Well, the Epic RP section has given me some interest, heh. An the fact there are few Dragonriders in here anymore ... Sorry that I haven't really been active myself, been flitting around other things, but I will be this time n.n

Name: Essijimo

Nickname(s): Mo

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Skills: Magic: Mo does not possess enough mental potential to exactly, willingly, handle her magic properly. Magic is usually like a spasm, or is fashioned from her emotions which act as foundations. Her magic visually doesn't appear as water, fire, or any other element, just usually sometimes a mist or winking clouds of light.

Race: Demi-God of an elf.

Hair: A pale, lavandar, tinted silver with streaks of watery gold. Very layered into near-arcs at medium length. Unbound.

Eyes: Black and intense.

Home Village: None.

Parents: Aeiou and Yiouii

Siblings: Unknown.

Character Personality: Mo is usually seen as a headstrong, confident and individual being. She holds a courageous frame to illuminate the best she can how determined she really is and can be. If she had her way, Mo would permit no one to order her. If be chance there rarely is a time when she is ordered and no obvious pathway to reject it, she tries to weasel herself around it, always keeping her dignity and usually uptight air. Mo loves any challenge to prove herself to her onlookers and herself. She has an aim to make everyone look upon her as the one in charge.
But when she’s not like that, usually when she’s lonesome and sombre, she turns more cold and feeble, almost like a totally new person. From here, she can show extreme outrage or just become utterly uncaring. She almost appears to be in a trance, bleak and unhappy at the least.
Mo rarely shows pure joy. She bottles it up. But usually, food makes her very happy, as well as completing a challenge. She does even find interest in simple things like board games but gets frustrated easy if she looses.
She loves anything to do with nature, which is probably the soft side of her. Watching anything grow, anything reproduce, anything be born. She's interested in life and highly afraid of death because of how ugly and horrendous it appears to be before her. She loves sunshowers and rainbows.

Character History: When humans weren't a wilting race, as they are now, there was a small company of them that had migrated along the border of the Du Weldenvarden taking along with them many ancient legends. They believed in a handful of gods and goddesses.
One of the goddesses they believed in was Aeiou, queen of the morning star, the most fair.
Aeiou, though, found a young elven man named Yiouii. Yiouii was an average elf apart from the fact he was a serial killer living on the outskirts of Ellesmera. He had so much talent in sweeping up his footprints, he was not even suspected as a witness of any murder.
Yiouii though, possessed demented thoughts over an unknown course. Aeiou found him quite interesting though. One night, she appeared to him and won him over through a dream, sending him into a coma. There, he gave her a child through his vast and long dream until he died from lack of food in the coma.
Mo was that child. She was an elven demi-god. Aeiou discarded her immediately out of fear, leaving her in the depths of the Elven forest.
Mo wouldn't have survived if not for doe that actually nurtured her and protected her just enough to be able to survive. Mo was raised in a herd of deer, unusually long living from the affects of old magic in the forest.
Mo, though, had no real difference ability-wise than any other human, even though she's a demi-god. Though, she did uncover new talents frequently, some small, some large and some unable to be repeated.
Mo learned to live alongside the forest. Knowing little, not even how to talk, until she met a dragon ...

Weapons: Daggers: Mo has six hand-made daggers of various lengths between 10cm and 40cm. Each of these is inbedded with quartz in the pommel that unusually for her, can hold her demi-god magic quite well. The blades are curved, serratted and each very nasty-looking, constructed from a metallic-like substance she'd produced from waterfall lagoon water by mistake.
Spear: She owns two, 1.5m long spears, both died in ochre along with bronze-coloured barbed, spears. These are also embedded with quartz.

Likes: Food, challenges, climbing, forests, sunshowers, rainbows.

Dislikes: Annoying beings, taking orders.

Animal Companions: Usually whatever decides to cling onto her. There is one rusty-red vixen that persues her regularly though, usually listening to whatever she commands the creature to do through instinct.

Character's Physical Description: Mo stands roughly about 169cm tall. She has a lean and quite muscled build from flitting through tree tops. She has long tapered ears, longer than the average elf's, and three dots fashioned into an upside-down triangle on her left cheek. On her right there are two tattooed lines in wine-red beneath her eyes. She wears a gold and red bandana to hold back her tresses and usually walks barefoot. She wears a short, white dress that is typically smudged with dirt. A belt clings to her waist and two magpie feathers jut from the peak of her hair. She has scars blotching her hands, elbows and legs from the past.

Dreams for the Future: To find out every single thing she can do.

Reason for Dreams: To face her mother.

Alignment/side: Her own.

For dragon riders only:

Dragon Name: Fhumme

Age: 306

Gender: Male

Parents: Unknown names, a black dragon and a white one.

History: Mo stumbled upon Fhumme as he was fast asleep, by a river, exhausted from a weighty wound in his side. He startled her at first with his projected thoughts, demanding reason as to what she was doing. She became quite afraid.
Fhumme explains little of his history, not even his previous rider, whom is thought to be dead.

Personality: Fhumme is quiet though not shy. He drags alot of anger and bitter tension along with him. He usually doesn't disaggree with Mo, just goes with the flow, even though she's not his Rider. He doesn't show be cares for much, not even himself. Though there's obvious controlled passion when he's fighting or trying to best himself through something.

Colour: His scales are reflective. Whether or not he can dull them or not is up to him, pumping more blood through them, thus making them cloudy and less reflective or completely reflective like a mirror.

Appearance: Fhumme is very tall, lean yet muscular. His tail is long, thing and whip-like yet cords and threads of muscle run up it. His neck is very snake-like and he stands rather like a greyhound. His spines are arced and wave-like, running along his spine and his toes are very long with long, white claws. His eyes are white with intense, black pupils. His face has a rather snappiy-ish appearence with overlapped teeth pushing through from beneath delicate lips.

Armour: Currently none.

Dreams for future: To get revenge on someone ...

Reasons for dreams: Because he lives for nothing else.


Note that she's a demi-god, not a god. Just born of a goddess, that's how she get's her magic but no god-like properties otherwise.

I like it. Be careful you are not super-powering this chary, though. Gods/demi-gods are risky when it comes to matters like that.

ACCEPTED!!!