Post by Vándr Vanmátta Vandræði on Dec 13, 2011 15:27:26 GMT -6
VÁNDRvanmáttaVANDRÆÐI
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"Death on Wings"
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"Death on Wings"
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[/i]6’ 3”
Alias: Vándr, Formerly Mark Johnsson
Age:89 + 204
Gender:Male
Orientation:Straight
Race:Shade, formerly an Elf
Weight: 134 lbs
Build: Muscular and thin, very fit
Markings: Scar down left of face over his eye, another down his right side from the shoulder to his waist
[/ul]Special: Summon super strong magics, has 13 spirits trapped in him.
Character:Original
Playby: Played by me
[/b]:: he will generally go with the not so obvious plan or strategy.
Likes: Killing, torture, coercion, breaking into minds, power
Dislikes: any living thing, being told what to do, not getting what he wants, having to hide, other shades
Strengths: his dragon, strong in magic, all of the spirits in him work together well, strong willed, very strong fighters with most weapons
Weaknesses: his dragon, sometimes loses focus, loses temper, doesn’t always protect his mind, doesn’t always protect himself from attacks
Fears: truly dying, losing his dragon, getting ambushed by many powerful fighters
Secret: his sword is a true rider sword made of the purest brightsteel, hilt and all. Has captured a few eldunari.
Defining Traits:
agressive:: he is really aggressive and doesn’t normally spend time talking about anything.
quick mind:: he will usually think over every aspect of something before he does it, the advantages of having many spirits.
deceptive:: he’ll usually say or do something, but it will almost always be something to throw his enemies off.[/ul]
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Example: Loyalty :: He will backup his friends through anything and will never intentionally let them down.
[/blockquote][/i] Anna Johnsson
Family:
Father:Howard Johnsson
Siblings: N/A
Other:[/ul]
Full History:
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Vandr was born as Mark Johnsson to his parents Anna and Howard. He spent most of his childhood learning about how a farm works and how to run it, but never learned how to read anything but numbers ad how to do math. Every two or three years he’d get to touch a dragon egg to see if it would hatch, but it never did, that is until he turned 9. He was presented Drengr’s egg, and it hatched. They were both trained as a rider and dragon after that, but it was quickly noticed that both of them had temper problems, and the Drengr was very….crazy.
After they had finished their training, Mark decided to go study Sorcery, the only form of magic that the Riders training regimen didn’t teach. He found a master in one of the smaller towns in the kingdom, and undertook the study. Three years later he attempted to summon a spirit, but instead summoned thirteen of them. The overwhelmed his control and took over his body, turning him into a shade. He’s spent the last two hundred years perfecting his control over his self, as well as killing a couple of dragons after forcing them to disgorge their eldunari. They also spent much of this time learning as many spells as they could, as well as remembering many of the spells the spirits knew from their times as former shades.
DRENGRþrumðiFROST
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"Like a living shadow"
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"Like a living shadow"
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[/i] Pitch Black
Alias:Drengr
Age: 280
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Dragon
Build:Aerodynamic and muscular
Markings: missing patch of scales down right side exposing a long scar.
[/ul]Special: anything special they can do?
Character:Original
Playby: played by me [/blockquote]
[/b]:: For a dragon, he doesn’t always think straight, though he has the knowledge of most dragons.
Likes: his rider, flying, eating, killing, fighing
Dislikes: other dragons, other riders, other shades, torture, deep water
Strengths: strong flyer, stronger fighter, craziness, color, his strength of mind
Weaknesses: craziness, weaker on right side, size, his rider
Fears: deep water, dying, losing his rider
Secret: hid his eldunari in a place not easily found. Hatched really long after he was laid so he is crazy.
Defining Traits:
cunning:: like his rider, he doesn’t always take the easiest plan
stong will:: when he gets set on something he does it, and not much will be able to stop him.
short tempered:: he is also short tempered and lacks patience .[/ul]
Example: Loyalty :: He will backup his friends through anything and will never intentionally let them down.
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[/i]doesn’t know her
Family:
Father: doesn’t know him
Siblings: N/A
Other:[/ul]
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Name: Draco
Age: 20
Experience: 2 years
RP Sample:
A few days after the battle, found Xavier ready to leave the academy. He rolled out of bed two hours before curfew was over; the plan was to leave about an hour after. He finished packing everything he thought he might need, though admittedly it wasn’t much. He was only going to take a week’s worth of clothes, all of them mostly dark greens, blacks, or grays. He had them neatly stacked in his backpack. He walked around his room, slightly regretting having to leave so much stuff behind. He picked up some random things that he decided he wanted to keep, keepsakes that belonged to either his mother or father, and packed them on top of the clothes. On top of them he packed the five stakes he’d snatched the day before. Then he tucked the two pistols he also grabbed in between his clothes. He looked around one last time and zipped up the backpack. He loaded all of the guns ammo into the outer pockets of the bag.
He started getting ready, finding on a pair of dark jeans that weren’t tight, but weren’t too loose either. He found a dark blue t-shirt, figuring he might be needing the dark colors sometime during the coming day. Before he got dressed, he took a shower in hot water, letting the water relax all of his muscles, and cleaning what was left of his wounds. He had been shot, and though he had healed the worst of the two wounds, he had been too tired from fighting to actually heal them completely. He had bruises everywhere, some worse than others, and a large black spot on his ribs where John had kicked him and had broken them. He was tempted to just heal everything that was wrong with him right then, but he knew he’d be needing his strength over the rest of the day and the coming months, so a little bit of discomfort wasn’t a problem. He dried off, then got dressed. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, seeing a haunted face, deep blue eyes, and sheer determination.
He crossed his room in a few steps and grabbed his backpack and cell phone. He dialed Taylors number, telling her he was ready, and that he would be waiting by the garage. They had finished planning the details the day before. He would call her, she would call everyone else going with them, which he really didn’t think would be many because too many of the Dhampirs were dead set on being guardians and too many Moroi were hell bent on being stuck up pampered royalty after the battle. He walked over to the door, took one last look at his room and stepped out into the hallway…..the closing door emphasizing the burning thought in his mind that he was turning his back on everything he had known for so many years…….but also bringing a giddy feeling of freedom.
He had about an hour left before curfew would be over, but he was sure he wouldn’t really be caught if he stayed close in to the academies buildings because all of the guardians were still patrolling where the wards were supposed to be since they hadn’t been completely replace yet. He used the shadows cast by the fading light and snuck from building to building, taking in everything one last time. He wanted to go tell his better friends what he was about to do….and say goodbye, but he knew that a few of them would tell someone in authority what was going down and stop them. Besides that, it’s better this way…..they can think I was killed in the fight. I didn’t see many of them besides Taylor after it was over.
After a while of creeping around, he looked down at his watch and saw that he only had about thirty minutes left before they put their plan in motion, so he made his way to the garage and hid in the spot they had decided on yesterday. He saw that there was only one guardian guarding this building and thought that this was going to be easy to walk up to him and compel him to go take a nap and forget that they were ever there. The hardest part will be waiting for the rest of them to get here, and to see who all decided to come with us.