WYRDA, Vanilor Zar'rac

[Vanilor Zar'rac Wyrda]

Vanilor Zar'rac Wyrda

“behind the hatred there lies a murderous desire for love
|Dragon|

Alias\\ Vanilor
Gender\\ Male
Age\\ one month
Sexuality\\ straight
Race\\ dragon
Special\\ He's meant to be bonded with a rider
Cannon\\Nope


Height\\ 25 feet long, 9 feet tall
Weight\\ 749 lbs
Build\\ nice muscling, very lean, built for speed and strength
Permanent Marks\\ None
Other\\ his scales are a deep ocean blue that shine in the sunlight, they get lighter going down his stomach and take on a green tinge that is very pretty, he looks like the sea







Likes\\ -deer meat
-ale
-playing around
-working on flying
-attention
-girl dragons
-fire
-swimming
Dislikes\\ -disrespect
-vegetables
-shades
-day time
-being told what to do
-humans
-elves
-other dragons
-. . . human-like life forms in general.
Weaknesses\\ -he has zero patience
-has an attitude
-is slightly immature
-brash
-doesn't trust anyone
Strengths\\ -fast
-smart
-bold
-daring
-strong
-brave
Fears\\ -that he won't find his rider that hes meant for
-that he won't be remembered after he dies
-will get caught and tortured for sport
Secrets\\ -that he's scared of death
-he's scared of people
-he doesn't want to be bonded because he was tortured as a hatchling


Traits

Brave\\He's brave to the point of stupidity
Fast\\He's really fast
bold\\He is bold, he'll speak his mind
daring\\He'll take risks
smart\\he may be a bit arrogant, but he is smart.

Father\\ unknown
Mother\\ unknown
Brother/Sisters\\leave blank if your character has none
Aunt\\
Uncle\\
Other\\Anything else, like maybe a pet, or other family worth mentioning

History\\ Vanilor was laid many years ago in the Dragon's area that is behind some ways from the hidden Elven city. He had words in the ancient language said over his egg that destined him to become bonded with a rider. His mother and father both died in his first week of being a egg, and he never learned their names. He is supposedly a descendent of the Dragon king Vanilor, but he still isn't positive if it's true or not. He would like it to be, because he wants to be a hero and remembered. Being a descendent of Vanilor would make him more known. His egg was pretty, it was a deep blue like the ocean and white veins. The elf blacksmith was excited for him to hatch because she knows his color would make a beautiful sword. He stayed in the Elven city for five years until he felt it was his time to hatch.

The day he hatched he was moved to the Dragon's keep with other young dragons. Everyone was immediately wary of him because he would growl and snap at people. He actually bit two fingers off an elf who put their hand over him to see if they were meant to be bonded. After that incident, they just kept him in his own stall in the Dragon's keep, too wary of what he might do. A week after they put him in the Dragon's Keep, a rogue elf bagged him and another hatchling, and made off with him. He struggled to get out,as did the other hatchling, but he wasn't able to escape. The elf lost the other hatchling- it chewed it's way out of the bag- but Vanilor was hit against a tree so hard he was knocked out. He woke up in a horse stall not long afterwards in a city far away from the elf city he had been born in.

He was tortured for over a week, used to fight other hatchlings, which he refused, he wouldn't hurt others of his own kind. So he took the beatings until he was too big for them to handle, and they left him for dead in the Spine. He was able to hunt and fend for himself. He's still in the Spine, staying away from any human/elf contact of any kind. He hates the fact that he is supposed to be bonded, that no matter what, he will soon end up bonded because of the ancient words said over his egg.







Name\\ Pete
Age\\ 17
Experience\\ 7 years
How’d you find us\\ Topher

Role Play Sample\\

Jared walked down the Alleyway, meeting his dealer. He handed his money to the dealer and in return the dealer put a small needle of heroin and rubber band and expensive baggy of weed in Jared's outstretched hand. Jared closed his hand over his goodies and nodded at the dealer and put his goodies in his inside jacket pocket and started walking down the dark alley. He was excited, he'd never done Heroin before. But he was bored and wanted to try something new, so here he was. He hadn't seen Kane in a long while so he had bought weed from the dealer too. He sighed yawned as he did, still walking. The alleyway never seemed to end, but he really did not mind. It was beautiful in an odd eccentric way to Jared. The moonlight shined on him just barely, most of the light was blocked out by the tall buildings. Jared kept his head down and his hands in his pockets, trying not to draw any attention to himself just in case thugs lurked around in the area. He turned a corner into a smaller and narrower alleyway, a shortcut to his apartments. There were fast footsteps coming toward Jared and he didn't have time to even turn around.

Jared oofed when someone barreled into him. He flew forward, landing on his stomach and sliding a bit. Jared groaned as he wad pulled up by the hair, and turned around and punched in the face. Jared moaned and stumbled backward, falling onto his rump. He crawled backward. "What. . .what do you want?" The man growled. "WHERE IS SHE!?" Jared gulped "who. . Who?" The figure stomped a foot. "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!!! WHERE IS CLAIRE?" Jared's insides clenched. "I don't know! She's gone!" The man walked forward and picked Jared up by the neck and slammed Jared's back against the brick wall. Jared's legs kicked feebly as his air was cut off, the man's other hand pulling out a knife. "I'm going to kill you for taking her away Jared Paul." Jared chocked, the world dimming a bit as he was slowly suffocated, watching the knife in fear wondering which way he'd die first. . .

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[Panther]

Accepted^^ go ahead and do whatever claims may apply to Vanilor