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| Infroris; Trapped in darkness... | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 20 2009, 08:17 PM (161 Views) | |
| dragongirl88 | Dec 20 2009, 08:17 PM Post #1 |
 
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Name: Infroris Type: Western European Age: 17 Gender: Female Clan: None Clan position desired: — Magic: Darkness: Mastered Wind: Mastered Appearance: Infroris's smooth, thin scales are as white as the snow, with a slight blue tinge. Six black horns rest upon her head, three on each side. Her paws and the tip of her tail fade out to black. Her sharp red claws are tipped slightly with black with all her use of her darkness magic. Her eyes are usually closed, them being torn from the attacks of the dragons that turned against her. Her wing membrane is a midnight black. Her teeth are short but sharp. She is quick, but her blindness hinders her greatly. Her other senses are heightened trying to work without sight. She is 21 feet tall, 43 feet long, and her wingspan is 87 feet. Personality: Infroris is usually nice to people, but will often accidentally lash out at people she doesn't know well. She hates her blindness and wishes she could be someone else. She likes having close friends, and will fight to the death to protect every one of them. She is very loyal and is not usually cowardly, fighting others when need be. One of her dreams is to have many friends around her, and her worst fear is seeing all of them die or turn against her, which has unfortunately happened to her. Infroris likes to have friends, but sometimes she may get a little moody and decide to be alone for a little to prevent herself lashing out at her friends. She hates it when people are sympathetic for her because of her blindness. She loves music and loves to hum. History: Infroris was born on a large continent close to Selzar. Her clan was very large, but Infroris knew every one of them and valued each of them as a friend. However, the clan was split in half over something. One side thought that the deputy of the clan, a male dragon named Gurthor, would make a much stronger leader than the current leader, a dragoness named Focuvia, Infroris's mother. The other members of the clan thought that Focuvia was an excellent leader and should not be succeeded by Gurthor because of his violent manner. The other side became known as Gurthor's followers, and once they had all agreed to obey him, he came to Focuvia and demanded for her to step down from her position. Infroris was 13 at this time, and had become an important member of the clan because she was the only one who had managed to know darkness magic, a magic that the other clan members never figured out how to learn. Focuvia refused to step down, and the half of the clan that was on her side supported her. But Gurthor didn't want to take no for an answer, and ordered three of his followers to attack Infroris, yelling that this was what would happen if Focuvia still refused. They went for her eyes, slashing them. In an instant, her world fell into darkness. She could no longer see, and all she could hear was the shouts of her mother, and Gurthor laughing. Focuvia quickly stopped the bleeding with her healing magic, but her healing magic was not strong enough to heal her eyes completely. She attacked Gurthor, and it led to a large battle. Dragons from both sides died, and Gurthor was forced to retreat, fleeing with the rest of his followers. However, Gurthor came back a few days later, and attacked the other half of the clan. They fought back, and this time, when Gurthor fled again, Focuvia labeled them as banished from the clan. This went on, and soon the sides began to grow with new recruits from other areas of the continent. The banished clan members started another clan with Gurthor as their leader, and each time they were drawn into a battle, Gurthor had even more recruits than before. Four years later, the war between the clans grew to an extreme. The two sides, at midnight one night, clashed in a giant battle. Slowly but surely, Gurthor's clan began to thin the ranks of Focuvia's clan, and eventually only Infroris's family, including Focuvia, were left. Gurthor stepped forward and ordered all of them to be killed. Infroris tried to dodge the clan's attacks, but her blindness hindered her and she ended up being pinned down by one of them. She heard her siblings' and Focuvia's cries as they were killed, and she was sure to come next. But then, Gurthor laughed, a sound that she had only heard once before; when she was nearly killed by his henchmen. She realized that he only lived to kill, and nothing else. He loved blood and would sacrifice anything for it... even his family and his former mate... Focuvia. Infroris released her rage in a slice of blackness, covering all of the member's eyes in darkness magic. Now they would know what it was like to be blind. She heard them stumble around, crying out, and then eventually erupting into skirmishes when one bumped into another. She followed Gurthor's scent and found him. She wasted no time, and shot a deadly needle of darkness at him. Fortunately, it pierced the soft underside of his neck, and he gave a loud howl before he fell. The clan erupted into shouts. Who had killed their leader? It must have been the blind dragoness! They all ran towards where they had heard their leader's cry, trampling some completely and injuring others. The injured fought back, and soon a battle was erupting between every one of the dragons. Infroris killed every one of them she could with darkness until she was too tired to do any more magic. She ran away a little from the battlefield and listened to see if anyone was left. Then, when the last cries had died down, she took flight and headed toward the smell of the sea, thinking that she could find another home. It was just becoming night again, and she hoped that she could find somewhere else without any evil... Picture: None... Edited by dragongirl88, Dec 20 2009, 08:21 PM.
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| wyvern95 | Dec 20 2009, 08:24 PM Post #2 |
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.....Wow. That's probably one of your best characters DG. It'll be interesting to see one of her posts. Accepted |
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