Post by Dalla Ragnarök & Vanum on Mar 10, 2016 9:51:12 GMT 1
VIKING BIO
NAME: Dalla Ragnarök.
NICKNAME(S): Hati, because of her fondness for the moon and stars. Only close friends call her this, as well as Vanum for a teasing name.
AGE: Fifteen years of age.
BIRTHDAY: Twenty second of August.
ORIGIN: Berk.
OCCUPATION(S): Tends to roam, many think she is good for nothing because she refuses to get a job, so many shun her.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
LIKES: Rain, lightning, night time, dusk, setting sun, sweet things, writing, drawing, flying, swimming in the warmer weather, hot baths, the moon, the stars, reading, Vanum, daggers, sharp things, bows, arrows, bones and the smell of lavender and herbs, as well as herbs in general.
DISLIKES: Mud, dirt, being alone or without Vanum, rude people, cocky people, Vanum being cocky, Vanum being annoying, Vanum taking off randomly, bright light, sleeping in, loud people, high-pitch noises, cold bathes.
STRENGTHS: Dalla is skilled with bows, her accuracy, from what others have told her, is amazing. She is also quick-witted, calm, quick to adapt and learn and is good at being patient with certain things, drawing being one of them. She is also good with making salves, things that can be used for injuries or pastes that can be eaten. Even things put in water to make it taste nice ( tea ).
WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, tends to be shy around new people, easily startled and hates taking orders from others.
FEARS: Although she loves lightning, she has a strong fear of thunder. She also has a fear of large sea creatures, mostly sharks and things like that. Dalla is afraid of bees and, for some odd reason, seagulls. The seagull fear barely bothers her anymore since Vanum tries to eat them whenever they come near her.
AMBITIONS: To be the best dragon rider she can be, to look after and be partners with Vanum forever ( a little promise they made when she was little ), over come her fears, find someone nice to be with in life ( although when others talk about this she says that all she needs is Vanum ).
SECRETS: Dalla has had a very bad tendency to steal her fathers mead, few have actually seen her drunk since she locks herself in her room. She also is a very odd drunk, she tends to flirt or try and fight anything that she lays her eyes on. Those are two things she would never share with anyone… well, Vanum already knows.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Dalla is generally calm and outgoing. Many seem to think she is cold hearted, though she describes herself as stoic. Vanum often comments about the fact that she is childish when it comes to books or drawing, that of which, annoys her. Dalla can be kind in time, caring too, though she usually has to take the time to get to know the person before any of this. She hates when her parents tell her off for coming home too late, though she is planning to build her own home for her and Vanum out in the forest s she doesn't bother her parents, or they, her. She loves sweet things, often going out of her way to get a treat for her and Vanum. She loves long conversations with him, though she tends not to talk too much with him around others.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Dalla is slender and tall, standing at five foot eight. Her hair is coal black, reaching just below her shoulders and is often scraggly. Her eyes are a mix of colours, what most would call, teal, or more commonly, jade green. She wears some custom armour she crafted herself made of leather she dyed black. Her shirt is a tight piece that is long sleeved and bands comes over the shoulders, forming a cross over her chest though it doesn't shape anything. Her pants are simple, made of the same thing. Her boots fit over the bottom of her pants, having a few buckles to tighten them on the outer side of each. She occasionally wears gloves and a cloak made of black dragon skin that was a gift from her parents. She isn't sure what dragon hide the cloak is made of.
ARMOR: Link.
BOW: Link.
QUIVER / ARROWS: Link.
HISTORY: Dalla doesn't remember too much about her childhood. Though she can remember some things. At the age of five, she was offered her first dragon, although she was happy, she declined, saying she wouldn't have a dragon until she found and bonded with one. Her parents were happy about her choice, and didn't mention it for the next few years.
During that time, her mother had taught her carving, what wood to use, how to do it, making sure the wood was okay to use, things like that. Her father taught her how to use a sword, though that didn't go well as she almost killed herself as soon as she picked it up. So he changed the weapon into a bow. There wasn't much difference, though she had a spark that showed him that was the weapon for her.
Her parents had spent the next few years training her, her mother occasionally showing her how to sew, though she picked it up quickly. Apart from sewing, she was taught about the various herbs that the wilds of Berk offered. Things she could eat, things that could kill.
On her tenth birthday, she was giving a cloak of black dragon skin and a piece of white wood to carve her own bow with. Her parents had said they were proud of her and after that, she left home to go to the forest where she liked to hide. Dalla went to the far side of the island, taking her carving tools, some food and the ivory in a satchel. Dalla had also decided to wear the cloak in case someone, or more the point, something found her.
Dalla had found a cave, it was cold inside and she could see frost forming on the walls. The deeper she got into the cave, the warmer. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something odd. She could almost sense that there was going to be something dangerous at the end. And what she found shocked her.
A dragon with a long serpentine body, black scales and cyan looking blue eyes.
The dragon’s teeth clicked together as it rushed towards her, ‘feathers’ splaying out. Dalla screamed, attempting to run away only to trip over, dropping her satchel. Of course, she hadn't noticed this at the time and had continued running from the dragon that had then stopped once she was away from the cave.
A day later, she had returned with a basket of fish and her newly carved dagger. Sadly, she had dropped her wood that was for the bow, it had been in the satchel, and she had to get it back. Dalla walked in, finding the dragon once again. It had let off a high pitched screech, making her drop the basket and run away... again. She and the Ambassador had gone through that phase for over two months. Her bringing a basket of fish and then running away. Dalla had gotten the idea when she returned after the second day, finding the empty basket outside the cave. At the end of the first month, she had taken to calling him 'Vanum', which meant bright blood in her own little language ( ‘cause what child doesn’t ). They soon got to the point where she could sit at the end of the cave, watching him and speaking, though she was always quite, but she knew he could hear.
It took her three months before she could get closer, and at that point he didn't seem to mind her presence anymore. When she came to the cave that day, her satchel was out the front of the cave, as well as a dragon. The Ambassador seemed to smile at her arrival as she placed the fish basket down. She sat down on a large rock and watched him. He picked up the satchel with his talons on his wing and held it out. Dalla was hesitant, but took if off him, finding everything in her satchel... except the food. There were also some black scales in it too, she had guessed they were his.
From that day, when she visited, he had taught her some snippets of Dragonese in exchange for some knowledge of the world. She may have only been ten years of age, but he had said she knew lots of the world.
The next day, Dalla had rushed out with her newly finished bow, laughing happily as she ran through the forest. But the bow was not the cause for her happiness. It was her eleventh birthday. When she reached the cave, Vanum was waiting like usual. He had greeting her and she sat next to him, showing him the bow. "Amazing craftsmanship", he had said, making her laugh. In the end, Dalla and Vanum had become friends. She had visited every day and had sometimes treated him by cleaning his scales, an activity he grew to enjoy.
A few months later, Vanum had agreed to come home with her, making her parents rather surprised. For the times she had left, they thought she was visiting a friend or going to the forest to draw. They were mad at first, and although Vanum was edgy around them at first, they all got use to each other. Dalla has been with him ever since.
Over the next four years, he continued to teach her the language of dragons and she made him a saddle, as well as her own matching set of clothes. Now, she's fifteen, and he is, from what he has told her, about the same age. Since he didn't remember his day of birth, they have their birthdays on the same day.
FAMILY: Her fathers name is Mathias Ragnarök, mother's name is Saalia Ragnarök.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Dalla uses a special bow she made herself. The body is made from a white wood, with small little carvings she does of Ambassadors on it, she makes the arrows out of white woods she finds and the feathers from hawks and other birds for the ends, the ‘pointy end’ is usually one of Vanum’s smaller scales since he sheds a lot. The quiver is mostly a thick leather that has six dragon scales imbued on it. The scales are Vanum’s and are detachable, making for a quick weapon or something to cut with. Though she doesn't really use them. She also has a small dagger made from bone, it also has carvings on the hilt.
FIGHTING STYLE: Any stance, prefers long distance than to be close up. Swift at releasing arrows.
DRAGON BIO
NAME: Vanum.
GENDER: Male.
TYPE: Ambassador.
APPEARANCE: Vanum has pure black scales with the exception of a few snowy mis-matches in his set. The iridescent colours of his scales are cyan blue, same as his eyes. His saddle is a black leather, sometimes looking dark brown depending on the light.. The saddle is smooth and thin with a bar on each side for grip. The saddles body runs down his spine, his spikes sticking out.
PERSONALITY: Vanum is a calm and caring dragon once you get to know him. But if you don't, he will try and scare you off or simply attack you to get you out of his way. He hates annoying people with the exception of Dalla. His voice of reason is little and he doesn't care what happens to others. When confronted with questions or things he doesn't like, Vanum usually tries to leave so he doesn't have to put up with them. Fleeing into the forest or sky. Vanum is also over protective of his friends and family, roaring, hissing and in some cases, attacking others if he deems them a big enough threat. He hates when Dalla teases him about being nice to her though he tried to ignore it, often stealing her things and running off with them. He is generally possessive of Dalla when males talk to her.
STRENGTHS: Strong, agile, swift, quick thinker, takes things in easily, learns with time, calm.
WEAKNESSES: Tends to act first, brash, scares others off, slow to learn, hates water.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *Checked by Pime2*
C-BOX NAME: Vesinir.
