Post by Riku on Dec 19, 2009 16:08:22 GMT -5
Name: -
Zeba
Age: -
45
Gender: -
Female.
Skills:
Fire Magic:
As a phoenix, Zeba can control all forms of fire. She has almost perfected the art and for some unknown reason, she can use magic that deals with fire and heat. She can manipulate it so that it can become a shield or a powerful offence.
Fire Form:
When she feels threatened, Zeba can go from a large rusty-red colour bird to a raging inferno of fire. In this firm, not many attacks affect her, but water, snow, and extreme cold really harm her when in this form. She, in this form can absorb energy from the Sun and most other forms of fire. Fire and heat magic do not affect her at all in this form. She is also vulnerable to blades and such, but only if they hit her vital organs, but they, in her fire form are almost invisible.
Sun Burst:
Zeba hatched in the middle of an odd occurrence in the land. Great flaming rocks were falling from the sky, as well as monstrous walls of flames. She as a hatchling accidentally fell into one of these walls of fire, but instead of becoming burned, it gave her great power. She can now summon these walls of fire, but only when she is in great trouble. She has only once been able to summon these walls, and it was when she was attacked by Galbatorix himself, she barely survived.
Sun Rejuvenation:
Zeba can, if she flies high enough absorb energy from the Sun. She can do this only in her fire form and the energy it gives her is great, but it is not a very sustaining energy. She has to frequently regain her energy by flying as close as she can to the Sun.
Race: -
Phoenix
Hair: -
None, feathers are brown and rusty-red colour.
Eyes: -
Orange.
Home Village: -
Small nest high in the Beor Mountains.
Parents: -
Unknown.
Siblings: -
Unknown.
Character Personality:
Zeba is a very headstrong and curious phoenix. She loves to fly about “her” mountains and meet new creatures and people. She has a special affinity for gryphons, mainly because they are as close to her kind as she has found. She has a special dislike for both Galbatorix and the humans who serve him. She likes dragons, though she has somewhat a hard time learning to trust some of them after her attempted capture by Shruikan and his evil rider; Galbatorix. She likes to fly as high and fast as possible, though she is not nearly as fast as most dragons and gryphons, she is still a very fast flyer. She hates to walk because she is very slow and ungainly on the ground. She rarely drinks any water. She is terribly frightened of it and only drinks when she has no other choice. She puts up a brave front, but really is very frightened of most of the creatures in the land of Alagaesia. She likes to hunt felduonost, because of her love of their flesh. She likes to survey her territory. She liked being the all-powerful being in her territory.
Character History:
Zeba hatched on a small island off the east coast of the land of Alagaesia. She hatched in the middle of extremely odd weather. There were great flaming rocks falling from the sky as well as pillars of fire. It was like the entire world was burning. But, Zeba was much too busy trying to get free of her fire-hardened egg to notice any of this. When she finally struggled free of her egg, she fell some three feet from the nest she was in and tumbled down a hill. When she finally got to her feet, she was immediately engulfed in super-heated flames that could come from nothing but the Sun itself. It, instead of burning her, made her feel perfectly alive. She began to squawk happily and experimentally flap her wings. It took her a lot of time, but she finally got to the air. She struggled, but after a few hours she got back into her nest. Once there she set about eating anything she saw. To her surprise there was plenty of food stored in a small hole that was covered in the melted fragments of different stones. She swiftly began to beck at it and finally broke through and began to gorge herself on the small rodents and birds inside.
After she had finally finished, Zeba began to search around her small home and look around for some more food. She searched the small island and found that she was the only living creature there, everything else had been either burned or crushed, there were no trees, no grass, no nothing. She so dearly wanted a friend, or even her family but sadly no one answered her sad screeches. She dejectedly returned to the small nest and fell into a fitful sleep.
Zeba dreamed a very odd dream. She was walking through what had to be her memories, but she had never seen or heard of any of the beings in her dream. There were two huge phoenixes that had at least a thirty-foot wingspan. They met over an odd mountain that spat fire and rocks out. They called to each other and met. They flew very close for a time, and then parted. One flew low to the ground and something that was red-hot and partially on fire appeared behind her, then fell to the ground. Then the phoenix flew up into the air again. It was a female and she and the other, a male; both dove into the mountain. Immediately after, there was a huge screech and the mountain began to rumble, liquid hot magma began to spew forth out of the mountain, as well as ash and huge burning rocks. It was just like it was the night she had hatched, and then it dawned upon her. Those were her parents, the thing that fell was her egg, and her parents must be in the mountain! She quickly woke up and began to prepare for the flight to the fire mountain, though she had no idea as to the direction, or the distance from the mountain she was. She experimentally flapped her wings, then took to the air she had not realized just how hard it was to fly, until she was over the water that surrounded her small home. She flew as hard and as fast as her small wings could carry her. She watched as the waves beneath her crashed and rolled, and she began to feel something new, it was as if she was cold. She began to screech oddly in an attempt to stop the feeling that came over her. She began to fly higher and higher, until she was well above the clouds. She continued to gain altitude, until she felt she had gone as far as possible. She levelled out and felt much better. She continued to fly and as she did, the warmth inside her, as well as her energy continued to grow. She felt so warm, so comfortable; she hardly noticed that her wings had gone from feathers, muscle, and bone; to nothing but a flame. She continued to fly, her energy continuing to build that is until she flew too low and she drifted beneath the clouds. She felt the drain immediately; her energy almost completely disappeared. But she continued to fly, intent upon her mission. That was when she fell into the water.
It seemed that a great gust of wind came out of nowhere and knocked the small firebird into the water. Zeba was helpless, she could not swim and her fire had gone out. She squawked helplessly as the currents pulled her around at their will.
Zeba woke up. She was on the beach of some land and the waves were lapping up to her neck. She was very, very weak, but somehow she forced herself to get out of the water. She crawled up the beach, until she felt firmer, drier sand and collapsed. She felt the warmth of the Sun on her back and was thankful for that, but she knew that she was in a very bad situation. She was on an unknown land a small phoenix, weak and inexperienced. She had to get away from the water, if she was attacked by something and she fell into the water, she would get killed. Zeba then fell from consciousness.
When she finally came back to her senses, Zeba noticed that the Sun was out and there was not a cloud in the sky. She was feeling much better, but she was still in no shape to travel very far. She looked around and sighted a nearby tree. It was not huge, but it was more than big enough to help her get started. So, Zeba began the arduous journey to and up the tree. She looked from one of the tree’s highest branches. It was a beautiful sight. The ocean was an orange color and the Sun was beginning to set in the distance. Zeba knew she had no time to waste, so she leapt from the branch and began winging her way North away from the ocean.
It was some years later; Zeba had grown up. She was in her prime. She was flying low over the Hadarac Desert, looking for something, anything to eat. She had not had a meal in three weeks and was in great need of some food. She had been hunting all morning, but she finally had seen something. In the distance, she could smell a fire. She was in her normal form so she could not draw any unwanted attention to herself. She flew as fast as she could and hovered over the fire. There was a man with a black sword and a large battle-scarred dragon. They were standing over a brown dragon. It was changing its shape over and over and was fighting the other two. Zeba decided to stop the fighting. She changed into her fire form and let out a huge screech. She landed in the middle of the fighting and said; Stop this! Look at you, acting like children! She did not have any time to say anything else; the black dragon opened his maw and blasted her with fire, hotter than any she had felt before. But instead of fleeing, Zeba stood her ground. She manipulated the fire and turned it back in the face of the dragon. She screeched loudly and attacked the dragon. She slashed him badly with her claws and her hooked beak. She continued to attack, until the man behind her blasted her with some water magic. Zeba turned upon the man, her back sizzling from the heat meeting the water. She was so angry, that she intensified the flames that covered her body so that she was shining as brightly as the Sun itself. She was so hot, that the sand the laded upon turned into glass instantly. She tried to attack the man, but something was holding her back. Magic! She cursed to herself. She screeched again and wheeled into the air and hovered some fifty feet above their heads. She said, Come and attack me you cowards, or are you scared? She flew further into the air when the man leap upon the dragon and they flew after her. She knew that she didn’t have the speed to out-fly the dragon, but maybe she had the agility. She came around and dove at the dragon. She slashed the thin membrane on the dragon’s wing, and then blasted the pair with a huge flame. What she didn’t see was the human’s hands. The man, Galbatorix had been watching and waiting, now was the time to act. He blasted the phoenix with a combination of ice and water magic and watched as it fell helplessly to the ground. He put the eldunari he was using and waited for Shruikan to land. “You really didn’t think you could win did you?” Asked the man as he walked over to Zeba. She struggled weakly to get away, but to no avail. The man began to throw her about with super-human strength. Zeba continued to try to stop him, but was sadly un-able. The man finally threw her down and began to cast a spell, one that would make her his slave, when Zeba screeched, a screech she had never used before. Immediately, fire fell form the sky. It covered Zeba in an in-penetrable barrier between her and her would be captors, then Zeba lost consciousness.
When she woke, there was nothing else around her. She got to her feet and flew. She flew fast and hard in an easterly direction. In three days time, she reached the Beor Mountains. When she got there, she observed the lay of the land and found that there was a dragon that lived in the area, Zelyts and that there was a naurogarm king, Tialgo and a lycan king, Joseph. She flew to the centre of the kingdom and made her home on a mountain in the center of the kingdom of the two kings. She lived on the top of the mountain that the dragon, Zelyts lived on.
Weapons:
Her fire, claws, and beak.
Likes: -
The Sun, fire, heat, deserts, flying, mountains, dragons, gryphons, and leaves.
Dislikes: -
Water, dampness, cold, cloudy days, nights, snow, and ice.
Animal Companions: -
None.
Character's Physical Description:
Normal Form:
Zeba is a decently large phoenix. She has a wingspan of twelve feet and is seven feet long from the tip of her beak to the end of her tail-feathers. She is a rusty-red colour with brown flecks. She has beautiful orange eyes. She has talons on her feet that are about three inches long and that are razor sharp. Her beak is four inches long and comes to a rounded point, much like that of a hawk.
Fire Form:
Zeba is covered in a dark orange fire, and none of her feathers can be seen. Her entire body is in flames except her claws and beak. She has the same wingspan and size as when she is in her normal form. She is covered in a fire that is close to the temperature of an asteroid as it is falling to the ground.
Dreams for the Future: -
To learn more about her origin and to help defeat the evil king and his dragon.
Reason for Dreams: -
She hates the way the evil king goes about killing anyone who stands in his path.
Alignment/side: -
Good
Zeba
Age: -
45
Gender: -
Female.
Skills:
Fire Magic:
As a phoenix, Zeba can control all forms of fire. She has almost perfected the art and for some unknown reason, she can use magic that deals with fire and heat. She can manipulate it so that it can become a shield or a powerful offence.
Fire Form:
When she feels threatened, Zeba can go from a large rusty-red colour bird to a raging inferno of fire. In this firm, not many attacks affect her, but water, snow, and extreme cold really harm her when in this form. She, in this form can absorb energy from the Sun and most other forms of fire. Fire and heat magic do not affect her at all in this form. She is also vulnerable to blades and such, but only if they hit her vital organs, but they, in her fire form are almost invisible.
Sun Burst:
Zeba hatched in the middle of an odd occurrence in the land. Great flaming rocks were falling from the sky, as well as monstrous walls of flames. She as a hatchling accidentally fell into one of these walls of fire, but instead of becoming burned, it gave her great power. She can now summon these walls of fire, but only when she is in great trouble. She has only once been able to summon these walls, and it was when she was attacked by Galbatorix himself, she barely survived.
Sun Rejuvenation:
Zeba can, if she flies high enough absorb energy from the Sun. She can do this only in her fire form and the energy it gives her is great, but it is not a very sustaining energy. She has to frequently regain her energy by flying as close as she can to the Sun.
Race: -
Phoenix
Hair: -
None, feathers are brown and rusty-red colour.
Eyes: -
Orange.
Home Village: -
Small nest high in the Beor Mountains.
Parents: -
Unknown.
Siblings: -
Unknown.
Character Personality:
Zeba is a very headstrong and curious phoenix. She loves to fly about “her” mountains and meet new creatures and people. She has a special affinity for gryphons, mainly because they are as close to her kind as she has found. She has a special dislike for both Galbatorix and the humans who serve him. She likes dragons, though she has somewhat a hard time learning to trust some of them after her attempted capture by Shruikan and his evil rider; Galbatorix. She likes to fly as high and fast as possible, though she is not nearly as fast as most dragons and gryphons, she is still a very fast flyer. She hates to walk because she is very slow and ungainly on the ground. She rarely drinks any water. She is terribly frightened of it and only drinks when she has no other choice. She puts up a brave front, but really is very frightened of most of the creatures in the land of Alagaesia. She likes to hunt felduonost, because of her love of their flesh. She likes to survey her territory. She liked being the all-powerful being in her territory.
Character History:
Zeba hatched on a small island off the east coast of the land of Alagaesia. She hatched in the middle of extremely odd weather. There were great flaming rocks falling from the sky as well as pillars of fire. It was like the entire world was burning. But, Zeba was much too busy trying to get free of her fire-hardened egg to notice any of this. When she finally struggled free of her egg, she fell some three feet from the nest she was in and tumbled down a hill. When she finally got to her feet, she was immediately engulfed in super-heated flames that could come from nothing but the Sun itself. It, instead of burning her, made her feel perfectly alive. She began to squawk happily and experimentally flap her wings. It took her a lot of time, but she finally got to the air. She struggled, but after a few hours she got back into her nest. Once there she set about eating anything she saw. To her surprise there was plenty of food stored in a small hole that was covered in the melted fragments of different stones. She swiftly began to beck at it and finally broke through and began to gorge herself on the small rodents and birds inside.
After she had finally finished, Zeba began to search around her small home and look around for some more food. She searched the small island and found that she was the only living creature there, everything else had been either burned or crushed, there were no trees, no grass, no nothing. She so dearly wanted a friend, or even her family but sadly no one answered her sad screeches. She dejectedly returned to the small nest and fell into a fitful sleep.
Zeba dreamed a very odd dream. She was walking through what had to be her memories, but she had never seen or heard of any of the beings in her dream. There were two huge phoenixes that had at least a thirty-foot wingspan. They met over an odd mountain that spat fire and rocks out. They called to each other and met. They flew very close for a time, and then parted. One flew low to the ground and something that was red-hot and partially on fire appeared behind her, then fell to the ground. Then the phoenix flew up into the air again. It was a female and she and the other, a male; both dove into the mountain. Immediately after, there was a huge screech and the mountain began to rumble, liquid hot magma began to spew forth out of the mountain, as well as ash and huge burning rocks. It was just like it was the night she had hatched, and then it dawned upon her. Those were her parents, the thing that fell was her egg, and her parents must be in the mountain! She quickly woke up and began to prepare for the flight to the fire mountain, though she had no idea as to the direction, or the distance from the mountain she was. She experimentally flapped her wings, then took to the air she had not realized just how hard it was to fly, until she was over the water that surrounded her small home. She flew as hard and as fast as her small wings could carry her. She watched as the waves beneath her crashed and rolled, and she began to feel something new, it was as if she was cold. She began to screech oddly in an attempt to stop the feeling that came over her. She began to fly higher and higher, until she was well above the clouds. She continued to gain altitude, until she felt she had gone as far as possible. She levelled out and felt much better. She continued to fly and as she did, the warmth inside her, as well as her energy continued to grow. She felt so warm, so comfortable; she hardly noticed that her wings had gone from feathers, muscle, and bone; to nothing but a flame. She continued to fly, her energy continuing to build that is until she flew too low and she drifted beneath the clouds. She felt the drain immediately; her energy almost completely disappeared. But she continued to fly, intent upon her mission. That was when she fell into the water.
It seemed that a great gust of wind came out of nowhere and knocked the small firebird into the water. Zeba was helpless, she could not swim and her fire had gone out. She squawked helplessly as the currents pulled her around at their will.
Zeba woke up. She was on the beach of some land and the waves were lapping up to her neck. She was very, very weak, but somehow she forced herself to get out of the water. She crawled up the beach, until she felt firmer, drier sand and collapsed. She felt the warmth of the Sun on her back and was thankful for that, but she knew that she was in a very bad situation. She was on an unknown land a small phoenix, weak and inexperienced. She had to get away from the water, if she was attacked by something and she fell into the water, she would get killed. Zeba then fell from consciousness.
When she finally came back to her senses, Zeba noticed that the Sun was out and there was not a cloud in the sky. She was feeling much better, but she was still in no shape to travel very far. She looked around and sighted a nearby tree. It was not huge, but it was more than big enough to help her get started. So, Zeba began the arduous journey to and up the tree. She looked from one of the tree’s highest branches. It was a beautiful sight. The ocean was an orange color and the Sun was beginning to set in the distance. Zeba knew she had no time to waste, so she leapt from the branch and began winging her way North away from the ocean.
It was some years later; Zeba had grown up. She was in her prime. She was flying low over the Hadarac Desert, looking for something, anything to eat. She had not had a meal in three weeks and was in great need of some food. She had been hunting all morning, but she finally had seen something. In the distance, she could smell a fire. She was in her normal form so she could not draw any unwanted attention to herself. She flew as fast as she could and hovered over the fire. There was a man with a black sword and a large battle-scarred dragon. They were standing over a brown dragon. It was changing its shape over and over and was fighting the other two. Zeba decided to stop the fighting. She changed into her fire form and let out a huge screech. She landed in the middle of the fighting and said; Stop this! Look at you, acting like children! She did not have any time to say anything else; the black dragon opened his maw and blasted her with fire, hotter than any she had felt before. But instead of fleeing, Zeba stood her ground. She manipulated the fire and turned it back in the face of the dragon. She screeched loudly and attacked the dragon. She slashed him badly with her claws and her hooked beak. She continued to attack, until the man behind her blasted her with some water magic. Zeba turned upon the man, her back sizzling from the heat meeting the water. She was so angry, that she intensified the flames that covered her body so that she was shining as brightly as the Sun itself. She was so hot, that the sand the laded upon turned into glass instantly. She tried to attack the man, but something was holding her back. Magic! She cursed to herself. She screeched again and wheeled into the air and hovered some fifty feet above their heads. She said, Come and attack me you cowards, or are you scared? She flew further into the air when the man leap upon the dragon and they flew after her. She knew that she didn’t have the speed to out-fly the dragon, but maybe she had the agility. She came around and dove at the dragon. She slashed the thin membrane on the dragon’s wing, and then blasted the pair with a huge flame. What she didn’t see was the human’s hands. The man, Galbatorix had been watching and waiting, now was the time to act. He blasted the phoenix with a combination of ice and water magic and watched as it fell helplessly to the ground. He put the eldunari he was using and waited for Shruikan to land. “You really didn’t think you could win did you?” Asked the man as he walked over to Zeba. She struggled weakly to get away, but to no avail. The man began to throw her about with super-human strength. Zeba continued to try to stop him, but was sadly un-able. The man finally threw her down and began to cast a spell, one that would make her his slave, when Zeba screeched, a screech she had never used before. Immediately, fire fell form the sky. It covered Zeba in an in-penetrable barrier between her and her would be captors, then Zeba lost consciousness.
When she woke, there was nothing else around her. She got to her feet and flew. She flew fast and hard in an easterly direction. In three days time, she reached the Beor Mountains. When she got there, she observed the lay of the land and found that there was a dragon that lived in the area, Zelyts and that there was a naurogarm king, Tialgo and a lycan king, Joseph. She flew to the centre of the kingdom and made her home on a mountain in the center of the kingdom of the two kings. She lived on the top of the mountain that the dragon, Zelyts lived on.
Weapons:
Her fire, claws, and beak.
Likes: -
The Sun, fire, heat, deserts, flying, mountains, dragons, gryphons, and leaves.
Dislikes: -
Water, dampness, cold, cloudy days, nights, snow, and ice.
Animal Companions: -
None.
Character's Physical Description:
Normal Form:
Zeba is a decently large phoenix. She has a wingspan of twelve feet and is seven feet long from the tip of her beak to the end of her tail-feathers. She is a rusty-red colour with brown flecks. She has beautiful orange eyes. She has talons on her feet that are about three inches long and that are razor sharp. Her beak is four inches long and comes to a rounded point, much like that of a hawk.
Fire Form:
Zeba is covered in a dark orange fire, and none of her feathers can be seen. Her entire body is in flames except her claws and beak. She has the same wingspan and size as when she is in her normal form. She is covered in a fire that is close to the temperature of an asteroid as it is falling to the ground.
Dreams for the Future: -
To learn more about her origin and to help defeat the evil king and his dragon.
Reason for Dreams: -
She hates the way the evil king goes about killing anyone who stands in his path.
Alignment/side: -
Good