might be…and that was all it said. Nothing. No encouraging words, nothing apologetic…no expression of love whatsoever.
Well, it made no sense mourning the life he had lost in one night. Keeping his head low and himself out of the eyes of trouble, he travelled across Thivea; settling in Molavon for a bit before he continued north to the Thivea training academy. What was better than finally arriving was the journey across Thivea itself. Back in his old home, his mother and father told him stories of the Dragons that ruled the skies, the very Dragons who originated from the Southern lands and he could not have been more fortunate than to glimpse these very dragons as they flew across the skies high above him with their Riders perched atop them. Together, Dragon and Rider, a formidable and fearsome force that hardly any would stand before. The Legends that surrounded Dragons and their Riders were so rooted and awe-inspiring and he had no shame in fantasizing about being a Rider himself. Well, why not? He was more sure that he could do it just as well. But had anyone heard of an Elven Dragon Rider? No…unfortunately, the answer to that was probably never and to be honest, he never knew why. But truth be told, he was not here at the Academy to seek knowledge. He was here to seek his unsuspecting reluctant father.
Imagine the look on Paune’s face when he opened his door to Oriinthil. Save your thoughts then because there was not much to imagine. The two had never met, so the look on this aged man’s face was that of enquiry. The shock came the moment Oriinthil fully introduced himself as – “…Oriinthil, son of Caunwen of the House of Mithglinaar…your son.”
It was funny that the object of his indifference that sparked contempt for the entire species was currently the only person he could turn to for a home and a life possibly. It was odd that that indifference seemed to just fade away the longer he spent in Thivea and interacted with men. Never had he done such a thing before so to dislike what was unusual to him was quiet easy but after being around some, he changed his views…he could not say completely the same for Paune, the man who left his pregnant mother to suffer the burden of pregnancy all on her own and away from her home and her family. Yet, he showed tolerance for the man who allowed him a place in his home for however long he needed and this period stretched into a solid week of silence between the two. Finally, Paune said something and it happened to be about the Academy, specifically, it was about potentially training in order to get a job on a team so he would have something to do with his time rather than waste it away in the silence of his room. The notion was one Oriinthil accepted and that was it for conversation. The following day, he enrolled himself into the Academy and his training commenced. Learning how to fight, learning, or in his case, continuing his education on magic and other forms of training were his classes…but there was one class he was unable to touch and that was the one which involved closely working with dragons.
Repeatedly he was given short answers for his questions as to why Elves could not train to become Riders and had he been given a sufficient, even length answer, he would have accepted such and moved on but his persistence to find a decent answer lead to him actually picturing himself a Rider and that went on to an actual desire to become one. He wished to go about it alone, that is, getting his chance to train to become a Rider, but he felt it would be beyond foolhardy and futile if he tried…so with heavy reluctance, he sought the help of his father who literally jumped at the opportunity even though he was fully aware of the risk of losing his place as an Academy instructor. Together, they approached those who ran the Academy and stood before even the Rider’s General and some Captains and requested that Oriinthil be given the opportunity to train alongside a Dragon. As expected, the fact that he was Elf was raised, but Oriinthil spoke loudly and clearly that yes, he was Elf by the way he was raised, but he was Elf by his mother, and human by his father, Paune and that the rules prohibiting Elves did not apply to one such as him. Suffice it to say, he was right, they were stumped and they had to discuss things before they could give him an answer, and they did in a timely manner.
Oriinthil would be allowed to train a Dragon, but not one provided by the Academy, he was to venture to Isle Asis and acquire one of his own and given his performance since he enrolled, he should succeed but he was well aware of the general consensus – Failure.
Well, if anything, he could never say that he and his biological father had absolutely nothing in common – they both had this flare that truly burned with the thought of an adventure and this challenge that was posed to him…well, it made him eager. His eagerness grew more still at the thought of having to pass through his home territory because it meant that he could stop to see his parents. Without wasting any time, he packed his possessions, thanked Paune from the bottom of his heart and took on horseback back to the border of Elven territory. From there, he took it on foot and travelled south to make his first stop in Espon. When he arrived, Neurlas was surprised and happy, Oriinthil could tell…but his mother showed no emotion, yet she hugged him still and felt the need to repeat that he no longer had a home with her. To her, he smiled and said he knew because he understood, and he did. Elves had long lives, his may not be so long, but longer than the average man and to keep such feelings inside for so long…yeah, he understood alright. After a day or two in Espon, not having the opportunity to meet the rest of his Kin from his mother’s side given that he didn’t want to see them with the way they treated her, he departed and sailed across to Isle Asis.
No regrets, no doubts. Nothing of the sort plagued him when he set up a place for him to sleep that night on Isle Asis under the cover of the thick mist. By morning, it was a bit better and he was still set on his mission of his that truly could be his last. For three days he walked. He caught glimpses of wild dragons of all sizes flying over head or great distances away but it took him two more days to come across his first nest but a close encounter with an enraged mother forced him to retreat and rethink how he could possibly get an egg. That night, he lit a fire and sat as close to it given how chilly the air was. He did not know how, but he felt a sensation, as if someone was watching him and the moment he turned around, he came face to face with a Dragon’s nostril. His body tensed…hell yes he was afraid for his life but why run when that thing could snap him into two before he could even get to his feet. He dragon and his nostril backed off for only a bit but remained close and just…leered at him. With some room to play with, Oriinthil shifted just so he could sit and stare back at the giant creature before him and…well…silence fell between them. Would you want to say something with eyes like the Devil belonging to a creature like the Devil’s pet was two feet away from you? Didn’t think so. One thing was for sure, this was not the female who was protecting her eggs, and she was far smaller than this big guy. But the big question was: how to break the ice?
He greeted the creature the moment dawn broke, but the creature did not reply and this went on until noon. That was when the icy air between him and his possible killer broke completely. The dragon retreated some more and greeted him just as he was greeted and oddly enough, he started to talk to Oriinthil about why it would be wrong of him to rob the young mother of her first young. Oriinthil had to admit that the dragon spoke as if he were among the wisest; using his words wise and carefully and it was only moments into the conversation did he realize that actual verbal words were not being used, but it was all occurring within his mind…not in the crazy sense, but they were communicating with words but no lips parted and no sound was made. And what was even more interesting was that they were both conversing in the ancient language. How could he miss two huge things like those…well, he had no choice but to chalk it up to his being in the presence of a fully grown dragon. A bit of silence fell which encouraged another bout of staring at each other and it was then that he took the opportunity to tell the Dragon the nature of his visit. The nameless dragon actually laughed when Oriinthil had finished and right after, he offered the Half Elf best wishes on his journey and took off with such majesty; muttering something about feeling peckish.
Well that didn’t exactly provide him with clues and pointers as to his best course of actions, but it did alert him to something – dragons were as magnificent and civil as he was told. Those left to their own, that is to say, along with some who carry Riders…potentially, his own. It did not make sense to pack up and move onward given that evening had already fallen about him in addition to that insane fog, so he stayed put, had something to eat and settled down for the night. In moments, he was asleep. The next morning, he was woken but breathing…loud, deep, rhythmic breathing from behind him. He slowly turned and laid eyes upon that same dragon from the day before…he came back…but why? Well, he would have to find out then. Oriinthil stayed up until the dragon did so and it was quite comical for the tables to turn on this dragon that startled at the sight of the awake and staring Half Elf. Once again, Oriinthil greeted the silent Dragon and went on to introduce himself. The dragon did likewise and his name was Aranwë. Silence fell between them once again but it was broken by Aranwë who inquired more about Oriinthil’s quest for a Dragon and at the end of the tail, the oddest thing happened. The dragon approached him and lowered his head and nodded toward Oriinthil as if…was he? The Half Elf walked the rest of the distance, set his hand stop the dragon’s forehead and smiled. To this once-in-a-lifetime interaction, Aranwë said: “I have been waiting for you.” That day, he rode atop Aranwë and the two set off on the most exhilarating flight of Oriinthil’s life. The journey ended in the Academy in Thivea where he proudly presented his newest and truest friend and companion, Aranwë.
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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]
With him wherever he travels is an old but very sturdy and long-lived traveller’s bag gifted to him by his human father. Within it he carries an old but yet again, sturdy, light-weight body armour made of leather and bronze. He carries a pouch of tools which are solely dedicated to sharpening his sword, the tips of his arrows and as well toward maintaining the strength of his bow and, if he has to, fashioning a new bow and new arrows provided he has the equipment. He has stuffed in a pocket his water bottle and a carefully placed supply of fresh fruits and edible leaves with varying medicinal properties. He has, at most, two changes of clothing minus shoes, some rolls of paper and something to write or sketch with. In terms of weapons, he has a katana but his katana acts as a secondary because his favour lies with his bow and his arrows which he keeps in a holder strapped across his back with his sword attached to the back of his bag.
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU KNOW?
tell us all about your magical skill. if none, then state so.
THE SKILL CHART.
Instructions: There are seven categories: Strength, Defense, Intelligence, Magic, Stamina, Speed, and Medical. In each box there are the number (#) symbols. In those areas you will replace the "##" With a number ranked from 0 to 10, 10 being the highest skilled. Rank your character in each of those categories. Do Not make your character too powerful, or we will ask you to adjust the statistics. This will help with determining what team you belong to.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Medical | Total |
08 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 06 | 06 | 01 | 45 |
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ONE WORD, ONE WORD ,
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ARANWË
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NICKNAME[/color] , none
SPECIES[/color] , Antiqua
AGE[/color] , 479 Years Old
BIRTHDAY[/color] , May 17th
HOMETOWN[/color] , Isle Asis[/blockquote]
OKAY, DRAGON... WHAT ARE YOU ALL ABOUT[/color]?
+Intelligent
+Sympathetic
+Quiet
+Content
+Traditional
+Wise
+Loyal
+Free-thinking
+Defensive
+Adamant
I SEE. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY[/color]?
DETAILED HISTORY PLEASE.
INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR SKILLS?
SKILL INFORMATION.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Fire Breathing | Total |
06 | 05 | 08 | 07 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 44 |
FINALLY, AT THE END! MY NAME IS haden
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