Post by CATHAL PACE on Dec 19, 2010 1:38:13 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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CATHAL PACE
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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] , Cathal Pace
NICKNAME[/color] , None.
SPECIES[/color] , Human
AGE[/color] , Fifty Eight
BIRTHDAY[/color] , January 16th
HEIGHT[/color] , Five Foot Eleven Inches
BODY TYPE[/color] , Athletic but older
ALLIANCE[/color] , Thivea
HOMETOWN[/color] , Tharcius
PROFESSION[/color] , Muneris Captain
SEXUALITY[/color] , Heterosexual
APPEARANCE[/color] ,
click for picture of clothing.[/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?
Dragons, Politics, Debates, Traveling, Sightseeing, Stars, Simple Things, Hearing Stories, Culture, Family-Bonding
AND WHAT DO YOU HATE?
Ethaia's Views, Dragon Slayers, Failure, Foreign Spies (slightly hypocritical), War, Bloodshed, Death, Large Crowds, The Black Market, Islands
OKAY... WELL, WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
To protect my family, to win the war with Ethaia (or maintain peace), to see Muneris excel.
GOOD LUCK, THEN. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?
Family is hurt or dead, Muneris fails and results in death, Volcanoes.
YIKES. NOW, LIST TEN CHARACTERISTICS THAT DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
Noble, Adventurous, Family-oriented, Disciplined, Cultural, Temperamental, Patient, Absent-minded (at times), Friendly, Leaderly
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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.
Through a long chain of ancestral blood, I am the second cousin twice removed to the Overlord of Thivea. Within the Royal Family, I am not of high status. I have been given the opportunity to live in the Royal Castle, and with my parents that is where I grew up, with the rest of the Royal Family. My father, named Callan, was a noble man. After graduating from the Academy, not to learn of dragons or magic, simply political policy, he worked for the Overlord of Thivea in the Council. He had been offered the position of President of the Council two times, both of which he had declined. When I asked him of his refusal, he had informed me that he did not want to be promoted because he did not like the prospect of having such a glamorous life. He had seen and befriended the peasants and was not interested in anything more, for he already had so much. My father died a happy man when I was forty six years old.
My mother, Arielle, was a beautiful woman, both in spirit and appearance. She had taught at the academy for almost twenty years. She was a dragon rider, and a very good one at that. Unfortunately, when I was twenty two years old, the day before my graduation from the Academy, my father had told me that my mother was dead. When I asked for the cause, he shook his head unknowingly. The doctors had predicted a heart attack.
I have just one younger sibling. My brother, Declan, is four years younger than I am. He and my mother were very close. When my mother had died, my brother disappeared. My father and I tried to search for him, but were unable to find him. However, over the years, he had left clues to let us know that he was indeed still alive.
Ah, my beautiful wife, Lucille. She is a fifty five year old spunk of a woman whom I have been married to for almost thirty five years. She and I have three children - two daughters, and one son. The oldest child is Tara, who is thirty three years old. Our second child was Camille, who is twenty nine years old. Finally, our youngest and our first son is named Callan, who is twenty six years old.
SOUNDS INTERESTING. OKAY. NOW, JUST TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR PAST.
I was born in the Mystic's Ford Hospital in Tharcius on January 16th. I was the first child to be born into the Pace family between my two parents, Callan and Lucille. My parents had been fortunate in their upbringing within the Royal Family, where I was able to live in the castle happily and nearly worry free. While I was not a high member of the Royal Family, I did get to interact with the other children, such as the prince and the princesses. I was invited to all royal gatherings appropriate to my age, including the famous "Fear Fest" celebrations, which were always extravagant at the Royal Castle and in Thivea. My childhood was quite pleasant.
I was admitted into the Academy at a somewhat late age, due to my parents desire to keep me home for as long as possible. I was finally admitted into the Academy at the age of sixteen, upon my first attempt, where I succeeded. I was not necessarily the top of my class, however, I was an exceptional student. I wanted to be a dragon rider - that was inevitable. I had worked hard in my classes for six years. It is hard to say what exactly is considered to be the normal length of time in the Academy, for it depends on a variety of factors. I, for example, took all classes except the magic-related classes. Most students will prefer to focus on one or two fields of academic study, allowing them to graduate between four or five years. For me, it took six. I was twenty two years old when I finally graduated. Unfortunately, the graduation was not a pleasant celebration - my mother's death had just preceeded it.
After graduating, I had gone to the incubation room. I was invited to Isle Asis, but refused due to my desire to stay close to home for my mother's death. I was invited back later, but by that time, I had already chosen my dragon. My mind must have been elsewhere, appropriately so, for I could not choose any of the eggs that would be right for me. I had gone home, without a dragon, when I was greeted by Bina. She did not seem affected by my mother's death, her previous dragon rider, however she was solemn. She had told me that she has witnessed many of her close ones die. It was a natural part of life, and for Arielle, it was her time. When asked if I had chosen a dragon, I had informed her that I didn't. None of those dragons seemed like the right one. She told me that maybe the right dragon wasn't in the incubator, but rather a dragon that's right in front of him. I realized that Bina was the dragon for me - just as she had served my mother and my grandmother. Bina became my dragon.
We spent two years together, simply exploring Thivea and practicing our relationship together during battle. She was not the most ideal dragon for fighting, however she was certainly still a threat. After two years, I applied for the team Muneris, a Secret Service Team for Thivea. We were both accepted just one week later. We served Team Muneris for twenty one years, before the captain retired. He had appointed me the next Captain, which I happily accepted. I have been captain for thirteen years, proudly with Bina by my side.
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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]
Cathal's battle skill lies primarily in his sword craft. He uses a long sword to fight the opposition. In rare cases, he will use his sword to throw in order to slay his enemies. However, this has proven to be a rather risky move as it will leave him without any weapon, except a small dagger he can use for a last resort. Cathal's sword has been crafted from a mysterious metal found on the island of Blue Volcano, discovered by Bina when she was a child. The sword is nearly indestructible, however is especially weak against elemental damage.
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU KNOW?
He has no magical ability.
THE SKILL CHART.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Medical | Total |
08 | 09 | 10 | 00 | 05 | 05 | 10 | 47 |
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ONE WORD, ONE WORD ,
tells me everything i need to know[/font][/color]
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BINASHAKU
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NICKNAME[/color] , Grandma Bina, Bina
SPECIES[/color] , Antiqua
AGE[/color] , Two Hundred Forty Eight
BIRTHDAY[/color] , March 21st
HOMETOWN[/color] , Isle Asis[/blockquote]
OKAY, DRAGON... WHAT ARE YOU ALL ABOUT[/color]?
patient, wise, knowledgeable, loving, caring, motherly, nurturing, peaceful, playful, joyful
I SEE. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY[/color]?
I was born shortly after the arrival of dragon riders to Validexo. My birth was silent and with little celebration. My parents had the intention of never allowing me to go near the dragon riders. They were imbeciles, they told me. They are not meant to be feared, or treated as equals, for they have improperly invaded our territory and our home. Architectural buildings were on the rise - towns and villages were being created. Politics were starting to take a part in the human society. My grandparents continued to speak of the good days, when dragons were able to roam through the lands freely and with no interruption or expectations. A peaceful world for dragons was coming to an end. My generation would be the last to recognize and be able to experience what it means to live in a free world. What a world that was.
My childhood was a normal one. My grandparents would often times be the ones caring for me - as my parents often times when on long fleets of travel to explore the unknown, or unfamiliar, territory of this continent. They were involved in an organization in researching, spying, and learning of the humans goals with the dragons. They were not dragon-riders themselves, however, after their research, they would no longer dismiss the prospect completely like my grandparents had. As a child, I was often times told stories about evil dragon riders and humans who tried to control them. Humans would tie the dragon up in an underground dungeon, cold, dark, and damp with no food and little water. The dragon's wings had been clipped and teeth were chipped. Their claws were cut and they had no way to fight. They were in complete control of the humans. Those were just stories however, and I had never seen dragons being treated as such. But I believed them.
My grandparents died when I was thirteen years old. My parents continued to travel, but by this age, I was more than prepared to wander the world on my own. I was a beautiful dragon back in my day - male dragons would make attempts at swooning me. But I always aggressive, and a fierce warrior. I was somewhat feared, and came off often times as rather threatening. I never did settle down or meet the right male dragon, but I also had no interest in romance. Knowledge was my true passion. As I began to travel the world, I tried to stay away from humans and dragon riders as much as I could. I wanted nothing to do with them - they were evil begins, as my grandparents had taught me. Through my lonely travels, I had come across a group of dragons who were known as "The Greaters", meant to promote dragon spirituality and individualism. Dragons were not meant to be feared, taught, kept, or slaved - they were meant to be free, respected, and honored. The Greaters made it a goal to teach the world of these lessons.
Unfortunately, many opposed our organization. When I was thirty six years old, much later, our first opposition had shown itself. They were from the northern area of the continent, and humans began to try to take down members of our group. They were successful. They used their dragons to fight us - it was unheard of to ever use dragons in battle against other dragons, and it was a memorable, unfortunate experience. I will always remember the first dragon I had ever slain. He was a young, fierce yellow dragon with a heart of gold. However, I had to protect my comrades. I had no choice. Over half of our organization was destroyed in a single sitting - a single war that would eventually lead to more opposition against dragons with no riders. The Greaters had broken apart after that event. I had left, as I had no interest in battling other dragons for a profit, even if it was a profit I believed in.
I had kept myself hidden for several years following. I would travel throughout Validexo - often times going back to Isle Asis where dragons could roam wildly. Nobody would dare enter that island unprepared for the prospect of dying. The dragons there were free, and that's what I wanted to be. I still had the image in my head that humans were horrible creatures. I spent the next fifty-some years simply traveling, learning, and educating myself. My knowledge grew. I read books and scriptures. I learned of the architecture of the old Validexo, where Validexo was one kingdom. I remember those buildings - they were large, and beautiful. Some were as tall as trees. There was a faint peace amongst the country. However, the opposition grew stronger. And soon, the politicians could see what was happening.
The Greaters message had traveled to other dragons as well. When I was 98 years old, the world was changing. The south was fighting with the north - for the north believed that control was necessary, while the south wanted the dragons to be more free. Both sides were right in their own way, however rather than making a peaceful resolution, both sides had decided on a war. The King of Validexo was stuck in the middle and had to make a difficult decision - his two sons split the country in half, and thus Ethaia and Thivea were born.
During the split, free, or as they called it, wild, dragons who were found in the north were captured to be analyzed. I had tried my best to remain hidden, however I was not successful. I was captured. I was a large dragon - one of the last remaining dragons from my era, as a large majority of them had been killed. I did not fight back. Instead, my eyes watched their every move. I was analyzing them just as much as they were analyzing me. I was questioned and interrogated. They did not beat me, but they were not friendly. They wanted to know my motives, which I could not answer. When asked of my thoughts on humans, I said, "Humans are a different species from dragons. We have seen things that humans will not understand." Evidently, that was "blasphemy" against their race. I was imprisoned.
Kept in the dungeons of the Royal Castle of Eulea, I was alone for a long time. A couple other young dragons had joined me, however most were sent to the Academy to learn how to be a dragon for a rider. The dragons in the dungeon with me were far too young to be treated so poorly. The poor conditions were unacceptable. I never had children of my own, however my old age did allow me to take care of plenty. One night, six years into imprisonment, three young dragons had remained. I had blown a fireball into the ceiling - which broke through the first floor of the Royal Castle. The three dragons escaped - I was taken to the King. I was bound. My wings were not clipped, but they were immobile. I felt like the dragon my grandparents told me of - for I could not move, and my freedom was taken away. I was patient.
When approached to the Overlord, I was asked why I had released the young dragons. I told him that young dragons need to be in the world, for if they are trapped, they will turn evil and fight against those who have trapped him. He asked why I hadn't followed, and I told him that I have already seen the world when it was good and healthy, and that now, there was nothing for me to see. "The world is not such an evil place," he informed me. "There are good things. Technology is growing. Do you - Do you know what a dragon rider is?" I remained silent as my eyes glowed into his. "The relationship between the rider and the dragon is infinite - it is mutual respect and honor. They are equals. Those in Thivea do not understand this." I felt a roar escape from my lungs, rumbling through the echoing room. The Overlord remained silent, with a small smile on his face. "I will send you to my brother. He has been looking for a dragon from the old world. You do not seem to be a threat."
Two weeks later, I arrived in Tharcius, the capital of Thivea. The King of Thivea was welcoming and was such a kind man. While I never expected myself to ever want to be a dragon with a rider, it had turned into that, inevitably. I became the King's dragon. I did not fight, but I was his partner. I helped in political decision making. I was an ample part in his life. I was truly, an equal. I know my grandparents would be upset with me, and they look down at me from above with shame or sorrow. But I am happy and pleased that there are people in the world who do want peace between the dragons.
When the King passed, I was left alone again. I stayed in the Royal Castle with my own room. I was lonely, yet surrounded by people. I wanted another rider. It was then that a woman named Victoria had met me. She was a member of the Royal Family, and had attended the Academy. Her baby dragon was killed at the age of two, and she has refused any more dragon partners since. She was an older woman - but sweet. She and I had gotten along well immediately, and soon, I was her dragon. When she died, I was passed to her daugther, and happily so. And when her daughter passed, I moved on to who I say will be my final dragon rider: Cathal Pace. I do not wish to travel through riders any farther, as my age is dwindling.
Cathal and I joined the Secret Service Team of Thivea, called Muneris. We have been on that team for thirty four years, and serving as the Captain for thirteen years. I want to make a last impact on this world for dragons - I want us to be at peace, and I only hope that I can live to see that day.
INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR SKILLS?
"In my day, I was a fierce warrior - my name was feared, and my presence was felt for miles. But, with my old age, my skills have since become only memories and stories. My intelligence is by far more advanced than the average intelligence of our modern dragons, and even humans. I prefer not to fight. In fact, I very rarely fight unless it is for self-preservation of myself or my rider. I have gone around the bend far too many times to realize that violence has not lead to anything except more violence. My typical role within the dragon rider team of Muneris is for traveling and strategical purposes. While I can fire breathe, and fight if necessary, my stamina makes it quite difficult to keep up to the proper standards."
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Fire Breathing | Total |
07 | 09 | 10 | 09 | 03 | 08 | 10 | 56 |
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]
