(ok i know i just posted one not to long ago, but no one really seems to like it that much so im hoping to use this one as a learning experience. Aside from that i had a great idea for a charry pop into my head)

Name: Arthynos

Age:33

Gender: Male

Skills: He was a very excellent survivalist, whether in cold, hot, dry, most climates he could find he can usually do very well in. Being so talented at this he was a good hunter and marksman. He was also talented with blades, mainly sword and knives.

Race: Human

Hair: brown like this

Eyes: Also brown

Parents: Falthurn and Ashlyln (Dead)

Siblings: Althunroth, Talegyn (both males, both dead)

Personality: He can be a pretty stubborn, determined person. Survival was a major practice for him considering what his old world was like, being pushed to live made him this way. He isnt shy at all, very confident at times. Despite liking being with people, he did like to work alone, depending on who wishes to go with him. Only with challenging things will he accept teamwork, like battle for example. Speaking of challenge, he loved to accept, or undertake his own. Whether it was training or outdoor, he would do something that pushed him. Being in a cold climate only helped him increase stamina, so he came to expand his likings for training. Training with the blade was one of his favorites.This was another case when he didnt want to be alone, his was picky when it came to teamwork. Aside from that he is usually a calm, maybe happy person. But he was quick to temper at times. If he thought it unimportant, or annoying his temper used to escalate quickly. He would even break out in fights if he felt the other person started pushing it. All in all Arthynos was an average guy a lot of people thought. He was unique in some ways, but many people would think him like a lot of others would be.

History: The world he lived in was harsh, someone could have said no, but it was. A different world, where he lived...a cold one. He was the oldest of his brothers, so he thought himself to be the leader. This was why he liked to push himself, to make himself stronger and succeed over his brother. Very high mountain peaks, with dangerous cliffs helped him learn a vital skill for him, climbing. After hunting numerous times for food, he'd collect the pelts to add to his arsenal of gear to climb. He decided to make the mountains a place of recreation, it would soon become where he first learned swordsmanship.

When he turned twenty he decided to become what the people of his kingdom called a Paladin. Paladins were rare, considering what it took to become one. Arthynos had to venture into an ancient corridor of the mountains, and enter the lair of Qual'Gul.A place where demons gathered a long time ago with undead, and fell into sleep for centuries. The order thought of the task including ancient wild, and evil dragons and protoliths in the north, but decided it to far and risky. Especially because of the protoliths, they are like a dragon, but with two legs and larger wings. Aside from that feature you can tell what they are by their heads, very differently shaped, a longer snout. Arthynos's task was to take an ancient blade that had divine attributes to it, left there by a Paladin to keep the horde of chaos asleep. Arthynos proceeded with the task, but once he pulled the blade of of the ice and rock, he would have to fight a mighty demon who guarded the blade. The fight went on for an hour, and nearly killed Arthynos, but he escaped with his life and the blade which he now named Anth'Quelar. This is how he become a true warriors.

Months had passed before anything happened. A Magi, an old and wise magician, who had to prove themselves through a series of tasks that took them at least thirty years, had come with news. He went with an apostle, or what Magi called they're students, went into the dangerous mountain peaks and discovered a maelstrom. The apostle fell in, the Magi tried to trace him through it, and right before he lost all hope, the apostle stopped right before going out of range, other sources popped up to. The Magi declared a portal to other worlds had been found, Arthynos was curious.

He was about to venture into the mountains for the maelstrom, but he had a dream the night before. Dreams of war...of death...of dragons fire. He awoke and told the Magi what he had seen. The Magi dropped his staff and told Arthynos to gather everything he held dear and run, an ancient evil would awaken tomorrow Arthynos was told, his world was about to end with the deamons, and ancient dragons very far north destroying all life they could find. The humans had violated an ancient pact long forgotten. The Order had forgotten of the sword Anth'Quelar's task. The massive hordes of demons and undead were enemy to all, the dragons knew this. Because Arthynos has taken the sword out of its mound, he had awoken them all. The dragons and protoliths decided the humans must pay before their world possible would end. Arthynos left in a hurry, gathered his blades, ice climbing gear, and ran to his brothers, then to his dearest friend named Pharogyn and told them what would happen.

The next day they went for the only hope of survival they had, the maelstrom. Going into the mountains they had to be careful this time, it was avalanche season, hundreds of those and storms struck every day in the tens of thousands tall peaks. After a few days hike, one and a half days hike away from the maelstrom, they set up camp. the next morning they heard a rumbling...They saw an avalanche speeding towards their camp, and it caught them. They tumbled dangerously fast down the slopes, and stopped after a minute. Only Arthynos and Pharogyn were together, no site of the brothers. The two left continued, then when the maelstrom was in sight, so was Arthynos's brothers. Talegyn's leg was half out of the snow, that was all...he was dead. Althunroth's gear was at the edge of a 1,000 foot cliff, he had fallin to his death. Arthynos wept then looked back at his home...a red glow appeared, and was getting bigger...the dragons were coming. Arthynos and Pharogyn made a sprint for the maelstrom and stopped at the edge. It looked like a vast empty space with many swirling clouds, stars shining through here and there. A protolith suddenly appeared, and the two friends made their jump.

Arthynos landed in a lake in what is the Beors. A waterfall stormed near, fire surrounded where Arthynos had appeared. He wondered for a long time, then saw a shadow near a tree. Thinking it was Pharogyn, he ran for it and found a stone, he knew it was an egg...a dragons egg, but he did not break it, he wondered since this was a different place, and took the stone with him. (The stone was [color=#8040FF]this color) A minute after he found the egg, he was surrounded by archers. Arthynos was knocked out and taken by the mysterious men. He awoke an hour later, he felt fragments in his pocket. "Who are you?" he was asked. "My name is Arthynos." He noticed Pharogyn's gear next to the man. "And who are you?". "I am one of the rebels, the Varden." Arthynos got up, spears pointed at him. "Where did you get that gear?" he asked. "By a corpse...he was slain by a squad of the empire." replied the man. Arthynos was told the story of Galbatorix, as he wept, he asked if he could join their cause, hoping to avenge the last link he had to his true home. He was allowed in as a foot soldier. That same night he noticed something crawling at his door, Arthynos grabbed at it, and saw a dragon. He noticed a strange mark on his hand, and decided the dragon was no threat after a small lick to his arm. He named his new friend Synora. After the Varden saw them together, he was sent to the elves. What a strange, but wise race Arthynos thought them. There, at age twenty-two he leanred about the Riders, and their past, and also their arts. He become an excellent swordsman, and leanred magic for the first time in his life. His dragon Synora learned many things as well, became stronger, faster, and smarter. Arthynos soon grew impatient to start his quest of revenge. Realizing he had Synora, what he thought salvation for him, and his journey to come, ventured back to the varden on a saddle made for him by the elves. Before he left however, he turned down having a Riders blade, he decided to keep Anth'Quelar, but he had it modified by their smiths.

He has been fighting long and hard for the Varden, hoping for revenge (might play out during RP's). Now at age 33, and Synora 11, Arthynos continues to start a new life...a new legacy. [/color]

Weapons: Anth'Quelar was earned by Arthynos in his old world in hopes to become a paladin. The blade was buried in rock and ice, one side of the blade in ice, and one in rock. Now modified by the elves, it is as strong, and durable as a Riders blade, but still has old magics soon to be found by Arthynos.

Likes: Synora, training, talking, people, excersise.

Dislikes: The empire, being bored or annoyed.

Animal Companions: Synora

Description: Arthynos was 6 ft. tall, and had a bit of a muscular look. He usually wears some kind of armor for any time he could be attacked, like hard tough leather, and some mail, plate for battles. Looks like anyone who has spent time building up, not to skinny, not to big. He has scars from his old world that never healed due to the maelstrom, but also from this world. Scars like cuts, scrapes from his avalanche fall, the maelstrom made those almost impossible to heal. For everyday life he usually wears a lot of leather, maybe some mail, and cloth.

Dreams: Hopes to bring down Galbatorix.

Reasons for Dreams: His men cost Arthynos his best friends life, who was also the last link he had to the homeworld.

Side: Varden, its allies and friends.

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Name: Synora

Age: 11

Gender: Female

Parents: Unkown

History: Not very much is known about Synora, she refuses to tell most of anything of it unless its to Arthynos, he also keeps it a secret. From the moment she hatched, she realized she was to be with Arthynos. She grew fast, and so did her mind. She has mostly spent time talking to Arthynos about his homeworld, and how he got here, which he rarely speaks of. Other than that she has usually spent time fighting by his side, flying with him, many things to strengthen their bond.

Personality: She has a mix of personalities. Usually very calm and peaceful around Arthynos, but when the time called, or it was provoked, shes was quick to anger just like her rider. When it comes to others aside from Arthynos, she prefers to be alone, but will work with others depending on the situation. She is also not shy at all like Arthynos, its like she picked up much of him when she became his dragon. Considering how strong the bond is between them she is unique with a mix of her own and Arthynos's traits.

Color: what color these words are

Appearance: Of average size for a dragon so young. She is somewhat muscled. Usually in public she appears to have nothing on her mind but what happens next, her face is calm and tranquil. She has a average sized tail with a few spikes at the end. She has neck spikes like most every other dragon would.

Armor: A saddle, and some plate for great battles, she wont wear plate unless its of vital importance.

Dreams: She hopes to also bring down Galbatorix, but also learn more about the past of her race, to save the eldunari...to find other dragons.

Reasons for Dreams: She feels Arthynos's pain and contempt for Galbatorix, and wishes to help. As for her past, she simply wants to know, and hopefully learn if there are any others alive.

(If needed i will edit any spelling or grammar, was in a hurry to type this, something popped up while i was)