Post by Emile Avaant | Illius on Jun 18, 2011 14:16:31 GMT -5
[bg=292929][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] .::Dragon Rider::.| EMILE PETER AVAANT |- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The Birth Certificate
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Full Name: Emile Peter Avaant
Alias: Em/Emile
Age: Sixteen
Birthdate: June 5th
Race: Human
Rank: Dragon Rider
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
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The Mirror Never lies
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Appearance: The most noticeable thing about Emile is he looks incredibly young - far too young to be a Dragon Rider, at any rate. He stands about 5'3 with long curly black hair and blue eyes that just radiate innocence when he looks at you, which is about as far from the truth as you can get. To match his size he's not very intimidating either, slender and gangly (fitting a Teenager) and many actually mistake him for a girl upon first glance.
In terms of his dress sense, he usually dresses in a plain white shirt and trousers. Nothing fancy, and it lets him have the mobility other clothes would not, certainly while out riding. He detests buttons as a rule (a fact Illius picks him up upon quite a lot, much to Emile's distaste) so you'll usually either see three, or none at all.
His weight is actually so light you could probably hoist him over your shoulder with little effort. All of this combined means he typically looks to Illius for protection, which the Dragon provides all too well. Even so, he's been working out quite alot to make himself more capable in a fight.
Personality: Emile is by nature a very kind boy, but this doesn't always pan out for him. Certainly, being around Illius almost constantly has altered him a little from the boy he once was. He's got that spark of 'male pride' (again, Illius is to blame) but is very humble and respecting around females of any species. He cares very deeply about his friends and family, especially Illius who pretty much fills the slot as his brother.
Unlike many, Emile fully supports fighting in the arena. Mostly because it is Illius who suggests it and wishes to do so, but the fights rarely get so vicious as Illius gets injured, so as long as that streak continues, Emile will support it. Outside of the city is a different matter; that side of it he doesn't support - the injuries tend to be much more severe.
Flying. Emile absolutely adores taking wing on Illius and simply soaring for no other reason than pleasure - if it was up to him, he'd fly on forever. But at the same time he has a VERY bad fear of falling (one can guess what Illius does to him...) so often all but keeps a death grip on the saddle.
Likes: Emile likes many of the simple pleasures in life such as relaxing, reading and simply spending time with Illius, though he also as stated adores flying. Typically however, Emile can be found simply listening to music, which plays a large part in his life.
Dislikes: Emile has a fear of falling, which is ironic considering how much he loves flying. He hates the thought of Illius dying or being badly hurt, suicide and loosing his friends. He's quite morbid when he gets on those thoughts.
Hobbies: Emile is an avid reader, writer and lover of music. He's attempting to write a novel actually, but it's not getting far. He also plays a little sport and is trying to learn the flute.
Favorite Weapons: Emile carries a pair of short knives, that while he isn't very good with them, they do provide a small level of comfort.
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The Family Portrait
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Background: Emile was born to a simple family inside of Ferin; his mother Alice being a cloth weaver and his father Jack being a guard for the city. He grew up as any child would, though he wasn't very much liked. Because of this, he often spent a lot of time inside of his own mind even as a young child, casting him off in all sorts of adventures.
Due to being marked, his parents where overjoyed at the prospect of him one day growing up to becoming a fabled Dragon Rider, defender of the people - Emile was actually quite unaware of what he was going to be, as if it simply... hadn't quite sunk in to the boy. The wake up call was when he was taken away to the academy at the age of twelve and put through the intensive and rigorous training processes.
Due to him being exceptionally bright (and spending most of his time inside of his room studying when those he shared his room with were out flaunting their status as Marked) he was allowed to attempt to find his life partner within the year. Quite his suprise then when the egg was found to contain a bronze dragon who he quickly named 'Illius'. Illius had a very intense bond with his rider and Emile in return; though Emile was psychically weak he made up for it with his knowledge of Dragons and particularly Illius; by the age of fifteen he graduated into a full rider.
Family: Alice Avaant (Mother) Jack Avaant (Father) Illius (Dragon/Brother)
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Behind the Mask
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Sample RP:
"I swear if you tip me off again..." Emile growled quietly, hands clutching the saddle in a white-knuckle-death-grip. That had been the second time Illius had rolled, causing Emile to fall screaming towards the ground only to be caught again. A very cruel trick on the Dragon's part, but one Emile knew he actually enjoyed.
He heard Illius produce the equivilant of a snort before the silky smooth tone brushed against his mind, laced with a teasing undertone.
You'll do what? Scream me to death? I assure you my poor ears cannot take any more!
Emile rolled his eyes but chuckled softly, stroking the back of Illius' massive bronze head. He almost purred in response and banked, cutting through the clouds with all of the grace of an Eagle. Despite his intense fear of falling (which Emile knew Illius would never let happen despite his threats) there was no other time that Emile felt more alive than up here - he wished it could go on forever.
"You don't even HAVE ears." He countered suddenly, relaxing his grip slightly on the saddle as Illius leveled out. He was never quite sure why the Bronze dragon had chosen him; and certainly Illius had never taken the time himself to explain. He'd have to ask sometime.
As the earth drew nearer, Emile sighed softly. He didn't want to descend but it was dinner time for the both of them; then they might visit the arena, time allowing.
"Thank you as usual for the ride, Illius." Emile whispered, patting Illius softly, running his hand over the beautiful scales.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. The Dragon replied, before adding, almost on cue Minus being tipped off...
Emile just smiled.
You can call me: Mabs/Jonny
I found you guys by: Proboard Support
I've been roleplaying for: Ten Years
I consider myself: Intermediate/Advanced
Some other things you should know about me: I'm male... other than that, Nope!
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