Post by Daemon Waters on Dec 29, 2013 20:28:55 GMT -5
Name: Princess Arenya Targaryen
Status: King’s Sister
Age: 35 (45 A.L.)
Dragon: Tanis
Weapon: Long Sword
Character Skills:
-Expert: Dragon Handling
-Expert: Long Blades
-Noteworthy: Language (High Valyrian)
-Apprentice: Athletics
-Apprentice: History
-Novice: Law
-Novice: Story Telling
-Novice: Persuasion
-Beginner: Drinking
Appearance: An average 5’7” woman, Arenya has the long flowing golden blonde locks of her family line, but her lilac eyes always tell a different story. She has a few scars from war skirmishes in service to her brother, one that travels along her left cheekbone and very fine scar right down the center of her chest. She is old but not worn, her face still holds the unbridled youth and beauty of the Targaryen line.
Personality: Arenya was never the one for the pomp and circumstances of the court, that is why when she was old enough she joined her brother’s army at the behest of their father. She is an avid believer in the laws set by her King and will stop at no end to defend them. Her jovial spirit and love for story telling make her as wise as she is beautiful. Arenya also enjoys an occasional drink with her kin and close friends.
Background: Arenya was given her egg at the early age of three. Not knowing what to do with it since she was a toddler, it was more of her makeshift plaything (i.e. a pretty ball). She slept with it, eat with it and when it hatched, Tanis rolled out from the crackled mess onto her small open legs. Their bond has been rock solid ever since. The meer thought of wearing coursets, silken gowns and beaded dresses made her physically ill on most occasions. There were even times where she was punished just to get her dressed.
Over the years, Arenya spent more time in the pit with Tanis than most people. She never had the hunger for the pomp and circumstances of the court as her sister did. Their first moment of flight was an event of freedom for them both. As she grew older and talks of marriage swirled about them, Arenya decided to fight at her brother’s side instead. With the wars about them, times for betrothals and marriage proposals were (to her joy) put on a hiatis until things were set right. In her service Arenya received war wounds, that she wears to this day as badges of honor.
In the faith war of White Harbour, Arenya rode Tanis into battle to aid the Velaryon fleet in victory. She arrived slightly ahead of the fleet. It was a smart move, Tanis could lay waste to the ships as they exited the harbor and burn whatever land forces existed.
As they neared White Harbour, their defenses seemed to be ready for the airbeast with archers, trebuchets and catapults aimed for her. Tanis rolled to avoid the arrows and spears from the trebuchets and onslots of catapults. Her wings batting gusts of air, slowing a few of the arrows as Arenya pulled back on her birdle. When she was done hiding behind the wings of her dragon, Arenya drove Tanis into a close dive as she commanded Tanis in a thick Valyrian accent, she puffed her chest heavily and released what seemed to be an endless stream of dragonfire onto the floating ships in the water. She hovered over them, heaving so much fire upon them that when the Velaryon fleet arrived there was barely anything left. The screams and wailing from the ships could be heard for miles. As they burned, Arenya smirked and turned Tanis towards the stone buildings of the Port City.
Again Tanis began rolling and dodging the defenses of the Pier City until she reached close enough and Arenya commanded her again to burn them and burn them she did. Knights ran from the fire but there was no where safe for them to turn. Tanis covered every window, every arrow slit, every crease and corner in her flames. As the Harbour City stood burning, Arenya flew back to the fleet. She let Tanis hover beside the command ship of Lord Velaryon, as she smiled. “I believe our work here, is done.. don’t you?”
Dragon Name: Tanis
Byname: The Blue Devil
Gender: Female
Rider: Arenya Targaryen
Age: 32
Parentage: Born of the Dragon, Azuria
Appearance: In the height of the day you can see her shimmering layers of turquoise blue and seagreen scales. Her eyes are glowing yellow flames inside her immense head. She is sleek in design with her wide wingspan and fragmented horns a top. Tanis is a massive, beautiful creature even if she is battleworn.
Temperament: it would be rare that the temperament of the beast would match that of the rider, but Areyna and Tanis share that. She can be quiet and calm in most instances but ready to burn anyone or anything down that stands in her way.
History:
Status: King’s Sister
Age: 35 (45 A.L.)
Dragon: Tanis
Weapon: Long Sword
Character Skills:
-Expert: Dragon Handling
-Expert: Long Blades
-Noteworthy: Language (High Valyrian)
-Apprentice: Athletics
-Apprentice: History
-Novice: Law
-Novice: Story Telling
-Novice: Persuasion
-Beginner: Drinking
Appearance: An average 5’7” woman, Arenya has the long flowing golden blonde locks of her family line, but her lilac eyes always tell a different story. She has a few scars from war skirmishes in service to her brother, one that travels along her left cheekbone and very fine scar right down the center of her chest. She is old but not worn, her face still holds the unbridled youth and beauty of the Targaryen line.
Personality: Arenya was never the one for the pomp and circumstances of the court, that is why when she was old enough she joined her brother’s army at the behest of their father. She is an avid believer in the laws set by her King and will stop at no end to defend them. Her jovial spirit and love for story telling make her as wise as she is beautiful. Arenya also enjoys an occasional drink with her kin and close friends.
Background: Arenya was given her egg at the early age of three. Not knowing what to do with it since she was a toddler, it was more of her makeshift plaything (i.e. a pretty ball). She slept with it, eat with it and when it hatched, Tanis rolled out from the crackled mess onto her small open legs. Their bond has been rock solid ever since. The meer thought of wearing coursets, silken gowns and beaded dresses made her physically ill on most occasions. There were even times where she was punished just to get her dressed.
Over the years, Arenya spent more time in the pit with Tanis than most people. She never had the hunger for the pomp and circumstances of the court as her sister did. Their first moment of flight was an event of freedom for them both. As she grew older and talks of marriage swirled about them, Arenya decided to fight at her brother’s side instead. With the wars about them, times for betrothals and marriage proposals were (to her joy) put on a hiatis until things were set right. In her service Arenya received war wounds, that she wears to this day as badges of honor.
In the faith war of White Harbour, Arenya rode Tanis into battle to aid the Velaryon fleet in victory. She arrived slightly ahead of the fleet. It was a smart move, Tanis could lay waste to the ships as they exited the harbor and burn whatever land forces existed.
As they neared White Harbour, their defenses seemed to be ready for the airbeast with archers, trebuchets and catapults aimed for her. Tanis rolled to avoid the arrows and spears from the trebuchets and onslots of catapults. Her wings batting gusts of air, slowing a few of the arrows as Arenya pulled back on her birdle. When she was done hiding behind the wings of her dragon, Arenya drove Tanis into a close dive as she commanded Tanis in a thick Valyrian accent, she puffed her chest heavily and released what seemed to be an endless stream of dragonfire onto the floating ships in the water. She hovered over them, heaving so much fire upon them that when the Velaryon fleet arrived there was barely anything left. The screams and wailing from the ships could be heard for miles. As they burned, Arenya smirked and turned Tanis towards the stone buildings of the Port City.
Again Tanis began rolling and dodging the defenses of the Pier City until she reached close enough and Arenya commanded her again to burn them and burn them she did. Knights ran from the fire but there was no where safe for them to turn. Tanis covered every window, every arrow slit, every crease and corner in her flames. As the Harbour City stood burning, Arenya flew back to the fleet. She let Tanis hover beside the command ship of Lord Velaryon, as she smiled. “I believe our work here, is done.. don’t you?”
Dragon Name: Tanis
Byname: The Blue Devil
Gender: Female
Rider: Arenya Targaryen
Age: 32
Parentage: Born of the Dragon, Azuria
Appearance: In the height of the day you can see her shimmering layers of turquoise blue and seagreen scales. Her eyes are glowing yellow flames inside her immense head. She is sleek in design with her wide wingspan and fragmented horns a top. Tanis is a massive, beautiful creature even if she is battleworn.
Temperament: it would be rare that the temperament of the beast would match that of the rider, but Areyna and Tanis share that. She can be quiet and calm in most instances but ready to burn anyone or anything down that stands in her way.
History:
all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too