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"I am a dragon, yes. My family line is of the dragons who's scales happen to look more like fur than the standard western style dragons. It makes for an interesting appearance when people see me in my dragon skin. Also my dragon form is where most if not all of my scars are shown. And about the immortal status, yes, I am truly immortal, meaning I cannot be killed. However that doesn't mean I can't be harmed, the scars I bear are proof of that. The becoming immortal happened long ago in a way that has been lost to time, thankfully. It is less of a gift and more of a curse in the way it was done. But enough of that! On to less depressing things. Here, let me show you how to use the magic that flows through my world."
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Short Personality: Kind | Mischievous | Loyal | Curious | Strong Short History: Vidar has a very long history, so only parts of it will be highlighted. When he was hatched, Vidar was blood bonded to Maris, an elf, with the purpose of giving the elf immortality at the expense of the dragon. Vidar lived in a situation where he received the pain of all of the punishments that Maris endured. This could have turned the young Vidar into a bitter dark hearted dragon, but it didn't. Vidar believed that Starmaker had a plan for his life, even if he lived irreversibly tied to an elf who knew no better than to have a cruel heart. Situations changed as time passed and the young elf and Vidar who was bound to him were forced to leave their home. Over time the imbalanced relationship between the two of them changed, and Maris became more like Vidar's brother rather than his captor. The two of them realized that there were a lot of things that were tormenting the people of their world, and the two of them began to try to find ways of dealing with the creatures, eventually forming the Cleric Order. Currently in his story, Vidar has an apprentice who will change many things about how things are viewed in the world. And possibly in the process of training the young man, Vidar will finally find someone who will claim a special place in his heart.
Exerp from Spark of Flame -- Runes flashed down the blades. Eaid and Ehrie. Oath and Honor. Kajika looked up at Tarka as the light faded with fear in his eyes. “What did I just do?” The Frostmage was staring at the blades, knowing what the runes emblazoned on the middle of the unsharpened space between the blade and the cross hilt were, but not comprehending the meaning beyond the words. “Kajika, I think we just found your blades.” Warriors who were chosen by Starmaker to wield runeblades always found the one they would find to be an extension of their own hand. Tarka had just not expected this boy to be one of them. He turned his eyes to the sky for a moment, sending a prayer. Kajika stared at the blades. The hand and a half sword was called Eaid, or Oath in the common tongue. Briefly he wondered why that had been the name of the blade. The name of the dirk surprised him even more. Ehrie, or Honor in the common language. He had shown everything but honor in stealing that shirt. It had been the latest in a long list of things he had taken from other people out of necessity. Guilt began to seep into his heart and reflected it’s self in his stance. “Sir, I think Lord Maris is mistaken. I don’t think I am fit to be his apprentice.” Light blue eyes flashed up from the breastplate he had been inspecting, and Tarka looked the boy over. That was an odd thing to say especially because of the fact that the runeblades had chosen him. “Why do you say that?” The boy’s wings slumped. “Because I’m a thief. And a liar. I did what I had to so I could survive, but that is an excuse for my actions. I don’t want to dishonor Lord Maris and Vidar.” Tarka straightened slowly before turning around, the warmth of compassion wrapping it’s way around his heart. “Then resolve to change your actions. Starmaker knows you’ll be forgiven, or at the very least be able to eventually replay whatever you took.”
Painted Caves Ranch
Wynter | 28 | Female
Words that discribe me -- Kind Compassionate Shy Damaged Stubborn Introvert
Art Style -- Digital Anime-based Lined Shaded Lineless
Writing Style -- First Person Limited third Short stories Short story series Easy Reading
Role Playing Style -- Third Person Paragraph style Discussed Plotline