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 |  Subject: Atleon - Scars run deep. (Human)  Fri Sep 12, 2008 3:51 pm | |
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Name: Atleon of Mirrahl
Age: 29
Birthday: May 30th, 3680
Gender: Male
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Type Of Person: Rider
Relation To Any Dragons: His dragon has died.
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Description: As a rider, he had to work hard on his physical abilities from a young age already so as to be able to handle a dragon. Thus, he is rather well built, with dark brown hair, coming down to his ears. It seems to have a life of its own as it is regularly falling into his face. Dark brown, almost black eyes stare mysteriously out of a slightly tanned face. He is tall and usually dressed in tight, dark leather clothes so as to protect his body from any outside dangers. He usually was equipped with a sword and a hunting knife, both strapped to his belt. From his shoulders, there was usually a dark green-brownish cloak dangling down, a good protection against being seen. All in all, eye candy, as mysterious and charismatic as he was, if only it weren't for a scar crossing the left side of his face, from the outer corner of his eye down to the mouth. Many other scars were covering his body but none of them could be seen under the clothing. A rather prominent one was situated on his chest, where the heart is situated; a scar that never healed, despite the rather clean cut.
Other: As prince of the kingdom of Mirrahl and war strategist, Atleon is an important asset to the plans of the DDC. Though he is still rather young, his experience already exceeds that of most other by far. Since as a boy he had already started training a lot, he was skilled in sword fight and hand to hand combat. His dragon had been with him as soon as he was able to hold a sword, so they both had learned about the art of riding and the art of war together. The numerous scars on his body, including the one in his face, were a reminder of a war he had been fighting in his teens already. It was also the war he had lost his beloved dragon in, though that had happened under slightly different circumstances. Bottom line was that he held himself responsible for the incident and had refused to ever get on a dragon again. The scar over his heart had been inflicted on him by his very best friend, who had turned out to be a traitor, something nobody had ever expected of him. It was a painful memory, even more so because the dragon had saved his life, when later on, Atleon had failed his dragon when it had been in mortal danger. Nevertheless, the prince has a strong mind and doesn't waver on his principles or values. He fights for what is right and would give his right arm, even the left, if it was necessary to protect the people of his Kingdom. He hadn't brought himself so far by holding on to misery and grieving all the time. Remorse was not the right medium to run a kingdom, which he knew he would have to do at some point in his life, though he'd rather do it later than sooner. So he had buried all the bad and dark things deep down inside his heart and locked them away after the war, without ever forgetting nonetheless. That was now thirteen years ago and since then he had held his head high and tried to do the best he possibly could to keep his people happy, forgetting himself while investing so much into the well-being of others.
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