The Wheel of Time: The Throne of the Dragon [OOC]

[Highland Sniper]

it's been brewing for the past few years if you ask me
all the heirs fighting over the throne of the Dragon
I wouldn't be suprised if it turned into a war.

[P.K.]

A war? no way!

[Highland Sniper]

oh
don't act so suprised
but I doubt the towers'll get involved at any rate

[StormWolf]

[Breggo13]

Name: Emer MagAoidh, daughter of Lord Duneb MagAoidh

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Home country: Saldaea

Powers: Sniffer, Wilder (fire)

Description:
Emer is a slim young woman who stands about 5'7 with toned muscles. She has long black hair like the rest of her people but otherwise, lacks a lot of the typical Saldaean features - no hooked nose, no high cheekbones and no almond shaped eyes. Her features are softened by a more Westernland undertone. Pale green eyes in long eyelashes shine bright with an internal fire. Her nose is more straight than her relatives and her face is almost heart-shaped. Her pale skin appears nearly flawless but the second she exposes her body to the world, it is possible to see countless scars, bruises and old memorials etched onto her hide. Prefering to wear armour to dresses and robes, Emer prefers light reinforced leather with some thin metal gauntlets, foregoing more protection for speed and agility.


Short Bio: Emer is the youngest child of Lord Duneb MagAiodh and his late wife, Lady Ciara from Cairhein. The MagAiodh homestead was castle Stoirm Dóiteáin, a sturdy fortress that had seen its share of battles over the generations and was a faithful vassal of the Lord of Tyr. For generations, the MagAiodhs were faithful soldiers and supporters of the Bashere who ruled the land, following them into battles and sharing both the victories and the defeats. Located near the Mountains of Mist in the southern area of the country, the MagAiodhs were the protectors of the South and the Lords of the Misty Pass.

Emer grew up surrounded by three older brothers Criedem, Nearl and Uram. While her mother passed away shortly after her birth due to complications of a long labour, Emer never felt the loss as acutely as most girls - she was a fighter. Racing through the lands atop spirited horses, climbing the rocky faces of the mountains, diving into icy waters of the nearby streams - those were the adventures the young girl loved. Although seemingly growing up wild, Emer was still taught the typical skills of a Saldeaean noblewomen - various subjects including history, mathematics and the Old Tongue, horsemanship, needlework, dance and etiquette. On Top of that, she joined in lessons about hand to hand combat, dagger fighting and became quite proficient at throwing knives.

As her brothers grew up to join the fight and establish their own destinies, Emer was left more and more to her own devices. Often, she would sneak out to ride in the wilderness on her faithful steed, followed by a pair of hunting hounds. It was during her time alone that she started to discover her magical talents - the first to come was the fire. It was hard to explain but when she desperately needed it, the flames appeared, leaving her exhausted and tugging on her insides. It took a while to figure out what triggered the flames and once Emer connected the dots, she was thrilled. Unfortunately, her skills never grew from the minimal spell of bringing up a flame small enough to fit in her palm.

The sniffer skills came accidently - on a ride with her father, she smelled the foul scent of a fight, stumbling upon the recent scene of a murderous robbery. The few thieves that were there were disposed off immediately but Emer ended up throwing up. This didn’t help prove to her father that she was ready to fight alongside him and her brothers made sure to tease her on every occasion. Unlike most women, Emer was left at home more often than not to continue her studies although the young woman spent most of her time perfecting her arts of combat than her knowledge of etiquette.

Shortly after she turned sixteen, her father and brothers started to prepare to leave for the Blight lands to fight. As Emer tried to argue to accompany the men at least to the border of the Blight lands, her father sent her to stay with her uncle in Carhein. Angry, Emer left on bad terms with her family, not realizing it may have been the last time she saw all four of them healthy and in one piece. Castle Stoirm Dóiteáin was abandoned to the steward as the the MagAiodhs left their separate ways.

[Highland Sniper]

great Breggo
you might be able to meet Jin
my OC
in Carhian

[Dnafein]

Name: Kyr of the Jagged Spire Sept of the Taardad Aiel, the Mountain's Shadow, The wind that hunts
Society: Duadhe Mahdi'in (Water Seekers)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Home country: The Waste
Powers: Wolf Brother (Wind Hunter; A starlit night, the pack hunting. The wind carrying no scent, then blood as the wind gusts and the running stag falls.)

Spoiler: Description: 

Spoiler: face 

Kyr towers over most wetlanders, his frame solid but lithe. His musculature is well defined, as if from constant application. Kyr's skin is bronzed from time spent in the sun. Kyr shaves daily, maintaining a smooth faced appearance. His golden eyes are unnerving, like those of an animal; And as his gaze lingers they seem to blend the intelligence of man with the ferocity of beasts. His hair is the color of embers burning.

His Cadin'sor is a mix of greys, browns and greens to match his surroundings. The apparel is made of skins and hides dyed appropriately, rather than the typical weaved fabric. Kyr moves with all the grace of a hunting predator, his steps as silent as a shadow.

Spoiler: Cadin'sor 

Kyr carries his bow and spears across his back, his buckler hanging off his belt. A quiver of arrows hanging across the belt from his knife. The bow, buckler and spear shafts have been replaced. As have many of the arrows he carries.

Spoiler: Short Bio: 

Kyr lived the typical life of an Aiel. There was time for playing and time for learning. And Kyr learned well, taking in the lessons about surviving in the waste as if born to it. As he grew older he joined the Duadhe Mahdi'in; The society who were most adept at surviving away from the holds.

As Kyr grew older he began to get strange flashes at the edge of his consciousness. At first the youth kept it to himself, even as he began to perform his tasks better. One of his instructors made the comment that it was almost as if Kyr could smell the water. The young Aiel kept his secret as long as he could before he had to admit it.

The wise ones had no idea what Kyr was, however there were similarities to another condition they were familiar with, that also appeared around a youth's 16 birthday. They broke the news to Kyr, he could touch the male half of the source. The youth knew what he must do and began the long voyage north.

Kyr avoided populated areas, not wanting to put them at risk. As he did the voices became more clear, and the clearer they became the better Kyr understood them. And the Water Seeker discovered what he really was.

This revelation occurred near the Mountains of Mist. Kyr joined a pack running through the mountains, and made them his home. He kept mostly to himself the past 9 years, though he did occasionally intercede to aid those truly in need. Creating the legend of the Mountain's Shadow.

[Highland Sniper]

great
the big words on the first post is the link

[Breggo13]

I think I am done

[Highland Sniper]

Great