Post by Gwyndar on Jun 13, 2010 23:04:00 GMT 2
Gwyndar
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"If we don't change direction soon, we'll end up where we're going. "
you say you're curious[/color]
CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: September 21st
CLASS: rich commoner
TITLE/RANK: Gwyndar the wanderer
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider
ALIGNMENT: neutral
ALLIGANCE: none
RACE: half-Elf
CANON:No[/SIZE]
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color]I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR:Dark
WEIGHT: unknown
HEIGHT: 6'5
PLAY-BY: Jake Gyllenhaal
GENERAL:usually swathed in dark full bodied robes. When people do get to look at him properly they notice mainly the darkness of his eyes and the way he dresses in blending clothes. Despite being a dragon rider he keeps to the ground and hides in the shadows to forrage for his food. His appearance is never something pleasant and he was never one to settle down with anyone. No man nor woman has claimed his attention.
As his stocky build shows through his clothes Gwyndar generally changes them regularly, training with his dragon on almost a daily basis means they become haggard and torn. Not useful when sleeping in the great outdoors night after night.
When he does make a public appearance he does so by hiding in the shadows and having his hood over his face to prevent being seen. He is unwilling to get wrapped up within the war. After all, he and his dragon preferred life to suicide. That being said he is not an unattractive man. Many wome have commented on his chisled appearance being something of a turn on. Too bad he isnt interested. [/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: being recognised, other dragons, other people, socialising, the idea of commitment, the idea of children
STRENGTHS: able to command his dragon well, swordsmanship and archery as second nature on dragon back, keeping hidden, resourceful
WEAKNESSES:anti-social, unwilling to help, neutral to the war, sarcastic and spiteful, recovering broken rib from getting tinto an argument with his dragon
QUIRKS/HABITS: cracks knuckles regularly, when thinking Gwyndar is known to take overly large deep breaths, scratching a spot behind his dragons neck when riding to show he cares (only sign of compassion he ever has)
FEARS: being captured by a kings guard, being called into action by the dragon leader, losing his dragon, dying in battle
GOALS:to make it out of this silly feud alive
PERSONALITYOvertly antisocial Gwyndar keeps to himself most of the time. He does not enjoy socialising with anything more than his Dragon. Once a well acclaimed Dragon rider among the caves he has become reclused and hardened by living in the outside for so long. However it does not show when those who dont know him; see him.
Those who do know of him, of his ruthless reputation should be wary not to report him. Those who attempt can be found the next morning as a victim or with a frightening message.
Those who catch a glimpse of him in the distance would struggle to see him behind his dark clothes. They, in a way reflect the darkness swirling inside the handsom male. He and his dragon have bonded to a point where they reflect each others personalities. While Gwyndar is seemingly antisocial his dragon is frequent to breed. They are opposing personalities, but their companionship and loyalty to each other surpass any friction.[/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me
[/color]WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU[/font][/center]
FATHER: N/A (orphaned)
SIBLINGS: N/A (orphaned)
OTHER: Dragon trainer became a paternal figure, dragon has become only compannion
FAMILIAR/PET:
MOUNT: Siruth, Black Dragon
PLACE OF BIRTH: Stryklak
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Constantly on the move, never sleeping in the same place for over a week. Currently in Maldrua on wishes of his dragon to visit their cave.
WEAPONRY:small daggers always within reach, well versed in swrodsmanship using elfen blades and archery from dragonback. Owns his own made bow and arrows, trained by his elfen father to make weaponry
HISTORY:Born and raised in the hard land of Stryklak Gwyndar as he is now known was first named Gwyndarian Atara, born of a well to do elven blacksmith who had given up his way of life to marry a human. Their location however, prevented him from ever exposing his magical self, until the day that he disowned his son forever due to a family fued.
When he disowned his son and his wife he revealed his magic and announced he would return to hiding, to never see them again and to wish such terrible things upon them it was a force to be reckoned with.
At the age of sevenm Gwyndar travelled alone to the land of the dragon riders, finding company in a lone traveller who eventually became his dragon trainer. Giving aid to the small boy as he found his magical place and becoming a fully trained dragon rider by his twenty third birthday.
That was the year his paternal figure died. And the year Gwyndar hid from the world.
After mourning his mentory of sixteen years, Gwyndar and his dragon set off. Becoming loners and wanderers, forever roaming the plains and stopping in each land to purchase their unique samples. Never once staying in the local accomodation and favouring sleeping outdoors under a new shelter of trees, or a cave or even a makeshift tent every night.
Whenever someone recognised him from legend of a dragon rider gone missing he would once again flee. His reputation as a ruthless and emotionless half breed was not something he preferred the authorative figures to find out. For now he has settled back into his cave in Maldrua. His dragon coming into season means that any wish he has is granted by the rider. Or be left behind.
He gives his dragon time to find its mate for the year, like himself he never stays for too long. But unlike his dragon, Gwyndar has no need to breed.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
[/color]COULD BE A DEMON IN A MASK[/font][/center]
AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE: 3
CONTACT: pm
MEMBER TITLE: Skilled Craftsman
ANSWER: fluffy hobbit
EXAMPLE:
"Hush Siruth, the time is not for contemplating once again your constant breeding season." The dark hooded figure whispered as he travelled through the thick underbush of the forest. His dragon high above him far enough away to not cause suspician, but near enouh to hear his rider. Cloaked in the darkness of night the black dragon could soar in the air while Gwyndar walked alone on foot. His way of keeping his identity something of a secret. If he were to travel on dragon back as many of his brothers did he would be known within moments and rounded up by either of the kings armies.
Despite many of the others of his kind, be they elf or half breed as he himself was; he had no position in this war. He was a wanderer and held no alliance to any kingdom. He and his dragon were simply trying to keep themselves out of the spotlight.
Like many of the dragon riders before him, their alliance to a kingdom was sought after. With the elfen blood running through him Gwyndar worried more for his safety than most should. He had no intention to fight in any war, or to fight in general. 'though he sparred with his dragon daily in the attempt to better his fitness level and become more spritely with each coming eyar it gave an impression that he was a fighter.
"And do not attempt to sway me with another winge about your needs. You know well that i am not the rider to speak to when you speak of that subject." He added with a growl, stopping suddenly for a rustle within the undergrowth. Pulling his hood closer to his face and reaching under his waistline for the small elfen crafted blade he watched as a hare scurried out from the bushes.
With a sinister smirk Gwyndar gave a low chuckle before darting after the running beast. 'Lunch ...' He thought hungrily.
Despite many of the others of his kind, be they elf or half breed as he himself was; he had no position in this war. He was a wanderer and held no alliance to any kingdom. He and his dragon were simply trying to keep themselves out of the spotlight.
Like many of the dragon riders before him, their alliance to a kingdom was sought after. With the elfen blood running through him Gwyndar worried more for his safety than most should. He had no intention to fight in any war, or to fight in general. 'though he sparred with his dragon daily in the attempt to better his fitness level and become more spritely with each coming eyar it gave an impression that he was a fighter.
"And do not attempt to sway me with another winge about your needs. You know well that i am not the rider to speak to when you speak of that subject." He added with a growl, stopping suddenly for a rustle within the undergrowth. Pulling his hood closer to his face and reaching under his waistline for the small elfen crafted blade he watched as a hare scurried out from the bushes.
With a sinister smirk Gwyndar gave a low chuckle before darting after the running beast. 'Lunch ...' He thought hungrily.
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