Post by altreau on Jan 14, 2007 21:38:44 GMT -5
Name:
Altreau
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Age:
15
Mother:
Human - deceased
Father:
Human - deceased
Name of dragon:
Zentoths
Dragons Bio:
Zentoths is a red scaled dragon, who is still reaching maturity. He is three months old, and small at the moment; however, he is growing quickly. Frequently going through growth spurts, Zentoths must now hunt small game for himself, since he cannot be provided the meet. His personality is a fiery one; Zentoths listens to only one person, and that Altreau. He doesn't like to be bossed around, and hates hiding. Zentoths tends to be headstrong and sometimes difficult to manage and quiet down.
Character Bio:
Altreau is an average orphaned fifteen year old girl. She looks through emerald green eyes, and her brown hair is shorter than most other females, coming down to her collar bone. Standing at five foot, six inches, Altreau is not short, yet she is not the tallest person around. She is more quiet, and tends to go off on her own rather than accompany someone else. Stubborn and being thick-headed doesn't aid her in making new friends quickly; however, if she befriends someone, she is loyal to them for the rest of her life.
Altreau does have a fault with being headstrong, just like her dragon. She hates being bossed, and doesn't take orders from others too well. Moreover, she is her own boss. A leader is something she is not; she leads herself, but cannot lead others which is a bit strange.
Loved Ones:
None other than her dragon, Zentoths.
Siblings/Family:
None
Roleplay example:
Rain poured down as Altreau carefully made her way home. She had no supervision, and was therefore free to do what she wished. As she walked through the wooded area belonging to the Eucalyptus Trails, she tended to be weary of her footing. Altreau was heading back to her small shelter, which was under two pine trees. Not much of a shelter, but it did her well. She had no tools to make a proper roof or anything; the only tools she did have was her bow-and-arrow. And she didn't have that many arrows left; many had broken along her hunts.
Coming upon her shelter, Altreau started a fire with the two flint stones she had stuffed in her pockets. Wood was stacked up to the left of her, along with some dried pine-needles, or once dried needles. Looking around, she observed the obscure woods, seeing nothing but what was in front of her. An owl hooted here and there, and crickets chirped, but no other sound was audible other than her own breathing. Tonight was more eerie than ever. Looking to the right of her, she looked at the egg she had found awhile ago; all cracked and banged up, and beside it was the sleeping Zentoths.
Altreau searched around, finding no scraps of meat that the dragon had left behind. Her gaze settled upon him; extending her hand, she gently reached out and stroked his smooth scales atop his head. She watched him sleepily open his large eyes and gaze at her. They had both reached an understanding, each knowing how to communicate with one another by using body language for now.
Giving a sigh, the teen looked out, wondering what had become of her world. She needed to flee; news had it that the king was sending out his followers to make an annual round-about check around the land. She knew the laws well, and knew that meant certain death for Zentoths if he was found, and possible death for her. Tomorrow, she decided, they would leave.
Altreau
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Age:
15
Mother:
Human - deceased
Father:
Human - deceased
Name of dragon:
Zentoths
Dragons Bio:
Zentoths is a red scaled dragon, who is still reaching maturity. He is three months old, and small at the moment; however, he is growing quickly. Frequently going through growth spurts, Zentoths must now hunt small game for himself, since he cannot be provided the meet. His personality is a fiery one; Zentoths listens to only one person, and that Altreau. He doesn't like to be bossed around, and hates hiding. Zentoths tends to be headstrong and sometimes difficult to manage and quiet down.
Character Bio:
Altreau is an average orphaned fifteen year old girl. She looks through emerald green eyes, and her brown hair is shorter than most other females, coming down to her collar bone. Standing at five foot, six inches, Altreau is not short, yet she is not the tallest person around. She is more quiet, and tends to go off on her own rather than accompany someone else. Stubborn and being thick-headed doesn't aid her in making new friends quickly; however, if she befriends someone, she is loyal to them for the rest of her life.
Altreau does have a fault with being headstrong, just like her dragon. She hates being bossed, and doesn't take orders from others too well. Moreover, she is her own boss. A leader is something she is not; she leads herself, but cannot lead others which is a bit strange.
Loved Ones:
None other than her dragon, Zentoths.
Siblings/Family:
None
Roleplay example:
Rain poured down as Altreau carefully made her way home. She had no supervision, and was therefore free to do what she wished. As she walked through the wooded area belonging to the Eucalyptus Trails, she tended to be weary of her footing. Altreau was heading back to her small shelter, which was under two pine trees. Not much of a shelter, but it did her well. She had no tools to make a proper roof or anything; the only tools she did have was her bow-and-arrow. And she didn't have that many arrows left; many had broken along her hunts.
Coming upon her shelter, Altreau started a fire with the two flint stones she had stuffed in her pockets. Wood was stacked up to the left of her, along with some dried pine-needles, or once dried needles. Looking around, she observed the obscure woods, seeing nothing but what was in front of her. An owl hooted here and there, and crickets chirped, but no other sound was audible other than her own breathing. Tonight was more eerie than ever. Looking to the right of her, she looked at the egg she had found awhile ago; all cracked and banged up, and beside it was the sleeping Zentoths.
Altreau searched around, finding no scraps of meat that the dragon had left behind. Her gaze settled upon him; extending her hand, she gently reached out and stroked his smooth scales atop his head. She watched him sleepily open his large eyes and gaze at her. They had both reached an understanding, each knowing how to communicate with one another by using body language for now.
Giving a sigh, the teen looked out, wondering what had become of her world. She needed to flee; news had it that the king was sending out his followers to make an annual round-about check around the land. She knew the laws well, and knew that meant certain death for Zentoths if he was found, and possible death for her. Tomorrow, she decided, they would leave.