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Name: Altair Esod
Tribe: Fire
Hair: Black, chin length
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin: Tanned, from long days in the desert sun
Tattoo Mark of Fire tribe on his left shoulder.
Appearance:
Usually wears the baggy khaki pants of his people and leather boots. A loose fitting white shirt, with a red emerald pendant around his neck. The shirt sleeves are 3/4 length, covering his tattoo. A leather bracer on his left arm, protects it when using a bow.
Bio:
As a member of the Fire Tribe, Altair grew up knowing only the nomadic lifestyle of his people. Fire Tribes stance of being at war with the water tribe, is prevalent in all of tribal society. And yet there are a few of the younger people who question why this is the way it has to be. Among them is Altair.
Altair, being the son of one of the nobles of the Fire Tribe, is a trained warrior in the art of the blade. He has also been trained by the master magicians of Brisengr (the fire tribe capital) but lacks the control of these powers, leaving him cautious to use magic unless it is the last resort.
Altair had a great teacher, Mardon, who taught him about chivalry, honor, and what knowledge of the past the old man knew. Something forbidden by the Fire Tribe Law. With this knowledge, Altair sets out to find a way to end the war and reunite the people of Dradia.
Weaponry:
Sword,Nir'oc, the hand gaurd is two dragons curling around the handle and then out at opposite ends.
Hunting knife
Recurve bow and arrows
Fire Magic
Horse: Painted Desert Stalion, Anis (close friend)
Notes:
Currently searching the Uncharted Territory (Runa) for the dragon Anelia
Vision Seen the Hall of Records in the Capitol City:
It was too much for Altair to take in at once. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body collapsed under the onslaught, as his unconcious mind continued to obsorb what it was being fed.
Altair was standing in a field of dark purple grass that he had never seen before. Rocky cliffs were at his back and stretched as far as the eye could see. Waves of water pounded against the rock wall from the opposite side. "Where am I?" He asked aloud, his voice echoing in his head.
"You are in Runa." A powerful, yet silky voice filled his head. "Or at least that is where your mind is. Your body is back in the Capitol."
Altair spun around looking in every direction for the owner of the voice. "Look up, little one."
He raised his head and was treated to the greatest sight of his life. He had dreamed of this day, and was perhaps dreaming now. But nothing he could have imagined prepared him for the beauty that he saw.
A large dragon, the color of the orange in Nir'oc's blade, came soaring out of the sky. The grace with which the majestic animal flew was unnerving. It came in for a landing, puffing it's wings out to catch the air and slow it down. "My name is Anelia."
"I...I never imagined that you were this beautiful," Altair stammered.
"Your time here grows short. You must come to me. I've waited a very long time for this day. The Riders shall rise again. You will be the first in a long sucession. But for now, remember where I am and use the knowledge that you have gained wisely." Anelia turned to walk away, and then turned her head to face him, "Take care of Nani. She is more valuable than even she knows. The time will come when all of Dradia will rely on you and her. Farewell, Altair."
Anelia bound into the air and then things went white.
Name: Altair Esod
Tribe: Fire
Hair: Black, chin length
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin: Tanned, from long days in the desert sun
Tattoo Mark of Fire tribe on his left shoulder.
Appearance:
Usually wears the baggy khaki pants of his people and leather boots. A loose fitting white shirt, with a red emerald pendant around his neck. The shirt sleeves are 3/4 length, covering his tattoo. A leather bracer on his left arm, protects it when using a bow.
Bio:
As a member of the Fire Tribe, Altair grew up knowing only the nomadic lifestyle of his people. Fire Tribes stance of being at war with the water tribe, is prevalent in all of tribal society. And yet there are a few of the younger people who question why this is the way it has to be. Among them is Altair.
Altair, being the son of one of the nobles of the Fire Tribe, is a trained warrior in the art of the blade. He has also been trained by the master magicians of Brisengr (the fire tribe capital) but lacks the control of these powers, leaving him cautious to use magic unless it is the last resort.
Altair had a great teacher, Mardon, who taught him about chivalry, honor, and what knowledge of the past the old man knew. Something forbidden by the Fire Tribe Law. With this knowledge, Altair sets out to find a way to end the war and reunite the people of Dradia.
Weaponry:
Sword,Nir'oc, the hand gaurd is two dragons curling around the handle and then out at opposite ends.
Hunting knife
Recurve bow and arrows
Fire Magic
Horse: Painted Desert Stalion, Anis (close friend)
Notes:
Currently searching the Uncharted Territory (Runa) for the dragon Anelia
Vision Seen the Hall of Records in the Capitol City:
It was too much for Altair to take in at once. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body collapsed under the onslaught, as his unconcious mind continued to obsorb what it was being fed.
Altair was standing in a field of dark purple grass that he had never seen before. Rocky cliffs were at his back and stretched as far as the eye could see. Waves of water pounded against the rock wall from the opposite side. "Where am I?" He asked aloud, his voice echoing in his head.
"You are in Runa." A powerful, yet silky voice filled his head. "Or at least that is where your mind is. Your body is back in the Capitol."
Altair spun around looking in every direction for the owner of the voice. "Look up, little one."
He raised his head and was treated to the greatest sight of his life. He had dreamed of this day, and was perhaps dreaming now. But nothing he could have imagined prepared him for the beauty that he saw.
A large dragon, the color of the orange in Nir'oc's blade, came soaring out of the sky. The grace with which the majestic animal flew was unnerving. It came in for a landing, puffing it's wings out to catch the air and slow it down. "My name is Anelia."
"I...I never imagined that you were this beautiful," Altair stammered.
"Your time here grows short. You must come to me. I've waited a very long time for this day. The Riders shall rise again. You will be the first in a long sucession. But for now, remember where I am and use the knowledge that you have gained wisely." Anelia turned to walk away, and then turned her head to face him, "Take care of Nani. She is more valuable than even she knows. The time will come when all of Dradia will rely on you and her. Farewell, Altair."
Anelia bound into the air and then things went white.
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