Du Shur'turgals

[~Ozy~]

Okay, so I lied. I might still RP occasionally. What better way to get back into it, then, than by starting my own RP? this one is based on Christopher Paolini's Inheritance trilogy.

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The threat posed by Galbatorix has long since passed, the evil King slain by Eragon, the last Rider. Or so it was thought. Whether coincidental or purposeful, the few remaining wild dragons have gifted to the humans and elves a few dragon eggs. These, combined with the eggs of Saphira and Thorn have given rise to a new age of the Shur'turgal, the Dragon Riders. Mighty warriors all, the Riders are capable of magic and combat beyond any but another Rider.

Eragon and Saphira long ago left Alagaesia for a fate unknown, and Murtagh and Thorn, the former leaders of the new Riders have passed into old age and fragility, retired to Ellesmera, capitol of the elvish nation. From the ranks of the best Riders, two new leaders have emerged, Eryll and her dragon Felmora. Brash and outspoken, these two believe in re-establishing the Riders of old, independant of any other athourity, seperate of all but themselves. Naturally, the older Riders, the ones who remember vividly the fighting against Galbatorix are opposed to such a drastic (and potentially dangerous) change in policy.

Looking for a way to convince the old-timers, a young Rider (comparitively, he is 400 or so) by the name of Rhiul stumbles across four tombstones near the dread mountain Helgrind. Excited, he summons the spirits dwelling within for assisstance. Unfortunately, these spirits are beyond his control. The four steal his soul and can once again manifest themselves physically. Once again, the Ra'Zac and their parents have been freed. Freed, but now with new power, new life drawn from living souls and the hellish netherworld they were sealed in by Murtagh.

The Riders, disturbed by the dissapearance of Rhiul and his dragon, and by villages suddenly wiped off the map assemble themselves into a High Council, to decide what to do. Two Riders travel to Murtagh's quiet residence for advice, while six others attempt to locate the source of the problem. None of the six are ever heard from again, and Murtagh, worried, returns to the Riders.

It is then that the Ra'Zac make their presence known by shredding both Eryll and Felmora, eating their corpses. Accompyning them is the shade of Galbatorix. Without a leader, and their fortress in dissarray, the Riders are unable to respond for days. The question is, what do you, as a member of Du Shur'turgals, do?

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Name:
Age: (50-500)
Gender:
Race: )Human or elf, sorry, no dwarvish Riders)
Name of Dragon:
Color of dragon:
Personal appearance: (at LEAST three, well-written lines)
Personality: (at LEAST four well-written lines)
History: (optional, but preferred)
RP sample: (REQUIRED!!! No entry without this, period. If it is not good RPing, no entry, and I won't have you whining.)

 

[Shiney]

Name: Dakado

Age: 90

Gender: Male

Race: Human (It's a shame there were no dwarvish riders, dwarves are 1337!)

Name of Dragon: Skandranon

Color of dragon: A deep bronze with red tinges.

Personal appearance: Dakado has darkly tanned skin, and is built along a slim, but well muscled, and tall frame. Both his hair, cut all to the same length, hanging just over his eyes, and his eyes are the same color. The dark, deep, rich red of blood. Rather than a form of armor, Dakado focuses on his agility and mobility, usually wearing clothes that may be elaborate, as long as they don't restrict his movements.

Personality: Up until now, Dakado was a cheerful, but businesslike person. If there was something to be done, he did it, and that was all there was to the matter. He did joke occasionally, but in general, he took his life as serious as any duel. However, after the incident I will describe in history, he hasn't been in enough of a tlaking mood for people to get a real insight.

History: Raised in a rural village, he took it upon himself to wandering as soon as he could fend for himself, and didn't realise that he had uncanny reflexes until after he had become a part of the riders. However, ina freak accident, when flying low to the ground, a strange current caught him and Skan when they were flying without a saddle, and Dakado fell. Not very far, but at the speed he was going, and the fact that he landed on his head, it's remarkeable that he survived. Since he awoke a day later, he's been suffering from intolerable head pains, and has to be kept on narcotics to keep himself from screaming. However, the pain is lessening, and he's almost fully recovered. (this isn't the best, but I'm trying to focus on the RP sample)

RP sample: I drew the lightsaber up into a defensive stance, not even showing the slightest sign of discomfort. The purple blades on either end cast an errie glow upon me as I looked at my oponent, a Zabrak with pure white skin, and jet black tatoos. "I must admit," He said, a smug smile on his face. "That no jedi has ever lasted as long against me. How have you managed to survive for so long against the strength of the dark side?" I was silent for a moment, thinking, and then said "Every time you attack me, intending to strike me down, is an attack that will fail. However, I can strike you down in a moment. I've made my choice. Prepare yourself, Sith." I said, and crouching as I spun my blades, I jumped forward. Confident, the sith struck out with his saber as I rushed in, impaling me. There was a sudden fire rushing through me, and I knew the wound was fatal, but that didn't matter. I had to protect the younglings, and the only way to do that was to strike this monster down. The sith's smile vanished as he realised what I intended, to late, as my blades swept around, one cleaving through his chest, the other decapitating him as he began to fall backwards. It was finished, at long last...

 

[Gohan]

w00tness!

Name: Noffle (New name! w00t! Figured it out during English. Amazing how stupid I can be when bored to death.)

Age: 75

Gender: Male

Race: Human (Orik's the only cool dwarf really. I think so, at least.)

Name of Dragon: Jakkep (More boredom. And tirednessnessness...)

Color of dragon: A green color, more or less.

Personal appearance: Noffle likes to hide his elfen shaped ears. When socializing, he can't keep it out of his mind, and often reaches back to feel the tips. Of course that draws attention. His hair is a blond color, and lies flat. Most of the time, he'll be wearing a rusten colored tunic, tucked into thw hite gi pnats that are suspended up by a belt. His eyes are blue, and his skin is tan. A normal tan, but still not pale. A gold earing with an emerald dangles down from his left ear, a sign of his partnership with his beloved dragon. And an orange-ish tinge of leather that is his sword holder/hilt-thingy. His boots are green; showing yet again the bond with Jakkep. On each of his hands a scar is cut into the skin on the back. (I WILL provide a picture, if I can get my hands on a scanner... and a drawing book for Middle-Ages warriors.)

Personality: Noffle is a childish, if not girlish, Rider. He has kept a hold onto his inner child, realizing that he is considered 'young' by the Riders. He pretty much gets along with everyone, and if someone insults him, he'll retort back quickly. With a short temper, most of the time he's in a fight. He's pretty defiant, and will ocassionally skip lessons. His girlish side gets ahold of him sometimes, and he gets into his 'Liek, Oh, migosh!' faze.

History: Noffle found Jakkep's egg in a cave near The Beors. He carried it back towards his village, crying, " Look! I found a dragon egg! Look, everyone! "
The village was excited, and thought that he could get them some fame. Unfortuanantly(Sp?...)... a herd of Urgals got most of the people, so Noffle fled to the Riders, hoping to get help. By that time, Jakkep had hatched.

RP sample: {Warning; I have gone crazy! Circles and bunnies will take over the world! Remember hat and have a nice day!}

Jason squinted into the bright light emanating from the lamp. He took a chance to get a good look at his surroundings. A dank room with a couch. He seemed to be in a cellar, one that looked as if it hadn't been used for a long time. Mice scurried about, and Jason realized he was sitting in a room full of rat waste.

Gross.... He thought. Then he noticed the dark figure, leaning silently against the door and grinning maliciously.

The person moved towards him and Jason saw that his face was obscured by a mask. As Jason didn't have his glasses on, and the room was dreary, he could not make out the person's features.

While he was busy trying to find out who it was that had brought him here, Jason didn't notice a flash of grey. And then he felt cold steel against his cheek.

" You should pay more attention to your surroundings. Maybe then you would realize you have a knife against your head. You're at my complete mercy! " The person drawled, bringing out every syllable with practiced caution. Jason tried to scramble away as best he could, being tied like he was. He escaped from the person with a scrach along his cheek.

As the blood slowly made it's way down his cheek, Jason yelled, " I know you! "
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And that, is my sample. It's okay, I think. I was in a good mood today, so I did good on it!