Post by Boombang on Jun 15, 2008 3:27:30 GMT -5
Full Name: Bartor
Race: Human
Side: Galzo
Birthplace: Eragönia
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthday: Late winter
Appearance: Bartor is tall and lean with tanned skin, his body is built more for agility rather than strength, still his hard work from training and exercises is noticeable in his physique. He has short black hair that lies on his forehead and light green eyes. The only facial hair on his face is stubble. Bartor’s torso is covered in a number of scars.
Clothing: Bartor wears black pants with matching boots and a red tunic that has become rather dirty. He also has his uncle’s armor which is a full suit of armor, black in color and the empire emblem is etched into it in various places. Also Bartor has a black hooded cloak he wears when traveling.
Weight: 180
Height: 6'2
Magic User: Yes
Weapon(s): Bartor has two custom made long swords from a dwarven smith, both blades have a slight curve to them. The blades are practically identical besides the words etched into them that are andlat “death” and fyrn “war”.
Personality: Bartor can be very manipulative and cunning often misleading others for his own personal gain, he is selfish placing Striden and himself above all others, he is naïve and not the best at making decisions which is why he relies on Galzo so much. Bartor’s got a mouth on him too and could careless how it makes others feel. He has sensitive side, but has learned to hide it very well by being cruel.
Likes/Dislikes: He likes Striden, women, violence, fighting, fire and magic. He dislikes being made fun of, showing emotions, and being underestimated.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Bartor is very good at tricking/manipulating people, he is also a great swordsmen and magician. Bartor doesn’t always think before he acts which can lead to regrets, although he hides it well. Bartor isn’t the best at making choices which is why he has to rely on Galzo, the man bottles up all of his feelings hiding them from all and he loses his temper rather easily.
Family: Father- Galbatorix, Mother- Pearla, Uncle- Ramel and Half-brother- Galzo
History: Bartor was born in the city of Eragönia after a short affair between his mother Pearla and the king Galbatorix. He was never acknowledged as a son by the king, but plenty knew of his existence which was probably the only reason he and his mother were housed in the castle. From a young age the only father figure Bartor had was his uncle Ramel, a soldier in Galbatorix’s army. As a young boy Bartor had always aspired to become a dragon rider and fight for his father. At the age eleven he became obsessed with the blade and begged his uncle to teach him in the ways. After much whining Ramel finally agreed for two years he trained with his uncle until he died in the war, soon after his father was murdered as well and the boy had lost hope of becoming a rider.
After the defeat of Galbatorix he and his mother fled to the south. On their journey to Lithgow his mother grew ill and unfortunately died a day before they arrived in the city. Alone at thirteen left with only a steed and old family possessions Bartor was unsure what to do. Fortunately for Bartor a group of mercenaries ran into the boy on the path to Lithgow, out of pity the invited him to join them. Bartor’s job was to clean the weapons and armor and at night he would spar with a few of the guys. For a year and a half Bartor traveled with the group until one day they came upon the city of Aberon. It reminded Bartor so much of Eragonia and the life he had, the teen didn’t want to leave. So he parted ways with mercenaries and headed into the city. For six months he worked at an inn in exchange for a room and meal, until he was contacted by his half brother Galzo. Galzo had a good chunk of years on Bartor and the teen couldn’t stand why he had sought him out.
When they met Galzo made an offer to Bartor he could not refuse, a chance at the life he had dreamed for, the life of a dragon rider. When Galzo first told him about the dragon eggs Bartor was skeptical, but after he left Aberon with him that night and witnessed Galzo’s dragon he was a believer. After a few days of camping out away from the city one of the eggs hatched for Bartor, he named him Striden. Galzo returned to the city alone to find friends of his who he wished to give the same opportunity to while Bartor stayed behind to bond with Striden. Eventually both of the other eggs hatched and the riders set out to Galzo’s base. The group of riders trained there under Galzo until now.
RP Sample: Comfortably sitting in the saddle on Striden’s back Bartor watched the group of humans who had to be outlaws from the look of their clothing and their behavior. Striden’s neck bent over the cliff he stood on. How much you think they got? The dragon asked eager to give them a scare and show off once more. Anything is enough right? Bartor replied giving the go for Striden to drop in on them.
Wings folded shut as the dragon leapt into a dive off of the high cliff. Slowly he opened them up little by little to slow down, until they were close to the ground. Landing directly in front of them Striden let out a loud roar and a stream of fire, as if his presence wasn’t enough alone. The four men in front of the jumped in fear, all of them looked rough and dirty. They were definitely criminals and the bags in their possession made him believe they were thieves.
With a quick jump the young man was off of the dragon’s back and on his feet. Taking a few steps toward the men he pulled Andlat from its sheath. ”Hand them over” Two of the men were quick to hold their bags in front of them while one tried to hide his own and the fourth was just completely defiant. From the first two he snatched the bags deciding to go after the defiant one next. Under his breath he muttered a word and watched with a grin as the man became engulfed in flames. After he dropped the bag falling to his knees to die Bartor retrieved it now heading to the one remaining bag of goods. He laughed as the bag was held out in front of him. Once he had all of the bags he remounted Striden.
Mad is better than death right? The man asked looking between the three men. The maroon dragon responded with a nod. Bartor found it amazingly easy break the barriers and get into their heads. After all had fallen to there knees from the pain within their head Bartor was satisfied he had done is job. Shall we go? He said looking to the sky. We shall Striden replied.
Anything extra:
Name: Striden
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Color: Maroon
Personality: Striden is very aggressive, his condescending to all humans other than Bartor. Striden speaks his mind constantly and has no care for authority. The only ones who see the nicer side of him are his fellow dragons and Bartor
Race: Human
Side: Galzo
Birthplace: Eragönia
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthday: Late winter
Appearance: Bartor is tall and lean with tanned skin, his body is built more for agility rather than strength, still his hard work from training and exercises is noticeable in his physique. He has short black hair that lies on his forehead and light green eyes. The only facial hair on his face is stubble. Bartor’s torso is covered in a number of scars.
Clothing: Bartor wears black pants with matching boots and a red tunic that has become rather dirty. He also has his uncle’s armor which is a full suit of armor, black in color and the empire emblem is etched into it in various places. Also Bartor has a black hooded cloak he wears when traveling.
Weight: 180
Height: 6'2
Magic User: Yes
Weapon(s): Bartor has two custom made long swords from a dwarven smith, both blades have a slight curve to them. The blades are practically identical besides the words etched into them that are andlat “death” and fyrn “war”.
Personality: Bartor can be very manipulative and cunning often misleading others for his own personal gain, he is selfish placing Striden and himself above all others, he is naïve and not the best at making decisions which is why he relies on Galzo so much. Bartor’s got a mouth on him too and could careless how it makes others feel. He has sensitive side, but has learned to hide it very well by being cruel.
Likes/Dislikes: He likes Striden, women, violence, fighting, fire and magic. He dislikes being made fun of, showing emotions, and being underestimated.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Bartor is very good at tricking/manipulating people, he is also a great swordsmen and magician. Bartor doesn’t always think before he acts which can lead to regrets, although he hides it well. Bartor isn’t the best at making choices which is why he has to rely on Galzo, the man bottles up all of his feelings hiding them from all and he loses his temper rather easily.
Family: Father- Galbatorix, Mother- Pearla, Uncle- Ramel and Half-brother- Galzo
History: Bartor was born in the city of Eragönia after a short affair between his mother Pearla and the king Galbatorix. He was never acknowledged as a son by the king, but plenty knew of his existence which was probably the only reason he and his mother were housed in the castle. From a young age the only father figure Bartor had was his uncle Ramel, a soldier in Galbatorix’s army. As a young boy Bartor had always aspired to become a dragon rider and fight for his father. At the age eleven he became obsessed with the blade and begged his uncle to teach him in the ways. After much whining Ramel finally agreed for two years he trained with his uncle until he died in the war, soon after his father was murdered as well and the boy had lost hope of becoming a rider.
After the defeat of Galbatorix he and his mother fled to the south. On their journey to Lithgow his mother grew ill and unfortunately died a day before they arrived in the city. Alone at thirteen left with only a steed and old family possessions Bartor was unsure what to do. Fortunately for Bartor a group of mercenaries ran into the boy on the path to Lithgow, out of pity the invited him to join them. Bartor’s job was to clean the weapons and armor and at night he would spar with a few of the guys. For a year and a half Bartor traveled with the group until one day they came upon the city of Aberon. It reminded Bartor so much of Eragonia and the life he had, the teen didn’t want to leave. So he parted ways with mercenaries and headed into the city. For six months he worked at an inn in exchange for a room and meal, until he was contacted by his half brother Galzo. Galzo had a good chunk of years on Bartor and the teen couldn’t stand why he had sought him out.
When they met Galzo made an offer to Bartor he could not refuse, a chance at the life he had dreamed for, the life of a dragon rider. When Galzo first told him about the dragon eggs Bartor was skeptical, but after he left Aberon with him that night and witnessed Galzo’s dragon he was a believer. After a few days of camping out away from the city one of the eggs hatched for Bartor, he named him Striden. Galzo returned to the city alone to find friends of his who he wished to give the same opportunity to while Bartor stayed behind to bond with Striden. Eventually both of the other eggs hatched and the riders set out to Galzo’s base. The group of riders trained there under Galzo until now.
RP Sample: Comfortably sitting in the saddle on Striden’s back Bartor watched the group of humans who had to be outlaws from the look of their clothing and their behavior. Striden’s neck bent over the cliff he stood on. How much you think they got? The dragon asked eager to give them a scare and show off once more. Anything is enough right? Bartor replied giving the go for Striden to drop in on them.
Wings folded shut as the dragon leapt into a dive off of the high cliff. Slowly he opened them up little by little to slow down, until they were close to the ground. Landing directly in front of them Striden let out a loud roar and a stream of fire, as if his presence wasn’t enough alone. The four men in front of the jumped in fear, all of them looked rough and dirty. They were definitely criminals and the bags in their possession made him believe they were thieves.
With a quick jump the young man was off of the dragon’s back and on his feet. Taking a few steps toward the men he pulled Andlat from its sheath. ”Hand them over” Two of the men were quick to hold their bags in front of them while one tried to hide his own and the fourth was just completely defiant. From the first two he snatched the bags deciding to go after the defiant one next. Under his breath he muttered a word and watched with a grin as the man became engulfed in flames. After he dropped the bag falling to his knees to die Bartor retrieved it now heading to the one remaining bag of goods. He laughed as the bag was held out in front of him. Once he had all of the bags he remounted Striden.
Mad is better than death right? The man asked looking between the three men. The maroon dragon responded with a nod. Bartor found it amazingly easy break the barriers and get into their heads. After all had fallen to there knees from the pain within their head Bartor was satisfied he had done is job. Shall we go? He said looking to the sky. We shall Striden replied.
Anything extra:
Name: Striden
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Color: Maroon
Personality: Striden is very aggressive, his condescending to all humans other than Bartor. Striden speaks his mind constantly and has no care for authority. The only ones who see the nicer side of him are his fellow dragons and Bartor
