Post by Rider on Feb 23, 2007 12:54:58 GMT -5
your name: rider
other characters RPed on DRA: none
character:
name: Eragon
age: 15
gender: male
race: Dragon Rider
allegiance: Varden
description: Eragon has brown hair that slightly covers his ears, and deep brown eyes. He is very muscular, and speaks only the human language. Eragon is very intelligent, and is a wonderful swordsman. He also knows quite a bit about the use of archery, and it is one of his favorite subjects. He is around 5'8" or 5'9", and weights between 150-170lbs.
He usually wears a brown tunic and pants, and black leather boots. He owns a small blade, and a human made bow with small arrows. He sometimes carries around a dagger, and is always found wearing his belt, and sword hilt. Eragon carries a brown pack, which holds his food, canteens, and armor. He always carries with him at least a few crowns in his pack, and supplies.
personality: Eragon has a very calm and hasty nature. He sometimes does things without thinking, but is also very calm. Eragon is an excellent swordsman, and is an even better archer. For fun, Eragon loves to practice his archery or combat. and ever Arhery has always been Eragon's favorite thing to do in his spare time, and it is one of his favorite battle subjects. He is very brave, intelligent, and kind, and would make a wonderful lifelong friend.
Eragon's personality reflects who he is. A hasty boy, with a powerful inside. His intelligence gives him high authority within the town of Carvahall, even with his age, and he is very respected throughout the townsfolk. Usually, he is very merciful, and loves to show kindness to others. That is why is respected so highly within the town.
history:History: Eragon grew up in the small town of Carvahall with his uncle Garrow and cousin Roran. His mother left him in Carvahall for a reason unknown to Eragon. He had grown up under the care of his uncle all his life and had sometimes imagined what his parents would be like. He enjoyed spending most of his time outdoors, helping with the farmwork. Sometimes, in the evening, the old storyteller Brom would tell stories of the dragon riders. Eragon listened intently to these stories, for he was very interested in the subject.
Eragon thoroughly enjoyed hunting, even in the spine where no one dared venture. He spent most of his life practicing archery, and weilding a plow. His uncle taught him all about certain crops, tools, animals, plants, and weather patterns. He sometimes liked to joke around and rough house with his cousin Roran, who was like a brother to him. They spent hours telling jokes to one another, and wrestling. Often times Eragon wondered what life would be like outside of his small farmhouse. He often ventured into town to sell crops and anything else he could forage for a small profit. Eragon's life was very ordinary for 15 years, until something changed his life forever.
family: Eragon grew up with his Uncle Garrow, and his cousin Roran. He lived in the small town of Carvahall, until one day he found a dragon egg and left his family. Later on in the next year, Eragon discovered that Morzan was his father, and that Murtagh was his brother. Selena, Eragon's mother, had traveled to Carvahall and had given Eragon to Garrow.
other: None
rp sample: Eragon walked slowly past the trees, feet crunching the new fallen leaves. Winter was just around the corner, and Eragon could feel the cold breeze against his cheeks. Tears sprung to his eyes as the cold wind hit with melicious intensions. He shuddered against the freezing atmosphere, and remembered why he was here, in the woods once more.
His family needed food, and food was what Eragon must supply. He notched his bow and crept deeper into the forest. He spotted the deer, the one that would be his family's dinner. He quietly pulled back the string on his bow and let the arrow speed through the air. It never hit it's target, for the deer jumped from the flying arrow at just the right time. A flash of light appeared before Eragon's eyes, and he walked closer to the source. There before him sat a saphire blue stone. He touched it with the tip of his arrow, it seemed safe. He quietly picked up the stone and carefully slid it into his brown pack. He closed the pack and stood. This stone would be Eragon's destiny. He did not know everything about the stone, but it seemed that it were calling to him, through the rough hide that surrounded it. Calling his name....