Alt of
Discover_Everon
me: Myre Vallisk
age: 22
sex: female
Race: wood elf
occupation: Dragon Rider.
Myre was chosen at a very young age, her dragon found her at the age of 6, both the wyrmling and the girl becoming inseparable ever since, growing together only made them stronger, and soon the elf found herself one of the highest ranking dragon riders between the provinces, doing her duty to protect and serve the people of Everon, as the peacekeepers they were, that was, until she was betrayed by her long time friend, Elsu Dente another elf and another dragon rider, banding together with slayers she found herself stabbed and bleeding to death in a human worship temple, stabbed by the blade of her own friend. In that moment of certain death, she realized that the era of the rider had vanished, a long lasting layer of peace gone.
After the fire settled, the priestess came in found her dying body upon the alter and brought her back to heal her, wrap her up in bandages, there she stayed for a long time as he awaited herself healed, as soon as she did she ventured out in search of her dragon fearing the worst, the land so different from the last time that she traveled under the concealment of a cloak she moved through the towns and cities, martial law rampant, and a "new queen" ruling the land. no doubt the one who ordered her death, hearing of wars and clashes on many fronts, most people in the cities wen about their business as if nothing had happened.
Her travels took many months, but soon she would have found what she was looking for, in the crevasse of a massive chasm that her and her mount found each other she would find her dragon Charity sitting upon a ledge. When the Dragon finally sensed the presence of another it would leap into the air, finding and pinning Myre to the ground, She coudl see in her dragons eyes sadness and sorrow, and something else, something... feral.
The dragon lashed out wrapping its jaws around her nimble elvish frame tossing her screaming body high into the air, her best friend, and mount was going to swallow her, landing against the soft mouth, with a flick of Charity's head her body slid down her throat, squeezing down into the foul smelling stomach, begging and pleading for her to come to her senses found herself within an inch of life, her clothes having melted away, burns rippling across her skin, when suddenly like a rekindled flame Charity remembered. in a panic she regurgitates her rider to find her unconscious, fighting frantically to save her life was relieved when she began coughing. the two re united at last.
Even though they were together again, it took some time for the acid burns to heal, and when they did, she, and her dragon would both resort to hiding away, keeping themselves safe from the hostile world that her home had become, only venturing out when food for Charity, or Myre was required. training for the day that the two of them could soar together without the worry of death.
Myre is able to use magic, Mana flowing through the bond between her, and her dragon, focused more elemental, balls of ice and flame begin two of her more relied upon attacks when on the back of her mount, engaging targets from the air, creating barriers of almost solid wind to defend against incoming attacks, but its not like these abilities could last for ever, and if somehow the connection between her and Charity is cut, her magic runs dry too.
When on the ground she prefers her twin staffs, etched in the high elvin council's sacred tome scriptures. If for some reason she is taken away from the magic protection of Charity, she is still very skilled in the use of these blades, and is more then capable of defending herself.
