Post by vampiress18 on Feb 10, 2009 14:13:18 GMT -5
Name: Roselyn
Age: 37
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Pale and fare white skin with long, black hair and dark green eyes. Height around 5‘3 with tattoos that look like black vines gracefully running over her arms and back. Her ears are longer then a normal elf‘s. She‘s an average weight with a hourglass form. She wears only black and dark purple gothic clothing that consist of black pants and a dark purple corset . Around her neck lays a black studded necklace that glows red when she feels her enemy is near. Around her waist rests a metal belt with her fully silver sword hanging from her side, and the other side is a silver blade with a black handle with the same pattern as her tattoo inscribed on the blade. Her arms are covered with black mesh gloves. On her feet she wears leather black boots that she can gracefully fight in.
Personality: She doesn’t give up that easily, and was born to be a leader. She can tend to be a hard head but will listen to other people, only some of the time. Her life has taught her that loving is worthless and that logic will keep her heart safe.
Faction Affiliation: Dragon Riders
Weapon(s) : One all sliver sword, another sword that’s black at the handle with a sliver blade that is engraved like her tattoo, and one black shield.
Bio: Roselyn ‘s story starts off where she was left on a wooden doorstep in a cabin in the woods in the middle if the winter. Left with an elf elder to take care of her. As she grew her elder had watched over her, training her for a battle he could feel that was soon to come. Time went on and she got more adventurous, going off into the woods to explore the world around her, practicing hunting with sticks she carved into arrows. When she reached the age of 20 her elder left her to fend for herself, leaving her a sward with a black handle and a sliver blade with black markings on it that looks like vines. Distrot by his death, she took the blade and carved the same markings into her skin with black ink. She has locked her heart away, making a vow she would never feel this pain again. Roselyn left that small cabin only a year after and did not look back. She traveled for months until she came upon Rider’s Island. It was there that she took a job as a waitress in a bar called Venus. Out of the kindness of the owner, she lived in a small place over the bar.
She had heard about the Dragon Riders, even saw some come through the bar and listened to them talk about their Dragons and the adventures that they had. She slowly became intrigued by them and wondered when the next scout would come around, and hopefully pick her. There wasn’t one for years, and she eventually gave up hope that she would ever get to be a rider. Then, on one bright, sunny day a man came into the bar and sat at a small table. When Roselyn asked to take his order he asked her if she would like to try to become a rider. She, of course, said yes and days later at the ceremony, a small black dragon with glowing blue eyes and wings like a bat had picked her out of all of the others. She named him Lothar, after her elf elder. They both bonded immediately, the first bond with another living being since her elder had died. As Lothar grew his personality matches Roselyn's. He is a natural warrior who is headstrong and stubborn (which causes some problems between the both of them). But he is also very gentile and patient when he isn't in battle.
Lothar: www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/23856black%20dragon.jpg
Age: 37
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Pale and fare white skin with long, black hair and dark green eyes. Height around 5‘3 with tattoos that look like black vines gracefully running over her arms and back. Her ears are longer then a normal elf‘s. She‘s an average weight with a hourglass form. She wears only black and dark purple gothic clothing that consist of black pants and a dark purple corset . Around her neck lays a black studded necklace that glows red when she feels her enemy is near. Around her waist rests a metal belt with her fully silver sword hanging from her side, and the other side is a silver blade with a black handle with the same pattern as her tattoo inscribed on the blade. Her arms are covered with black mesh gloves. On her feet she wears leather black boots that she can gracefully fight in.
Personality: She doesn’t give up that easily, and was born to be a leader. She can tend to be a hard head but will listen to other people, only some of the time. Her life has taught her that loving is worthless and that logic will keep her heart safe.
Faction Affiliation: Dragon Riders
Weapon(s) : One all sliver sword, another sword that’s black at the handle with a sliver blade that is engraved like her tattoo, and one black shield.
Bio: Roselyn ‘s story starts off where she was left on a wooden doorstep in a cabin in the woods in the middle if the winter. Left with an elf elder to take care of her. As she grew her elder had watched over her, training her for a battle he could feel that was soon to come. Time went on and she got more adventurous, going off into the woods to explore the world around her, practicing hunting with sticks she carved into arrows. When she reached the age of 20 her elder left her to fend for herself, leaving her a sward with a black handle and a sliver blade with black markings on it that looks like vines. Distrot by his death, she took the blade and carved the same markings into her skin with black ink. She has locked her heart away, making a vow she would never feel this pain again. Roselyn left that small cabin only a year after and did not look back. She traveled for months until she came upon Rider’s Island. It was there that she took a job as a waitress in a bar called Venus. Out of the kindness of the owner, she lived in a small place over the bar.
She had heard about the Dragon Riders, even saw some come through the bar and listened to them talk about their Dragons and the adventures that they had. She slowly became intrigued by them and wondered when the next scout would come around, and hopefully pick her. There wasn’t one for years, and she eventually gave up hope that she would ever get to be a rider. Then, on one bright, sunny day a man came into the bar and sat at a small table. When Roselyn asked to take his order he asked her if she would like to try to become a rider. She, of course, said yes and days later at the ceremony, a small black dragon with glowing blue eyes and wings like a bat had picked her out of all of the others. She named him Lothar, after her elf elder. They both bonded immediately, the first bond with another living being since her elder had died. As Lothar grew his personality matches Roselyn's. He is a natural warrior who is headstrong and stubborn (which causes some problems between the both of them). But he is also very gentile and patient when he isn't in battle.
Lothar: www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/23856black%20dragon.jpg
