Reb the brave and Star Gazer

Star Gazer · May 20th, 2009, 8:30 pm

Name: Rebekah, Reb for short

Age: Seventeen when first became known, is now around fifty one

Gender: Female

Skills: FIRE: Reb was gifted by her God with the gift of fire. She can comand fire into any form and shape she wills, being able to fend off any attack with fire. She is adept at forming fire at will, and then use it for almost anything.
ICE: Almost in direct conflict with her fire gifts, she is also trained in the art of comanding ice. She is not as strong with this talent because her mentor died before she could learn the full control of her ice powers, she is capable but tends to lean towards using fire instead of ice.
Archery/Swordsmanship: These are very basic skills, but Reb is able to light each of her weapons with fire, making them ten times deadlier. She is fast and effictient with each, being over average with the bow, and excelent with a sword.

Race: Reb was born human/elf. Her mother was a human and her father was an highly ranked elven rider who unbeknownst to Galbortorix lived in a village of humans not far from the elven city. Reb is now shade/human/elf after her trusted mentor released the spirits of a shade into her body, betraying Reb.

Hair: Her hair was originally long and plain brown, but now is streaked cherry red for fire, and white for ice.

Eyes: Her eyes are captivatingly beautiful, Her iris is fire red, almost brown in its coloring, but her pupil is ice white with wisps of grey floating in them. They changed when she became a shade, originally being hazel.

Home Village: Sentaill; a village unheard of by most in the empire until the death of a rider was reported there.

Parents: Hethoid is her father, a full blood elf, and her mother is Margaritta, a commmon house maid.

Siblings: She has one brother whose name is Rebel.

Personality: Reb is a very independant individual, not known to whine when in a tough situation, but rather a suffer in silence kind of girl. She learned early in life to be happy with what you have, crying over spilled milk will only make your life miserable. She was handed a bad lot in life, and was forced to grow up young. She was thrust into a world of danger when most girls her age would have been kept oblivious to such things.

She is a rather dark person as well, having a bleak out look on her future. She believes the darkness residing in her will one day take her over and cause her to harm someone she loves. The thought is abhorrent to her considering she is a rather protective person. If someone she cares about is in danger, she will remove them as quickly as she can, not being able to stand the fact that someone could be feeling the let down she did from age ten and up.

History: Hethoid was a very strong rider, that was forced to stay in hiding when an egg hatched to him, the elves afraid that Galbortorix would imediately come for him and kill the newly picked rider. He grew up sheltered until one day a young maid to an elven household crossed his path. The human girl caught his eye and they were soon married.

Two years after their marriage, bot Margaritta and Hethoid moved from the elven city into Sentaill to be closer to Margaritta's family. The elves were furious that their beloved rider would abandon them for a lowly human, and they shunned him the day he left their city, never to return. Two years after moving out, Margaritta gave birth to a baby boy, dubbing him Rebel.

Six years after giving birth to Rebel, Margaritta gave birth to Rebekah, their beautiful baby girl. Rebekah was just a baby when her brother began to take care of her more and more. Their parents were gone often to rule their small village, since Hethoid was the strongest male, he had been appointed head of the village, and Margaritta never left his side. Neither of them expected what hapened ten days after Reb's first birthday.

It had been a quiet morning, Reb's parents had gone to the community center to hear complaints from the common villagers/farmers, leaving Rebel alone to fend for her and his baby sister. Rebel sighed as he went through the rutine of feeding his baby sister, and then bouncing her around until his parents returned home. They usually returned around mid-afternoon.

Late in the morning, Rebel heard a scream from somewhere near their house, and then an explosion rocked his house on its foundations. Being six years old, he had no idea what was going on. He grabbed up his little sister and scrambled to the door to look out.

He made to the street before he stopped dead in his tracks. At the edge of town and army waited, a large black dragon flying low over them, shooting fire balls into the village. He couldn't take his eyes off of their glinting swords as they cut down all in their paths. A shout caused him to turn. Running towards him was his mother, her black hair streaming behind her. "Run baby! Get Gunther out of the stables!" She screamed, taking Rebekah from his arms and urging him to go get the family horse.

Minutes later his mother was throwing him into the saddle, climbing up behind him, cradling his little sister in her arms. She didn't hesitate to kick the horse in the ribs, sending it at an imediate gallop. Behind them a rather large white dragon rose into the sky. Rebel looked back just in time to see the large black dragon and its rider slam into his father a top his magnificent dragon, The two of them locked in a deadly battle.

Margaritta knew the exact moment her husband was slayed, the terrible death cry of a dragon screaming through the forest loud enough to spook her horse. Tears of pain ran down her face as she kicked the horse harder, hearing the distant flap of wings as both Galby and his soldiers chased her. They were after her children, wanting to destroy any evidence a rider exsisted, fearing his children might be compatable with a dragon.

Hours passed as she rode for the elven city, but the sounds of pursuit were getting closer. She knew she had no time, and right as an arrow pierced her horse's legs, she threw Rebel into a bush. "Run for the elves." She screamed at him and watched her only son run for his life. As her horse fell to the ground, she craddled her daughter to her chest. "I love you darling. " She whispered and used her momentum to toss her baby girl into the bushes as far as she could, willing to let daughter die of the elements then at Galby's hands, and then the soldiers were upon her.

Two days later, an old shade was walking through the forest, tranquil in his old age-rather in spirit than in body because he doesn't age- and heard an odd mewling sound, investigating the sound further, he happened upon a rather badly scratched baby, wailing from in a bush. As he bent down the baby hushed, staring up at him with her large eyes, and he was imediately wrapped around her little finger, and knew he would be for the rest of his very long life.

As his new daughter grew, he found her amazingly bright. She was a quick learner and curious to boot. As she grew larger, faster, and smarter, he noticed she had a certain affinity for controlling fire at her will, and for controlling ice far beyond any person able to control magic should be able to. He was amazed, and worried for her at the same time. He taught her how to fight with a sword, and how to wield a bow as well as any man.

On Reb's fifteenth birthday, the shade called her into his room. "Yes pappa?" She called, walking into the room and then closing the door, the shade had been ill all of a sudden, and she knew not how.
"You know that I am dying yes girl?" He questioned.
"I do." Reb answered, tears welling up in her lovely eyes.
"You would do anything to end the worry of a dying man wouldn't you love?' He wondered aloud.
"I would." Reb answered, meaning it. She loved this man who was not her real father and wanted him to die happy.
"I want you to open this jar, darling, and not say a word or question me." He told her simply, and dread spread through out Reb as she scooted forwards until she could see the jar he held out to her. Inside this glass jar, things were swirling, a dark grey mist. She had promised she would take this jar and open it, but fear caused her to hesitate. "You will take this gift." The shade said then mumbled a few words of magic and opened the jar.

Reb screamed as the swirling grey mist shot from the jar and into her opened mouth, pain twisted her insides until she doubled over from the pain. The shade watched on, no emotion forming his features. " You are now as I am." He muttered and then died, having been eaten alive by the spirits that inhabited his body.

Reb awoke to a new world. A world of pain, treachery, and best of all, with her shade half-Zantya- came Star Gazer a wild dragon bound to the spirit of a shade. Reb found herself inhabited by a whole new personality. Two beings in one body, one old and strong, the other young and naive. An unlikely combination, but one they were forced to work with.

FYI: By the way just to clear confusion Zantya is a shade whose body had been previously destroyed. She was formed by accident a combination of many bad souls and one good soul. When growing in strength she had latched onto her one good soul and had kept that as her sole reason to keep going, fighting the darkness inside she would one day give Reb when she died, leaving Reb in her own body with the spirits of the shades still residing inside her. Zantya had been given a new body later on in my Rpg'ing career.

Animal companions: Cobalt: Reb was walking through the forest one day when she came upon the corpse of a dead horse, having been killed by a wolf. She had approached the corpse with fear, not knowing what to expect. She deffinately hadn't expected to see a young black colt huddling beside the dead body, its leg twisted at an odd angle. Reb had imediately scooped the newly born colt up into her arms and carted him back to her cabin, at the ripe old age of fifteen. She slowly began to heal his leg, setting it back in place and ended up raising a horse so smart he could all but communicate with her using human words. He is her family. He has the ability to light his mane and tail on fire when angered, or Reb is in troubled, having had that gift bestowed upon him by God.

Shedo: Reb was walking with her young horse through the forest when a lone howl had reached her ears. She was instantly wary of it, having been chased by wolves before, but this howl seemed different. It was pained and lonely. Reb had inadvertantly let herself be drawn towards the sound, and had eventually come across an young black female wolf, her leg caught in a trap. Reb had felt bad for the wolf and had freed her, making a loyal companion for ever more.

Leth: Shedo had left Reb for a wolf pack in the Shrine, giving birth to a litter of pups, and then returned to Reb, carting back a young white pup. Reb and Leth had imediately become friends and Reb and Shedo are Leth's sole parents now, loving her dearly.

Weapons: Reb has a Claymore, a very large sword with a blade at least three feet long. The hilt is the same shade of purple as Star Gazer's scales, incrusted with black jewels. The blade is purplish/black as well, and can ignite with fire at Reb's commands.
Bow: Reb has a rather normal bow, not wanting a fancy one. It is a long bow, made of a strong wood that tolerates her great strength. Her arrows are fletched with the feathers of a great golden eagle.

Likes: Reb loves children, and animals, and loves protecting those she loves.

Dislikes: Reb hates injustince and those who look down their noses at others. She believes all are equal except for God.

Physical Description: Reb is six feet two inches tall with long hair that reaches her waist. She ties it up into three pony-tails-one right on top of the other- and has a lithe form. She wears a deep purple velvet tunic with short sleeves and a black over tunic, along with a pair of black leather capri pants. She wears such clothing to make fighting much easier, prefering to fight free instead of hindered by armour.

Dreams: She dreams to take down Galbatorix, for she would never join the likes of him. Also to find her true love, and a family to replace the one she lost.

Reasons: She dreams to kill him for what he did to her family, and wans to feel accepted by all.

Alignment: The Varden

Dragon
Name: Star Gazer

Type: Night Stalker

color: Purplish black

Age: Five hundred

Other: Just like Zantya, Star Gazer is strong, and she is one of the greatest skilled flyers in the dragon world, being able to perform stunts that would litterally kill most dragons.

History: Star Gazer was a free dragon, not having been laid by a dragon who had a rider. She was to be the heir to an dragon kingdom in the Beor mountains, but when her mother and father had left her egg unattended for one minute, a shade had stolen her egg and had hied her far away from her family.

Her egg remained unhatched for three centuries before a young shade girl had happened upon it, thinking it a pretty rock. That pretty rock soon shattered revealing a lovely young hatchling dragon. Zantya had imediately hidden Star Gazer from the other shades, and had run as far away from the village as she could.

Star Gazer and Zantya had moved to the Beor mountains where they came across a civilization of dragons of all kinds. The king and queen dragon had realized that Zantya had brought to them their long lost daughter and had welcomed Zantya to the mountain for the rest of her long life.

Far in the future when Zantya had been in need of a new body, and had commandered a new one, Star Gazer had formed a bond with this new body whose name was Reb. Star Gazer ended up being the dragon of two riders, both of which were strong women. Zantya would eventually die, leaving Reb as her sole rider, and Zantya's spirit was resurrected to find another dragon, Star Gazer's sister Moon.

Personality: Star Gazer is a very strong dragon, being calm in the face of almost any tragedy, even the death of her close friends. She is fiercly loyal and protects that which is hers. She loves deeply and forever, and once you are made a member of her family, you stay that way for the rest of your life. She keeps close those she loves, wanting to keep close ties.

Appearance: Star Gazer has the largest wing span of any female dragon, has long sharps spikes along her back, dagger-like fangs and the end of her tail has four large spikes on it, each one longer that the other for maximum damage done to any foe. She had a long face, and her scales are large and smooth.

Dreams for future: - To help her rider find peace, and to take care of her ever growing family.
Reasons for dreams: - The love she has for them all.

Reb the brave and Star Gazer

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