Post by Willow on Sept 8, 2007 13:55:58 GMT -5
Name: Dom Erihad, King Erihad
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Rank: King of the Elves
Age: Well aged.
Known Family: Confidential
Eagle’s Name: n/a
Appearance: King Erihad has long silver hair that falls down to the small of his back, and placed on his head is an elegant crown made of wound willow and silver. He wears an embroidered tunic of a pale green color and a cape of silver thread. He has a very defined and angular face. Like most elves, he is tall and somewhat lanky which gives him a look of nobility. At his side, the hilt of a longsword is strapped with the same material as his cape and the sheath is a wondrous mixture of willow and silver with embedded blue diamonds.
Personality: His wisdom is the trait most often noticed first. He is quiet, yet commanding if the necessary time to be so presents itself. King Erihad is known for his skill in leading and his respect for not only his people but for his enemies.
History: Not much is known about his past, but what is known is a secret that only one other person knows of. Ever since the encounter with Mortolsh years and years ago, he has been very secretive about his family origin and his past.
RP. Example: King Erihad turned on his heels and stopped short to find himself face to face with a pair of huge yellow eyes. "Dom Erihad, we finally meet." The large shadow stepped into the moonlight to reveal itself as a massive black dragon. "Mortolsh, you haven't changed much through the years have you." The Elf King spoke firmly to the dragon, which seemed to spark a flame in the dragon's eyes. Mortolsh lashed out and grabbed King Erihad around the waste to pull him closer. "No." The obsidian-scaled dragon bared his teeth and smoke billowed from the sides of his mouth. Imoble in the dragon's firm grasp, King Erihad closed his eyes and began muttering the ancient language of the elves. "Keril ladurial!," he at last called to the sky. "No one will come for you, Dom Erihad." The dragon snarled at his captive. "I have killed what remained of your family and your allies cannot amount to the strength of a dragon." As the dragon finished his taunt an avian screech came from the sky. Without hesitation, a golden eagle swooped down into the clearing from the trees and dove towards Mortolsh's eyes with blinding speed...
Code Word: Spot's a nut
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Rank: King of the Elves
Age: Well aged.
Known Family: Confidential
Eagle’s Name: n/a
Appearance: King Erihad has long silver hair that falls down to the small of his back, and placed on his head is an elegant crown made of wound willow and silver. He wears an embroidered tunic of a pale green color and a cape of silver thread. He has a very defined and angular face. Like most elves, he is tall and somewhat lanky which gives him a look of nobility. At his side, the hilt of a longsword is strapped with the same material as his cape and the sheath is a wondrous mixture of willow and silver with embedded blue diamonds.
Personality: His wisdom is the trait most often noticed first. He is quiet, yet commanding if the necessary time to be so presents itself. King Erihad is known for his skill in leading and his respect for not only his people but for his enemies.
History: Not much is known about his past, but what is known is a secret that only one other person knows of. Ever since the encounter with Mortolsh years and years ago, he has been very secretive about his family origin and his past.
RP. Example: King Erihad turned on his heels and stopped short to find himself face to face with a pair of huge yellow eyes. "Dom Erihad, we finally meet." The large shadow stepped into the moonlight to reveal itself as a massive black dragon. "Mortolsh, you haven't changed much through the years have you." The Elf King spoke firmly to the dragon, which seemed to spark a flame in the dragon's eyes. Mortolsh lashed out and grabbed King Erihad around the waste to pull him closer. "No." The obsidian-scaled dragon bared his teeth and smoke billowed from the sides of his mouth. Imoble in the dragon's firm grasp, King Erihad closed his eyes and began muttering the ancient language of the elves. "Keril ladurial!," he at last called to the sky. "No one will come for you, Dom Erihad." The dragon snarled at his captive. "I have killed what remained of your family and your allies cannot amount to the strength of a dragon." As the dragon finished his taunt an avian screech came from the sky. Without hesitation, a golden eagle swooped down into the clearing from the trees and dove towards Mortolsh's eyes with blinding speed...
Sorry it's so long, it's a part of a story that I'm currently working on. It continues on, but I wish not to bore you with the entirety of it.
Code Word: Spot's a nut
