Race:Elf
Gender:Kona
"Woman"
Name:Aiedail Deloi Fethr
"Morning Star" "Earth" "Feather"
(Meanings of the Ancient Language, though she doesn't like to be addressed by the English)
Age:Five hundred and sixty three
Appearance:To the right.
Close up Another And AnotherPersonality:Aiediel is incredibly bold, always ready to do something mischievous or outrageous. She is constantly in trouble with the other Dragon Riders - even though she is one of the oldest - as she prefers to confuse others and hide things, and tends to be rather unpredictable in what she will do. Even though she is trouble with a capitol T, Aiediel enjoys spending time with her fellow riders and being around little kids, though she has no wish to tutor anyone anymore - her memory loss prevents this anyway. She doesn't see the Riders that much anymore though, however much she likes their companionship.
She has no wish to settle down any time soon, though does want a little girl to spoil to pieces, and is quite athletic in the sense that she has to fight a lot in battle to settle arguments down.
History:This elf has always felt secure due to her background, or she did until her grandmother died in the fight against Galbatorix - Aiediel wasn't alive at the time, though she has heard so many different accounts that she feels as if she had been there. Her grandmother was Islanzadi, and so, technically, she is Aiediel Drottningu, but having a little sister helps in the fact that because she doesn't want to be Queen that there is someone else to take over.
Aiediel had the typical elven upbringing, when she was twenty she queued up to touch the Dragon Eggs and had the joy of Roslarb hatching for her. It was then that she got her wish, and joined the ranks of the riders.
Since she finished her Rider Training, Aiediel has had a handful of students, human and elf, before traveling to Alagaesia to oversee it. About ten years after she returned to Alagaesia, Aiediel finally had to go to battle. Separated from Roslarb, the elf was fighting and getting further away from him when she was ambushed. Sustaining severe head injuries, Aiediel was immediately taken by dragon to the Rider Stronghold where she was treated.
When she awoke, it was clear that she had severe memory loss - she couldn't remember who she was, where she came from, or why she was there. The only thing she could remember was her true name and the name Roslarb.
Ever since that fateful ambush two centuries before, Aiediel has been wandering the land with Roslarb, trying to find out who she is.
Crush:None, at the moment.
Weapon Choice:Sword, to the left, and
Bow and ArrowsOther:I hope this is okay.
Race:Dragon
Gender:Male
Name:Roslarb
Age:Five hundred and forty three
Appearance:RoslarbPersonality:Roslarb used to be quite a cheerful dragon, carefree even, but ever since his Rider's accident he has become far too overprotective and never lets her out of his sight. He is very wary of humans, even the human Riders, and distrusts them to such an extent that he can not even be in the same room as them anymore. This dragon is one not to mess with, if his Rider is threatened then he will go into a frenzy, not leaving her side for side for a moment, not letting her leave his back sometimes.
Sometimes his hatred for humans clouds his judgement, but often he is wise and thoughtful, dragging Aiediel back to the Rider Stronghold for the meetings - so they are always represented there.
History:Roslarb hatched for Aiediel over five centuries ago, always there for her. He helped mentor a few Riders, enjoying his job very much but yearning to get out there and see the world that they had only glimpsed of. It was he who begged Aiediel to leave the Rider's Stronghold and go out into the world, to see how others lived.
Oh how he regretted what he had done when that battle ended.
In the battle that would change everything, Roslarb barely noticed that Aiediel had left his side, that she had disappeared. It was only when he heard her mental screams that he realised that she had gone, and by then it was too late. He found his Rider bloodied on the floor and managed to kill her attackers - humans.
His hatred for humans was born, as well as his protective side.
Since then he has stayed by Aiediel's side, aiding her, helping her remember with no luck yet.
Crush:None, at the moment.
Weapon Choice:Teeth, tail, claws and fire
Other:None.
Race:Elf
Gender:Male
Name:Gale Norm
Age:Two hundred and thirty
Appearance:To the left, and he has a yawe tattoo on his shoulder.
Personality:Gale is quite mysterious, he prefers not to talk about anyone to anyone, or rather not talk at all. He isn't at all sociable, he shuns the elven society, having broken contact with them for a couple of centuries - since his mother died, that is. Now that he is once again talking to people his motives are often questioned, and often people search for hidden meanings around him when he simply felt the time was right to get immersed in the culture that he had seemingly forgotten about.
He does not like to be on his own, he keeps a werecat with him by the name of Soraia as a companion, being alone has never appealed to him. Soraia is one of the only people that Gale trusts completely as trust is hard to gain - and is the only person that knows Gale's true name. Of course, it is a rarity for an elf to share their true name and the pair have a history that goes back to before his parents died and the trust he has for the werecat goes to extremes.
History:His history has always been strange, befriending a werecat from a young age is odd enough, and when his mother died in a battle Gale became secluded from everyone. Gale's first twenty years went swiftly, and he watched with envy as a red egg went through the city of Kirtan, not hatching for him at all. This led Gale to believe that he wasn't 'good' enough for the Elven society and that he was a disgrace. He brooded on these thoughts for a couple of decades, wandering Du Weldenvarden.
He was about forty when he decided that he wanted nothing to do with either Elves or Dragon Riders, and settled down in Farthen Dur with the Dwarves. When his werecat companion threatened to leave him by himself, Gale grudgingly agreed to travel around. His heart still lies with the mountain city though, but eventually the duo returned to Du Weldenvarden. When word reached him that he had a sister, he travelled to Teirm to look after her. He only managed to look after her for four years before returning to the forest that is his temporary home. He hasn't seen her since because he accepted the yawe tattoo - lifelong service to the Queen.
Crush:None, yet.
Weapon Choice:Just a red
blade that he assisted in the forging of.
Other:None.
Race:Werecat
Gender:Male
Name:Soraia
Age:Unknown, he doesn't even know.
Appearance:Soraia, but with trousers and a tunic.
Personality:Unlike most werecats, Soraia has committed himself to staying with one person for as long as he lives - Gale. He is quite loyal, preferring not to leave anyone he is seemingly close to when they are in trouble. If he's in trouble, he knows that he will have help so he dare not ruin that truce he has. Soraia doesn't speak in riddles, speaking his mind at most times, and is used to just saying whatever - even if it isn't exactly polite. This werecat loves curling up in sunlight, in human form or not, and loves flying - whenever he gets the chance he will fly, even though his lifestyle restricts his options.
History:Soraia's history is quite complex, and he has been around a lot longer than he would like to admit.
The important bit was that he saved Gale when the elf was in trouble, and Gale has done a lot in return so the werecat finds himself in debt to the Elf. It was he who planted the seeds of leaving the Elves in Gale's mind, though he will deny it at all times. He managed to get Gale away from Farthen Dur, fearing that they would have spent the rest of eternity there, and suggested traveling.
He had decided against going with them, deciding to try living with a Dragon Rider for a while, but when Gale begged him to stay with him he grudgingly agreed to go with him. Now he finds life travelling oddly relaxing. Eventually, though, he will disappear for a few months and stay with someone else.
Crush:No one.
Weapon Choice:Nothing, he leaves the fighting to Gale and whoever he is with.
Other:Nothing, really.
Race:Half-human, half-elf.
Gender:Female
Name:Tirion Norm
Age:Sixteen
Appearance:ClickyPersonality:Tirion is incredibly gentle, she couldn't hurt a fly, and she tends to get embarrassed incredibly easily. She is a good listener, not quite so good at talking or approaching people though, and she's someone to rely on in hard times. Although she is gentle and kind, Tirion has to live and she is well-known for scamming people out of money in her home town - Teirm. When she does scam people she does it with a gentle smile before she cuts their money bag and making her excuses. As such, this girl is incredibly fast and can outrun most people, and is very good at making excuses to get away. Don't let her thief side put you off, she is incredibly loyal to those she loves and with fight to the death to save them - even though she hates fighting.
History:This girl was born to a human mother and an elven father who seemed appalled at the hybrid that they had created - even though having a child is a great show of love for an Elf. Her father left though to return to Du Weldenvarden because he had other 'responsibilities', and her mother was left to bring her up. She has never seen the forests of Du Weldenvarden, though she also belongs there, and she moved from Illirea to Teirm when she was four. Disease struck her mother not long after they arrived in Teirm, and she was left practically an orphan. She was taken in by an old couple, but when news of an Elf and a Werecat reached them it was clear that her father had returned - or so it seemed. It was a brother that she had known nothing about, an Elf more than two centuries older than her, who had come to look after her until she was old enough to look after herself. It lasted about four years, she had spent two with the old couple, and at the age of ten the Elf left her after teaching her how to live.
So she had to become a thief - and a very good one at that. It was either that or die, and she didn't want to die yet. She currently lives in a small room above a Baker, having rented it for a couple of years.
Crush:No one, yet.
Weapon Choice:Only a
dagger, but she's incredibly skilled with it.
Other:I hope that's okay?
