Name: - Nathen William Drake

Age:- 18

Gender: - Male

Skills:
Blade Master- Trained briefly by a former assassin of the king. Nathen learned his natural talent for blades. Be they Sword, dagger, or knife He wields them with surgical precision. Few can avoid the flurry of cold biting steel. No matter though how naturally skilled one can be. There is always room for improvement.

Quick take downs- A skill taught to him by a old assassin skilled in the secretive shadow style. When in possession of a bladed weapon he can do quick slashes cutting tendons and artery's in his opponents limbs rendering them immobile and granting a slow painful demise as they bleed to death. This requires a great degree of energy and concentration so it is seldom used outside of grim circumstances where he is surrounded by insurmountable odds. Generally ineffective against heavy armored opponents where bare flesh is limited.

Assassins Legacy- His knowledge of the location of veins, artery's, tendons, and nerve bundles in the human body make each successful sword blow not only painful. But hindering to his enemy as they lose effectiveness in battle. Though lacking proper training that requires years of study he has the natural skill befitting a assassin. He is quick when not weighed down and can avoid attracting attention well enough.

The last word- Be it sheer will, or the stubborn soldier within Nathen will try to inflict a mortal blow to the closest enemy before sub-cumming to his wounds in battle insuring he does not go down alone.

Storm Prince- When he learns to use and wield magic. His creation and control of storms prove the peak of his power. Silly and pointless as it
seems.

The survivor- In a world where there are the strong and weak. Nathen has prov en himself a survivor. A total category upon itself. He has a rare talent to make do in harsh times. He is the perfect example to counter Any negative thoughts on humans. For he reflects the ingenuity and flexibility his race is renowned for even though they are considered weak. No matter how grim things are. He can see a way to survive and adapt to best utilize it. Slim though the chance may be.


Race: - Human

Hair: - gold

Eyes: - Blue

Home Village: - Empire Capital

Parents: -Richard William Drake (Executed)
Sasha Drake (Alive)

Siblings: - Valoran Drake (Alive)
Damean Drake (Alive)

Character Personality: At least 12 lines.

Nathen is generally a silent young man. Ever quiet and observing it is hard for anyone to know what is going on inside his head unless they know him well enough to pick up on the signals his body portrays. While he does walk the fine line between good and evil Nathen can be considered salvageable in the eyes of a experienced dragon rider. Nathen has no qualms to striking down an enemy that poses a threat. Be it man, woman, or child. In his view, it is a necessary evil to take the life of another. Something he was raised to do since childhood. As easy as it is for him to do, he would prefer to avoid conflict to raise attention to himself. He is a man that will aid the weak in need if it is within his power. But depending on the situation he could just as easily turn a blind eye as he could help. Despite his perceived 'indifferent' attitude he really is just scared and confused. A man who has not yet discovered who he is or his place in the world. He is at a delicate and vulnerable stage where he can be swayed to rejoin the conflict of war. For good or worse is yet to be seen.

Character History: At least 15 lines.

Nathen William Drake was the first born son of the former Richard William Drake. A noble lord of the capital at the heart of the empire. He faced the executioners block after it was discovered he was a rebel sympathizer that supplied them. In death he left behind two sons, one daughter, and a widow. The drake family was stripped of there noble status and Nathen only eight at the time was forced into military service in the dark lords infamous unit. The 'orphans brigade". A group of conscript child soldiers. His brother Damean, also was taken and sent to the "Indigo Wolves" where he learned to be a dragon slayer. Nathen once a sympathizer like his father was no longer after his first skirmish with rebel soldiers. He learned the harsh reality of the war. Not even child soldiers were spared from the rebel blade. He saw first hand the ruthless blood thirsty nature of the Varden and dragon riders. The burn scar on the right side of his face reminding him always in time of doubt. The years passed and Nathen proved a survivor and excellent soldier. He stayed in contact with his little sister Valoran and mother Sasha who now lived on the only land they kept. A homestead next to a abandoned mine that went dead years ago. His brothers were abouts and fate remain unknown to Nathen to this very day. Now 18 the young imperial soldier was granted leave and he visited his mother and sister. There reunion was a happy one. Brief that it was. Hoping that there was still life left in the abandoned mine on there land Nathen ventured into its cold darkness with nothing except his courage, lantern, and dwindling hope to find a gold vein or ore so that there family could rebuild a life lost. What he found was far from what he hoped. He stumbled into a cache of weapons and supplies set up by his father. Though now they had collected years of dust. His lantern chased away the darkness to reveal a stone alter. Removing the white silk sheet that covered it he discovered a egg. Black as the darkest night. He became entranced at the red vein covered lines of energy that pulsed visibly on the eggs smooth surface in a rhythmic fashion like a hear-beat. After touching it he yowled in pain as a flash blinded his eyes and a sharp pain burned in his left hand. Holding his wrist with clenched teeth he hissed in surprise and pain at the mark burning into his flesh. He had heard tales of the riders and there marks. Stricken with grief at his miss fortune and horrified at the consequences this would bring he fled his family homestead and the empire. Nathen dared not go searching for the rebels for sanctuary. He knew they would kill him without questions for being a empire soldier. Conscript or not. The same he imagined the empire would do if they discovered. With nothing but his imperial soldier uniform, weapons, and the egg itself he set out into the unknown in search of a way to break the accursed bondage he now found himself in with the devil lizard. But Nathen will learn that in order for him to fulfill his destiny he will have to become his enemy, become the very thing he had fought for years. He would have to become, a dragon rider.

Weapons: Standard Imperial Soldiers steel short sword

Likes: - A good pint of beer, a warm bed, a full stomach, gambling and playing liars dice in the taverns with shady characters

Dislikes: - Varden, Empire, dragons

Weakness / Fear: - He is terrible with a bow. His fears are basic for a man of his situation. Adult dragons and the safety of his family.

Animal Companions: - Had a dog once.

Character's Physical Description:

Nathen is 5'9. His hair is shoulder length and gold like a wheat field before harvest. They say that eyes are windows to the soul. Nathens are blue. Wild, yet gentle like the sea. Physically his body is perfect by human standards. Hard and chiseled from the empires strict physical training for soldiers. His body is covered in scars. Visible medals portraying his experience on the battlefield. But the most distinct of the scars is the ugly burn covering the right side of his face. A grim testimate to his survival from an encounter with a dragon.

He wears the standard uniform and armor of the kings royal foot soldier. The red crimson tattered cloths long having dulled and weathered to the elements. Once he would have stood as a prime example of the perfect soldier. Clean, healthy, and strong. But now as if portraying the empires future. He looks as if a relic. Unshaven, dirty, and smelly.

Dreams for the Future: - To simply survive in a world where Nathen believes he has no Ally's

Reason for Dreams: - Really?

Alignment/side: - Neutral for now

For dragon riders only:
Dragon Name: - Elsa
Age: - Hatch-ling
Gender:- Female
Parents:- Unknown
History: At least 5 lines.

Elsa hatched in the wilds greeted by the cold night air and Nathens even colder gaze that cut far deeper then the flesh the air blew on.She seeks his love and approval only to be turned away time and time again. Her only true joy at the end of each day being able to do her part by helping to keep her future rider warm at night. Seeing her first city was a new and exciting experience because of all the fascinating sights,sounds, and smells. She never understood though why Nathen always kept her hidden in the satchel he carried. As the days pass she has started to fear for her life. At first indifferent to her. Her human companion has started to grow hostile. One is left to wonder why she chose him. A sense of pity? Desperation out of being in the cold darkness of the mines so long? Or perhaps she saw something in him nobody else did. Hope. Heroes as history has portrayed. Can be found in the most unlikely of places.

Personality: At least 5 lines

Elsa is a sweetheart. Young, and energetic she is always trying to explore and learn. Despite the cruelty of her rider she worships the very ground he walks on out of a mixture of fear and love. Her inexperience of life and the world in general causes her to ask rather idiotic questions. At least in her human companions eyes. In the future time to come when she reaches adulthood physically and mentally should her young rider have wandered to far off the well beaten path of life she will be the voice of reason. Providing wise words that will guide him hopefully out of the darkness before it consumes him.... and inevitably her.
Colour: - Black
Appearance: At least 3 lines.

Elsa at the moment is the size of a average house cat with the exception of being a little more heavy. Her eyes are violet in color, and her body is pitch black. Small and vulnerable though she is. Elsa is constantly growing at a rapid rate.
Armour: (if any) - None
Dreams for future: - Winning Nathens respect and love
Reasons for dreams: - What use is a rider that hates dragons?
Weakness / Fear: - She is very naive of the world and its happenings. She fears most for Nathen and what he will become without proper guidance...
guidance she cannot provide to her dismay.


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Adjusted the unusual gaps. Thats the last time I write a bio on notepad prior to pasting. Where would you like me to expand?

And I'm done. That hopefully should do it. Thank you for your patience and the guidance.

thank you. I guess I just need a few more green lights. *waits patiently*

Thanks, I have fixed the mistakes pointed out