Post by Rodir (Auvray) Dragomire on Aug 5, 2012 15:52:42 GMT -7
You're like two sides...
PlayBy: Mathias Lauridsen
"My friend thinks he's smart. He says onions are the only food that makes you cry, so I threw a coconut at his face."
of the same coin.
PlayBy: Mathias Lauridsen
"My friend thinks he's smart. He says onions are the only food that makes you cry, so I threw a coconut at his face."
of the same coin.
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Then I'm happy being insane. Surely it's better than being miserable.
+My name for yours: Rodir (Auvray) Dragomire
+Be careful what you call me: Rodir
+Don't let the outer looks fool you: Dragomire (AKA: Dragon shifter but ages like a human)
+Who says age is only a number: 21
+Watch what you say: Male
+I'm no different than you: Homosexual
+Do I get cake for my birthday: May, 15, 1991
She is the darkness to your light, the hatred to your love.
+Orbs of color: Ice blue
+Have a brush?: dirty blonde || Short || tousled
+Growth spurt: 6'2"
+Does this make me look fat: 120lb
+Look in the mirror:
Being the prince (though not in the way many would think, will be explained later) his clothes are the finest in Valituer, he often dresses in red with gold designs. There are times were he is seen in whites and blacks, but they are rare. He mostly wears black pants and brown leather boots. He carriers a sword on his hip and when on a hunting trip he carries a white wood bow and arrows with the fallen feathers from the magical birds of Alter.
Trust is a two-edged sword.
+A childhood:
Rodir is more to the eye than one may truely know. Since a baby, Rodir has grown up in Valiture with the king and queen in Heaven's Gates. Abandoned on the streets of Heaven's Gates, Gloriana (the queen) came across the bundle of dirty cloth on one of her morning rides. Where he came from or who he was, they didn't know, but they took in the starving child. Unknown to them at the time, Rodir was the heir to the throne of High King. He was a Dragomire, and since remaining members of the family where either spread out on the islands or they lived in the Scorched lands, it was pretty obvious when they found out the first time they went to dress the boy, the red markings against hi pale skin shinned like a jewel under the sun... in a metaphorical sense.
As he grew up, his childhood was pretty plain. He trained, studied in the ways of kingship and did all those other princely things. He had no friends, many people just thought of him as the prince and either thought he was too stuck up to even bother with, or he was to high above them to dare speak to. At least they don't know he's a Dragomire. Rodir doesn't even know, his parents never told him, and he never shifted into his dragon side to find out on his own.
+How I act around others:
Rodir is fairly quite and shy around just about anyone and dislikes to raise his weapon, prefering to talk out of the situation instead of fight. He has no problem when it comes to going on hunts with his father though. He has a few secrets though, one of them is that he has a soft spot for the poor district of Heaven's Gates. Late at night he often sneaks out to hand out left-overs from the kitchen, a secret the cheifs there have swore to keep, or he'll go hunting and bring back the animal for them to seperate and cook.
+What I do with my life: Prince of Heaven's Gates (unknown to him but also the heir to the High King)
+I do enjoy things:
+ animals
+ he finds nature fasinating
+ Spending his days in the training feild practicing
+ the poor people in the city, he finds them very kind
+ the castle he lives in
+I also hate some things:
+ royal and rich people who are stuck-up and snobby and treat others like crap
+ battles
+ thunder storms
+ seeing pain and suffering
+ going out into the open ocean, he's well aware of the beasts that make the deep water their homes
+Oh, I almost forgot:
+ Rodir has a horse that he's been with since it was a foal named Gypsy. Gypsy is a female buckskin with a champion attitude.