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Sirian; Updated
Topic Started: Sep 23 2006, 01:15 PM (258 Views)
Du Edoc'sil Ebrithil
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Let the sky burn.
Name:
Sirian Molimo

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Job/Specialty:
Mercenary/Bounty Hunter

Race:
Elf

Hair:
A deep entrancing silver that hangs loosely over his shoulders.

Eyes:
Light blue

Body:
Sirian is not what many would call big nor small; he is somewhere in between. He weighs about 185 pounds and appears to be around 6 foot even. He keeps his body well in shape so he will be prepared for any obstacles that might get in his way. He is also very handsome and has some muscular attributes to suit his abilities. He looks like the ideal warrior in many's eyes.

Home Village:
Ellesmera

Parents:
Galbatorix's army killed them

Siblings:
None

Character Personality:
Sirian acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect or think of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right, but has little use for laws and regulations. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.

Character History:
Sirian was considered a child prodigy whenever he was younger. It never ceased to amaze any of the elders at how quickly he could grasp something and harness it. Both his mother and father were proud of his expertise, along with mostly everyone in the village; but there were some that grew jealous of his young gift, though they were silenced when seeing it first hand. It seemed he would be destined for royalty or even better.

Sadly enough, all of his happiness would change dramatically within the course of the next few months of his childhood. Times started to grow dark and though the elders did not want him to know why, his curiousity found a way to find out. He learned that the elves had in their possession, the last dragon egg. Immediately he knew what this meant. This meant that once Galbatorix found out, there would be trouble.

It wasn't long before the emperor discovered that the elves possessed the egg. Within the span of a few weeks, Galbatorix had put together a vast army that could make anyone fall to their knees. His army was sent to the heart of the elves, Ellesmera. The elves knew what was to come and though they had prepared, it was not enough. The strongest elves could not stand the awesome might of his army. Once this was realized they knew that they must flee and recouporate for they would die if they didn't.

The army quickly caught up with them. The egg carrier, who was Sirian's mother frantically gave him the egg realizing that there was no way they could outrun them. She told him to run far away from here and don't look back. He took the egg and ran away without looking back, just as his mother told him.

He knew what his mother was doing and he knew it was inevitable. The army was too powerful, it contained many skilled fighters and magicians that were far stronger than anyone would've realized.

He ran until he collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. He breathed deeply, trying to remain calm. His legs and hands were shaking uncontrollably as he thought about what might happen to all of his friends and family. He looked over to where he had layed the dragon egg down. It had a polished silvery glow about it's light blue exterior. He picked it up and looked at it wondering how an egg could cause so much trouble when he noticed that the egg felt hot. He pressed the egg to the side of his face and listened. He heard a loud crack from the inside that made him jump. He set it back down in front of him and watched it with curiousity.

The glow was getting brighter and stronger with every second. Then a crack formed, another, and another until the whole egg was enveloped in them all. Suddenly a silver baby dragon emerged from the egg. Sirian looked in disbelief as the dragon came out and walked toward him half stumbling. He reached out and brushed the baby dragon's soft scales. So does this mean I'm a rider? Yes it does.

Soon after his new discovery, he decided that he should go back. He wasn't reluctant to going, but he knew he must find out the fate of the Elves. As he came closer to the clearing he saw what he was afraid he might see. A body layed lifeless on the ground, blood stained. He looked to his left and saw two more. He closed his eyes and shuddered, trying to hold his tears back.

He walked into the clearing and saw countless bodies strewn across the ground. He looked for his mother, hoping that maybe she escaped. He called for her, but that was quickly stopped as he saw what looked like her laying on the ground. Tears started to fill his eyes as he rushed over, hoping that it wasn't her, but it was. He was immediately filled with hatred toward the Empire. He looked down at his mother's cold face and tears began to fall from the tip of his nose. He clenched his fists wondering why life had to be so cruel. He looked to the sky. "What did I do to deserve this!"

He said one of the most dangerous statements in the ancient language. This statment was something to be used if you were willing to sacrifice your life. He yelled it to the heavens. He pressed a hand on his mother's chest. He could feel his body becoming limp as the flow of magical energy was released from his body. He could feel himself slipping and his heart beat was slowing. Darkness began to close in on him. No! Wait! I take it back! I don't want to die!

After saying this the spirits took over and gave him the energy to come back. He regreted it, but strangely, he still felt like himself. He didn't know why, but he still had control over his own body. Little did he know the spirits did have some grasp on him. He no longer cared that his mother was dead. Sirian knew not if this was a blessing or a curse. However, later on in life he began to learn control and focus. He became a master of his own self so in time it did become a blessing.

Character's good personality traits:
Quiet, determined, loyal

Character's bad personality traits:
Impatient and can sometimes get frustrated

Weapons:
Dragon sword that was destined for the person who would be the rider of the silver dragon. There is also a ring that he wears that is little known to most. He created it himself and it is used for him to store his energy into for surpluses if needed in a battle.

Likes:
Challenges, fighting, and becoming stronger

Dislikes:
Anyone who opposes him

Animal Companions:
His Dragon, Relik

Character's Physical Description (clothes, accessories, etc.):
He wears all black.

Dreams for the Future:
To master all aspects of magic

Reason for dreams:
His own personal goal
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He acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right, but has little use for laws and regulations. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.
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Blue_moon77
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How 'bout the 'Varden/Empire' Thingie? Just a thought. Very discriptive.
.:My Profile:.
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Du Edoc'sil Ebrithil
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Oh yeah i forgot to add that...thanks.
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He acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right, but has little use for laws and regulations. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.
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Nice. Sirian's cool.
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Du Edoc'sil Ebrithil
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Thanks :D Though the history is still a little bit sloppy so I may have to fix it...it's not exactly written as well as I want it too...but you can get a better general idea of him now.
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He acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right, but has little use for laws and regulations. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.
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And not a single red spot on the robes. Use Oxyclean!
Nice job? Need to rewrite Andre too. How come you always seem to post longer than me?
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Black Mage,... the black master of destruction, and pie!
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THE GREEN THUNDER! a.k.a. Mr. L!
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Speaking of re-writing, I'm planning on rewriting Allasar...for the tenth time.
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