Name: - Ignitus Ardoon


Age:- Ignitus is twenty-three years old.


Gender: - Ignitus is male.


Skills:

Swordplay - Ignitus is very good at sword fighting and can manipulate his surroundings whilst duelling against a foe well. He prefers light blades, because this gives him the ability to move acrobatically, giving him immaculate ways of attacking the opponent.

Magic - Ignitus knows how to cast a perfect spell, because it is very easy for him to concentrate, as he is patent and calm. He focuses on the spell and soothes it from him. He knows this because he had the perfect mentor, and he uses those memories to use manipulation and harming spells. Ignitus' magic is emerald and powerful.

Smithing - Ignitus knows very well how to make a sword after the lessons from his Master, and has had confidence ever since he created Oathkeeper, as it has never failed him. He has made many swords for fellow Dragoin Riders at the lowest price.


Race: - Ignitus is of the human race, but has some dwarf ancestry five-hundred years back.


Hair: - Ignitus has very greasy, black hair that is curved back behind his ears. It is somewhat shiny, yet untidy. It has small streaks of paler black, but they are nothing near a shade of grey.


Eyes: - Ignitus has turquiose eyes that resemble a small puddle of icy water.


Home Village: - Carvahall


Parents: - Father; Shavar Ardoon, Mother; Purifuo Ardoon


Siblings: - Ignitus knows from his father's last words that he has one younger brother, but he does not know his precise location; somewhere near the Beor Mountains, he knows after hard concentration.


Character Personality: Ignitus is a somewhat calm man, because he knows when to be patient and when to use his rage to destroy anything in his path. His ways are the life of a gentle beast; when he is angered, he is fierce and destructive, but when he is complimented and alone, he is a jubilant man who enjoys sitting alone next to the rivers. He is very relaxed and active, always willing to listen, and never not performing a reasonable quest for an ally. He believes that he lives the right way, because when he does get angry, he does not exactly show it, but he is still very precise and strong when using weapon or magic. He is very light and does not take abuse at him seriously. He laughs when a joke is told quite often, and is fond of getting embaressed when with a fellow Dragon Rider. He is nothing near dark, and is full of energy; this allows him to perform spells out of this world. He adapts his personality from his mother, whom was alot alike him. Ignitus prefers to be alone than to be fighting, but he will battle if he is requested or there is an attack on someone or a raid on a village. He is very protective of his friends and is quite alone when he wanders. He has a dragon's courage and bravery, but he has stepped down from ignorant dares from drunken peasents.


Character History: Ignitus was born on the fifth of December in Carvahall on the stroke of the full moon, where the dark sky glinted harmoniously in his presence. He was born in front of his mother's friends and family, but the father was ready making Ignitus food back at the shelter-house. He was named Ignitus for his fiery look, and Blitz for the spikiness of his hair, which did die down. He was given the name Ardoon as his father's surname.

He was raised calmly and peacefully, his healthiness growing night and day. His father would create small fires and then teach Ignitus very small specs of the Ancient Language to put them out. Ignitus preferred the darkness, because he always wondered what was inside its murky depths, and because it was his first sight, gazing up at all of the lustre-white, shimmering stars before his icy eyes. He was happy in childhood, and had many friends in Carvahall, people his own age and others, older or younger. He was a very likeable person to all of the residents. He sometimes sat on his bed, thinking when there was nothing to do, and he usually found it opened his mind to his praiseworthy imagination and dreams.

It was on a snowy day in Carvahall, the Falls behind raging with panic and coldness. The sky was grey above and there was nothing but ice-top mountains to look at surrounding. Everyone was wearing their fleeces and heavy, thick jackets that covered their physique. The prophet knew what was coming, and she died of what she saw. More of King Galbatorix's men came charging into the village with the sharpest spears and finest swords. They were fully armed, javelins, bows, arrows, shields, swords, helms, body armour, and shining red capes over their backs.
"WHERE IS THE BOY?" the head bellowed out; the small knolls around burst and drops of snow fell from them. "WHERE IS THE BOY OF MIDNIGHT?"
All heads outside their houses turned to Ignitus's shelter; the people of Carvahall knew they meant the Boy born at Midnight.
"COME MEN, LORD GALBATORIX AWAITS!"
They strolled past everyone, killing everything, every being in the soldiers' paths. It was not snow anymore. It was blood. The Head Soldier thrust the door down with his round shield, and looked around. The mother was screaming a shriek, emanating it from her mouth. And the father was holding his battle-knife.
"Stay here, filth, while we attend to your God."
Shavar Ardoon attempted to block the mens way of the stairs, but he was swayed aside by all in the room, except the only woman.
"Stay here, men!" The Head Soldier shouted; the stairs rumbled.
He smashed the next door, and a small boy, the same boy, the Boy born at Midnight, or Ignitus Ardoon rather, was lying on his bed, quite relaxed, eagle-spread. His eyes were shut but he was awake, and everyone was sure of that; he was not even trying to fake.
"You, boy! Get up! You're wanted by the King!"
"Why, soldier?" Ignitus asked calmly, raising himself up.
"BECAUSE! WHY'S THAT IMPORTANT?" But Ignitus gave him a penetrating look as he turned, and the Soldier whispered, "You're a Dragon Rider."
"I know, I have known for a year." The Soldier was astonished. "I have had visions and dreams. I have an egg. I do not need yours. I have another green egg, I do not need another one."
"PROVE IT, KID, BEFORE I WASTE YOU!"
Ignitus smiled, groaned, and then said, "Brisingr!" The boy's power fell from him, and he was a movement away from dying. He passed out, while the soldier burned on the spot. Ignitus' physical strength had proved worthy of a Soldier. The men ran from Carvahall with all their might, and the people outside cheered for what they knew, but they did not know ...
The Mother of Midnight Boy had been killed, right there and then, as they left, Shavar Ardoon weeping by the marble fireplace.

Five years later, Ignitus still regaining strength (A 10 year old boy could never have pulled off a spell of the Ancient Language), he was out in the hot day of Carvahall with his father Shavar, who was explaining fate, now.
"Right, Ignitus, I've got something for you ... but I need you to promise not to force it; you have to be patient to get it. Understand?" Shavar asked.
"Yes, father," Ignitus answered.
Shavar explained the Dragon Riders and more of the Ancient Language, and how he had been a Dragon Rider, but his dragon had been wiped out. Finally, of how he had found another Dragon Egg as the Soldiers left.
"It's time," he said, "that you recieve it. Wait, and the egg might hatch, but it might not. It'll take about a month, it's not used to you, yet."
Shavar walked off with a smile on his face.

Exactly a month later, with the emerald egg next to Ignitus, he waited, and then thought. He ran down the half-broken steps, and asked his Dad: "Would it be now it would hatch?"
Shavar nodded, and watched his son rewind his actions. The small, emerald dragon was sitting with his head curled behind his neck. He turned, and then leapt forwards, and grabbed Ignitus by the shoulders, a smile on his face. He was chirping madly with smoke emerging from his snout.
"Emraldor," Ignitus said softly. He had a dragon, finally, after the month. It was rapturous and soothing, knwoing to be one of the chosen, a destined one.

Shavar died of old age two years later, and Ignitus aquired a Master named Danjuro, a half-elf who knew how to wield a sword and use magic perfectly. He was there by Ignitus when he made Oathkeeeper, and Ignitus was there when he died three years later, but his training was complete. Emraldor was healthy and fully-grown, powerful and strong. Destiny awaited as Ignitus went to find the Varden without luck. He resided in the Hadarac Desert, hoping to find anotehr lost traveller while he and his dragon hunt for food and water.


Weapons: Oathkeeper - The Oathkeeper is a special sword forged by Ignitus himself two years as Dymatis' Apprentice. It has a handle with two semi-circles sticking out on each side that have dark spikes rising from them. The blade is grand and white, not a speck of blood traced over it, and the hilt was beautifully silver, gleaming in the sunlight.

Small Silver Dagger - Basic


Likes: - Ignitus likes his friends and the truth. Young, he didn't like anything much, but he has become fond of everything around him in the world because he understands that he was blessed in this realm and everything else in it, and they all deserve to be there, except the murderers and traitors. He lvoes nature, allies, his dragon, his home, and much more things around Alagaesia.


Dislikes: - Fighting. Ignitus hates brawling with swords, because it is wrong and he hates bloodshed. He also doesn't like pain and blood; he hates the sight. He dislikes many things, such as pollution, death, and the veil beyond life and death, because that is where his father is known to be.


Animal Companions: - Ignitus has a dragon named Emraldor.


Character's Physical Description: Ignitus has greasy black hair that is curved behind his ears; it is very untidy. He has pale blue eyes and a tanned face with scars and cuts over his red lips and orangey cheeks. He is known to where black robes down to his ankles with a belt concealed underneath it, which holds Oathkeeper. His arms are long like his legs, and his shoulders are flat and square. He wears black boots that matches his cloak, and a small silver dagger in his right boot.


Dreams for the Future: - Ignitus wishes to find his younger sibling who he has no memories of, and find the Varden one day as he travels.


Reason for Dreams: - He wishes to find his brother so they can become friends and unite as a powerful team, and he wishes to find the Varden so he can have more friends and express himself to the world more as he fights evil at the time, too.


Alignment/side: - Light/Varden (though unkown by the Varden)



Dragon Name: - Emraldor


Age: - Eight


Gender: - Male


Parents: - Unknown by Ignitus and Emraldor, but are really Virax (father)
and Dralansa (mother).


History: Emraldor's egg was thrown around for many generations, and was eventually found by King Galbatorix, who waited to find its chosen Dragon Rider, but then he found another green Dragon Egg. He sent the emerald egg with his servants, trying to finds its Master. Shavar Ardoon found it after the raid on Carvahall, and gave it to his son, Ignitus, who made it hatch. Emraldor was raised healthily by Ignitus and Danjuro, until Danjuro died with his dragon. Now, Emraldor the Emerald resides with Ignitus in the Hadarac Desert, looking for any mates to breed with for escape, or even just a way out.


Personality: - Emraldor is a kind of agressive, curious dragon who is very protective of his Rider. He tries examining ones mind and is always eager to find out their true affiliation. He never trusts a foe of Ignitus's and is very relaxed when alone. He is calm when flying and quick to the mind in battle. In addition, Emraldor is very smart at a dragon's past.


Colour: - Emerald-green; small blotches of darker and lighter shades over the scales.


Appearance: - Emraldor is an emerald-green colour and vast. He overshadows many things. His belly is large and slim, his legs are short and flexible, his claws are pearly-white and sharp as daggers, his back is silky smooth and full of straihht scales, and his tail is long and thin with a dagger-like point on the end that spirals upwards.


Armour: (if any) - Emraldor feels armour is only given to those who are pathetic and need it, so none.


Dreams for future: - To return to the Varden and find his parents.


Reasons for dreams: - For both, to form allies and begin uses of others.

Thanks. I made the histories longer and corrected all of the spelling mistakes; and I have been known to write good stories.
I just can't wait to post in the Alagaesia Adventures section.

I JUST CAN'T WAIT! I LOVE ROLEPLAYING! I LOVE IT ALL!

ya, its a very good RP Character, but there's a little problem...

your history is written as a sort of story, and it should be explaining his life from past to present. Eh, I dunno, ill see what Star has to say on the matter. I mean, its awesome, its just the fashion thats bugging me.

Hmm, i'll accept it this time because of the quality, but please try to avoid doing it in the past.