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NAME: Rysdan Ekhart

AGE: 19

SEX: Male

WHAT ARE YOU: Rider

PERSONALITY: Rysdan is a very spirited young man. Born the youngest of eight boys, he quickly learned to be loud or be forgotten. He knows what he wants and he is not afraid to speak out about it. Rysdan can seem rude to others, because he is brash and often tactless, but he has a large heart and is fiercely loyal to those he calls friends. Arrogant and stubborn, refusing to back down on anything, and often rushing headlong into situations without thought or regard to consequence or personal risk, his tendency to speak his mind gets him into more trouble than out. Quick to anger, Rysdan is even quicker to forgive, although slights against his morals and family burn deep.
Called ‘Wild hearted’ by those who know him, Rysdan is always ready to start or jump into any kind of a fight, and where his words go, his fists are usually quick to follow. Passionate, Rysdan is given to bouts of wild mood swings and obsession over certain things. He has a curious, if somewhat practical, mind, and cannot let things lie, if they happen to catch his eye.
In his youth, Rysdan was considered one of the best hunters in his village. A somewhat lackluster title in so small a home, he none the less had considerable skill with both the longbow, and twin hunter’s longdaggers. Today he carries those weapons with him into battle.
A soul that loves nature, Rysdan is content as long as he can be outdoors. Obsessed with all high places, he goes great lengths to find and stake out and high place, and can often be found relaxing on cliff edges or waterfalls or the like. Hardworking because of his upbringing, he dislikes being idle, preferring to fill his time tinkering away on anything, be it building small devices, or simply toiling away in the outdoors. Rysdan is a trickster by nature, and he enjoys playing small pranks on friends and enemies alike. He enjoys mischief, but has a hard time drawing the line, often getting carried away and getting someone hurt.
Rysdan hates those who carry themselves too seriously, always trying to push and prod them into loosening up, no matter how much they protest. Impatient, he hates waiting around with nothing to do, finding ways to occupy himself often with disastrous results. He has a nasty habit of whistling when he is nervous, which he hates, but he can never seem to help it.
Rysdan was born into a family of farmers in a southern village. His father was a farmer, his grandfather was a farmer, his great-grandfather was a farmer, and it was expected that he, his brothers, and countless future generations would also be farmers. Rysdan accepted this with the surly continence of a young man looking for more in his life, as most young men do. Growing up, as all village boys do, he dreamed of being some knight in shining armour prancing up and down the continent saving princesses. Growing up somewhat since then, he would be content with simply traveling the continent finding what adventure he may, and perhaps saving a princess or two.

HAVE YOU FOUND YOUR DRAGON YET: Yes. Eromir is fully grown air dragon. When he was a young lad of 14, Rysdan was sent into a neighbouring village with his second eldest brother to procure some animals for their farm. Full of boyish arrogance and an itch to prove himself a man, he wandered through the forests with thoughts of slaying roves of goblins and other such monsters. Quickly becoming lost in the unfamiliar territory, he stumbled upon a small caravan of travelling gypsies. With a new dream of returning home with pockets full of gold, he set about winning his fortune in the gypsy games. His inexperience with these types of people proved to be his downfall, and all too soon he found himself separated from his coin. The gypsies, taking pity on the naive boy, offered him a choice. If he won the next game, he could either choose to take all his gold back, or win a pretty gem. Lady luck smiled upon him finally and with a head filled with images of a pretty girl back home, he chose to take the gem in hopes of garnering her favour with it. The gem was a pretty thing indeed. Small and roundish, it gleamed a warm amber yellow in the fading sunlight and seemed to be slightly translucent. Eventually, Rysdan managed to find his way back to his brother and they made their way home. The gem stayed in his room as he worked up the courage to give it to the girl he fancied, and some number of days later he awoke to find the gem in pieces on his shelf, and a small amber coloured dragon curled happily next to his dog.

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DRAGONS NAME: Eromir

SEX: Male

TYPE OF DRAGON: Air. His colour is that of warm amber. Their skin is considered warm and moist. This dragon is all about the essence of speed. Incredibly fast and sleek it can fit through smaller gaps compared to other dragons and outfly them but cannot necessarily outfly their abilities. Can fly higher than any other dragon. Must eat often as it burns up a lot of energy.

DESCRIPTION OF DRAGON: Eromir’s egg looked more like a gem than anything else. It was small, and holding it with both hands cupped, the egg slightly stuck out on both sides. At first glance it looked many faceted, but upon closer inspection, was one smooth, slightly ovular surface, a warm amber color with subtle patches of darker yellow throughout. The egg itself was cool to the touch, and exuded a slightly sticky substance used for protection and incubation. The shell was hard, but yielded slightly to the touch, and it seemed surprising thin and fragile despite it’s size.
As a hatchling, Eromir was as long as Rysdan’s forearm, and his scales were the colour of the egg. Unfolded, his wings were several times longer than his body, and ribbed with thin fingers of bone that extended from the wing’s front edge, forming a line of widely spaced talons. His head was roughly triangular in shape, and the slightly too large nose ended in a small upturned spike. From there, many spikes swept up and back into two small horns at the crest of his head. Four slightly smaller horns, two on each side, swept out and back just under two recessed red eyes. Two diminutive fangs already curved down out of his upper jaw, as ivory white as his claws, which where serrated on the inside curve. A tangled mass of long spikes sprouted on the back of his head, starting from just behind his horns, thinning into a single line running down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. A hollow formed where his neck and shouldered joined created a larger-than-normal gap between the spikes.
Fully grown, Eromir sits at 7 feet at shoulder height
DRAGONS TEMPERMENT: Despite the hotheadedness of his partner, Eromir is actually quite the opposite. Calm and wise, he considers all angles and aspects before making a decision, and usually the one to stop Rysdan from making and decision too rashly. Although he is Rysdan’s voice of reason, he is as arrogant and strongheaded as his partner, refusing to back down in any argument.
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