Post by Luna on Apr 1, 2008 14:49:17 GMT -5
Name of your dragon: MysticShadow, commonly known as Shadow
Known age: Over 1,000 years, true age unknown
Gender: Male
Elemental powers, or powers known: Fire and Shadow
Markings, places, meaning:
Left Wing: Full red moon
Meaning: sign of his birth
Right wing: Silver scar
Meaning: sign of blood warrior
Front leg: large bone deep scar
Meaning: Remembrance from his hard past
Status when entering: Prince of The Shadow Element
History: hatched under the red moon, killed more then three troops of humans on a raid when they came after his clan. And was once prince of the clan, his father being the king.
Past: Left the Darkness side on the eve of the red moon, headed towards the unknown skies of the elders that he was born under. Living there for a few years, growing to the true size of the elders and strength of their powers also. Heading down to the southern mountains, he rescued a lone elf and soon began a new element after his name and element.
Any thing else:
Color: Midnight black, his stomach and under neck dark midnight red from his Great mother, and his eyes, snout, spikes, fangs, and everything else except for his back and wings are blood red. His back and wings blood black with a hint of silver floating through them. His attitude is calm and reserved, waiting for information to reach him before he makes any movements. Due to his half-father, he has a nasty fighting style, but still fights with the honor and style of the Elders.
Rider’s name: Numair, *Shadow elven for Shadow Blood*
Known age: Over 1,000 years
Gender: Male
Elemental powers, or power’s known: Shadow, Fire, Earth
Weapons known: Blade of Blood Wolf, and Blade of Blood Dragon
Race: Shadow Elven
Status: Prince of the long lost Blood Riders, riders of the Elder Dragons.
History: Last Blood Rider that he seen, has a legend of being one of the best warrior known in his time and being the only one to see the true power of the Darkness Elder’s power.
Past: He was the soul survivor of the Blood riders, watching his clan die under the power of the Darkness Dragon, the head of the Darkness element in the time of the elders. And left the night of Shadow’s birth, carrying his egg to the depths of the Fire Pit, located in the middle of the now-known Molten Mountains. Lived on his own in the depths of the Light Forest before the soul remainder of the Light Elder’s egg hatched, and moving the each of the places where he hoped that the elemental dragons could rule once more. Only Shadow knows the rest of the elf’s hidden past.
Meeting with the dragon: Was with the egg of Shadow until he could no longer stay there, and brought him from the wounded life that the dragon was in after Shadow came down from his old home.
Anything else:
Color: Hair, dark black and ankle long, his eyes are midnight black while his height ranges from 5”6’ to 6”4’ depending on what position he is in (fighting, that kind of position) His amour is that of the elders, a bronze metal with the patterns of the ancient ones. An old cloak hanging from his back, torn from the many fights he has been in. His check bones are high, while having fangs like a wolf, though only when he gives of his warning face. His attitude is calm when he is not in fights, but when he is. You will never live to see the end of it if you are his enemy.
Known age: Over 1,000 years, true age unknown
Gender: Male
Elemental powers, or powers known: Fire and Shadow
Markings, places, meaning:
Left Wing: Full red moon
Meaning: sign of his birth
Right wing: Silver scar
Meaning: sign of blood warrior
Front leg: large bone deep scar
Meaning: Remembrance from his hard past
Status when entering: Prince of The Shadow Element
History: hatched under the red moon, killed more then three troops of humans on a raid when they came after his clan. And was once prince of the clan, his father being the king.
Past: Left the Darkness side on the eve of the red moon, headed towards the unknown skies of the elders that he was born under. Living there for a few years, growing to the true size of the elders and strength of their powers also. Heading down to the southern mountains, he rescued a lone elf and soon began a new element after his name and element.
Any thing else:
Color: Midnight black, his stomach and under neck dark midnight red from his Great mother, and his eyes, snout, spikes, fangs, and everything else except for his back and wings are blood red. His back and wings blood black with a hint of silver floating through them. His attitude is calm and reserved, waiting for information to reach him before he makes any movements. Due to his half-father, he has a nasty fighting style, but still fights with the honor and style of the Elders.
Rider’s name: Numair, *Shadow elven for Shadow Blood*
Known age: Over 1,000 years
Gender: Male
Elemental powers, or power’s known: Shadow, Fire, Earth
Weapons known: Blade of Blood Wolf, and Blade of Blood Dragon
Race: Shadow Elven
Status: Prince of the long lost Blood Riders, riders of the Elder Dragons.
History: Last Blood Rider that he seen, has a legend of being one of the best warrior known in his time and being the only one to see the true power of the Darkness Elder’s power.
Past: He was the soul survivor of the Blood riders, watching his clan die under the power of the Darkness Dragon, the head of the Darkness element in the time of the elders. And left the night of Shadow’s birth, carrying his egg to the depths of the Fire Pit, located in the middle of the now-known Molten Mountains. Lived on his own in the depths of the Light Forest before the soul remainder of the Light Elder’s egg hatched, and moving the each of the places where he hoped that the elemental dragons could rule once more. Only Shadow knows the rest of the elf’s hidden past.
Meeting with the dragon: Was with the egg of Shadow until he could no longer stay there, and brought him from the wounded life that the dragon was in after Shadow came down from his old home.
Anything else:
Color: Hair, dark black and ankle long, his eyes are midnight black while his height ranges from 5”6’ to 6”4’ depending on what position he is in (fighting, that kind of position) His amour is that of the elders, a bronze metal with the patterns of the ancient ones. An old cloak hanging from his back, torn from the many fights he has been in. His check bones are high, while having fangs like a wolf, though only when he gives of his warning face. His attitude is calm when he is not in fights, but when he is. You will never live to see the end of it if you are his enemy.