Post by Revan on Apr 27, 2015 2:35:36 GMT -6
Right then! Let's get started!
Celebrity/Canon Claim: Joe Dempsie
What's your name? Magnus Gyllen
How old are you? I'm twenty-one years young.
Are you a boy or a girl? Yeah, I'm a guy.
Do you have a tribe? Formerly, I followed a man named Drago. Now I'm a wanderer.
Do you have any dragons? I have a female Desert Wraith named Sandstripe. She's not really mine, but we've been together for quite a while. She's a light tan color with dark brown stripes. I don't know for sure how old she is, but I think she's around my age.
I'm afraid I lost my eyesight long ago. What do you look like?
I have short, slightly curled brown hair with a bit of a messy look to it. My eyes are dark brown, and my skin is a rough with a light tan. I'm a bit taller than average, but fairly skinny as well. I try to shave often, but I currenly have a bit of stubble on my face. I wear a longsleeve brown shirt with a collar, as well as a brown leather vest over the top. I wear dark-colored pants and leather boots, since I never liked the feel of fur ones. I usually carry a dagger on me since I'm pretty good with one, but I can also use a shortsword. I'm pretty rubbish with just about every other weapon though, so only daggers and shortswords.
Tell me a little bit about yourself.
I won't lie, I get annoyed pretty easily by a lot of things. I don't like being told what to do, unless it's by someone I trust or respect. Sometimes I can also be irked by outgoing people, if they're obnoxious enough about it. I have a bad habit of being blindly loyal, which has gotten me into trouble a few times. Nowadays I'm not so trusting, but part of that is because Sandstripe is the only friend I need. When around friends, I have a way of teasing people (or dragons) that I care for, usually in the form of nicknames. I can be quick to point out the flaws in others, but I'm a hypocrite in that I don't like being told of my own flaws.
Where do you come from?
As a kid, my home was a small house in a secluded town. We were pretty self-sufficient, so not many traders passed through. But like so many other places, we had a bit of a dragon problem. Both my parents were pretty good warriors, so they were usually in the middle of all the fighting. I figured when I was old enough to do something other than sit in the house or be on the 'fire-extinguishing' team, I'd be out there fighting the dragons too. So, naturally, I hated them. It wasn't really a rational hate, they didn't take away my parents or anything, though I'd need more than one hand to count the number of times they burned down my house. I just hated them because it was what was expected of me, and I didn't question it.
I had a close friend when I was growning up, and his name was Ben. Ben was a lot like me in many ways, but he shared my feelings toward the dragons; they were just mindless beasts out to make our lives harder. When I was fifteen, Ben approached me with an offer. He told me about this man he had met, who claimed to be a part of a great army that would soon free the world from dragons. The man followed a great leader named Drago Bludvist, who vowed to free humans from the tyranny of dragons. It didn't take much convincing for me, but the idea didn't seem so great to my parents. Eventually though, I convinced them to let me go join the great army. Ben and I were both admitted, but found the army was much larger than we anticipated, and soon we were seeing less and less of each other. The last time I saw him was shortly before the battle to defeat Valka's Bewilderbeast.
Early on in my life in the army I was trained how to ride dragons, even unwilling ones. Drago's army didn't have too many dragon riders, considering there was no need while they were under the control of the alpha. But some of the younger troops, such as myself at the time, were usless in hand-to-hand combat. So, instead we were taught to ride. I rarely had the same dragon for long, instead usually just riding whatever dragon was nearby. Eventually though, I often found myself with the same dragon; a tan-colored one with dark stripes. A Desert Wraith. It was one we had stolen from a dragon-rider village. I had seen the face of the man who watched in horror as I climbed onto the back of his dragon, now under the complete control of the alpha, and took off. At the time, it hadn't bothered me. We had stolen many dragons for what I thought was a good cause.
During the battle against Valka's dragon sanctuary and her Bewilderbeast, I was once again with the Desert Wraith, who I now referred to as Sandstripe. I fought bravely for Drago's side, but then, I saw something I sometimes wish I hadn't. I saw Drago command a Night Fury to kill a young man. At least, it would have killed the man, if an older viking hadn't sacrificed his own life to come to his rescue. I had been lead to believe that Drago would free humanity form the tyranny of dragons, but what I saw was Drago using a dragon to kill a human. Shaken by the sight, I fled from the battle. The alpha's attention had been focused on the Night Fury, so it wasn't hard to escape. I flew for what seemed like hours before I reached a small landmass, and finally stopped there. I knew Sandstripe was no longer under the control of the alpha so I ordered her to leave, but she wouldn't. Maybe she sensed I was troubled, or maybe she just wasn't going to leave a sixteen year old boy alone on an island with no way out. Whatever the reason, she stayed with me while I tried to forget the image of the dead viking. I felt guilty over everything that I had done as a part of Drago's army, and so I promised Sandstripe that I would return her to her former human. Now, five years later, Sandstripe and I continue to search for the human I stole her from years ago.
What's your main goal? I want to find Sandstripe's human, if he still lives.
What are you good at? I can be very persuasive, and I'm also good at seeing things from someone else's point of view.
What sort of things do you dislike? I don't like feeling guilty, or being reminded of things I've done in the past.
Is there anything else you want to tell me? Nope.
The Downed Dragon
Your OOC name: Revan
How did you find us? See Lanayril.