Post by Murtagh Morzansson on Nov 5, 2008 17:18:36 GMT -5
-slaps forehead- Sorry, this goes here, right? My bad... 
Name: Murtagh Morzansson
Race: Human Dragon Rider
Allegiance: The Empire and Galbatorix, but mostly to himself.
Birthplace: Morzan's castle.
Age: 19? I believe... While never actually adressed, Murtagh left Uru'baen on his 18th birthday, so he is now 19 or 20.
Gender: Male.
Weight: 175 lbs
Height: 6'0"
Language(s): Human(common), the ancient language, Urgal, and some dwarvish from his lessons.
Magic User: Yes, and an incredibly powerful one at that. Galbatorix's training has put him on par with almost any magic user in the world, both in vocabulary and in power. Murtagh's mental strength, guided by his almost-fanatical single-mindedness, is incredible- and only multiplied by the several Eldunari he possesses.
Strengths:
-Huge stores of energy. Murtagh, after his second fight with Eragon, has recieved even more Eldunari from Galbatorix, and his energy stores from the gems are greater than those of a dozen powerful elf mages. Eragon, who also has a lot of energy, and thirteen master magic users, including Arya, were about evenly matched with Murtagh in their fight.
-Excellent mental protection and projection. The power of Murtagh's mind is greater even than that of Oromis.
-An unmatched ability with the blade. Only Eragon, Arya, and other elven blademasters at a similar level are on par with Murtagh. Although Murtagh lacks those three's phyiscal prowess, his technical skill is masterful.
-Thorn, a powerful red dragon whose abilities are increased due to Galbatorix's magic.
Weaknesses:
-Although incredibly fit and very strong, Murtagh lacks an elf's speed or agility. He must be careful when confronting an elven weapon master, and rely on his magic and Thorn.
-Murtagh will run from a fight if there is enough of a threat. He is no coward, but will not needlessly risk his life.
-Murtagh is very callous where his safety is concerned. He will go to any lengths to save himself, including killing innocents. In his mind, nothing is more important than himself or Thorn.
Clothing:
Depends on the situation. Casually, Murtagh wears a simple leather jerkin over a long-sleeved thick cotton shirt, and leather or thick cotton pants for travel and other uses. On occasion he wears fine velvets and the like for appearances at Galbatorix's court in Uru'baen.
In combat, Murtagh wears a leather shirt, chainmail overshirt, and occasionally a breastplate over both of those. He wears greaves and chain or plate backed gloves, and a visored helm over a leather coif. This allows him excellent protection(especially with wards) while allowing him the maneuverability he requires as a swordsman.
Weapon(s):
Murtagh wields Zar'roc, or Misery- the Rider's blade of Morzan, his father. A crimson sword, excellently balanced, that never breaks or dulls. The thick ruby set in the blade's pommel is a reservoir of vast stores of magical energy, saved from the energy of dragon's hearts.
Murtagh also uses a large yew bow, and carries a quiver of arrows into battle when necessary. He needs no other weapons.
Description:
An imposingly tall, thin man, Murtagh is the spitting image of his father. Dark of complexion and with pitch-dark hair, he is six foot even and covered in corded muscle that bespeaks of his fighting prowess. His eyes are dark and burn with the fires of torment he feels as Galbatorix's unwilling slave.
Murtagh is a bit of a contradictory person. He is, at times, prone to impulsive actions and fits of anger, but when necessary is a calculating hunter and tracker. On the field of battle he is a remorseless fighter, and will not hesitate to kill an enemy when he is already down or surrendered in order to ensure his own safety. However, he is, or was, a basically good person. Murtagh takes no pleasure in the slaughter of innocents, and he does not subscribe to Galbatorix's crazed worldview. Murtagh would much rather lead a solitary life, not entangled in the war between the Varden and the Empire in any way shape or form.
Murtagh's single overriding principle, the one thing he holds above everything else, is his own personal safety and that of his dragon, Thorn. It is the reason he refused to allow himself to be killed by Eragon during their first fight, although thousands of lives would undoubtedly have been saved. It is why he, however grudgingly, carries out Galbatorix's twisted orders, and why he refuses to fight against the bonds the king placed on him without knowing for sure that he would be succesful. For all his good points, Murtagh's fatal flaw is self-preservation. Everything, including morals, falls to the wayside in his fight for survival.
History:
Born to Selena and Morzan, not much is known about his early years. He was mostly in the care of nursemaids and Tornac, his weapons instructor. Murtagh experienced an unpleasant (to say the least) childhood. The long scar on his back bears testament to this; at the age of three, Murtagh received the wound when Morzan threw his sword, Zar'roc, at him in a drunken rampage. Even after his father died at the hands of Brom, Murtagh continued to avoid the courts as much as was possible while living in King Galbatorix's castle. His mother, Selena, disappeared early in his life, to give birth to Eragon in Carvahall. She was never seen again.
In Galbatorix's palace, Murtagh was offered friendship by the king at a private dinner, and accepted. He soon realized his folly, as the madman soon asked him to eradicate a small village for harboring rebels to the cause. With his teacher Tornac, Murtagh fled Uru'baen.
He became a refugee. His mission in life was survival for a while, until rumors of a Dragon Rider began to surface. Hearing them, Murtagh tailed the Ra'zac, hoping the beasts would lead him directly to the new Rider. His search was a success, and he met up with Eragon as the monsters captured the other teen.
After rescuing him, Murtagh and Eragon became fast friends. Through a long series of events, he and Eragon managed to rescue Arya, an elf woman, from captivity in the city of Gil'ead- fighting off soldiers and a Shade along the way. Reluctantly, Murtagh accompanied Eragon to return Arya to the Varden to heal her of her grievous wounds.
They reached the Varden, pursued by a band of deadly Kull. Faced with entering the Varden's home or confronting the Kull on his own, Murtagh chose the former. He refused, however, to allow the Twins to probe his mind, and, after being recognized as the son of Morzan by Ajihad, he was imprisoned within Tronjheim.
Later, he was given the chance to prove himself an enemy of the Empire by fighting alongside the Varden during the Battle under Farthen Dur. He proved himself sufficiently, in Ajihad's eyes, and personally accompanied the Varden leader as the last of the Urgals were rooted out and destroyed. On this journey, they were ambushed by a group of Urgals under command of the Twins, and Murtagh was taken back to the Empire.
Once there, the red dragon egg hatched for him. The new dragon, Thorn, and Murtagh were immediately forced to swear allegiance to Galbatorix, and the crazed king began to train them as his ultimate weapon against the Varden. During this time, Murtagh recieved several of Galbatorix's Eldunari, making him unnaturally powerful.
He was dispatched to capture Eragon during the battle of the Burning Plains. After killing Hrothgar, they fought.
Although he was victorious, Murtagh allowed Eragon to remain, but not before taking Zar'roc as his rightful inheritance from his father, and revealing that he and Eragon were brothers. He was since proven wrong- Eragon and Murtagh are only half brothers, as Selena is their shared mother.
Soon after, Eragon and Murtagh fought again. With the power of a dozen elves behind him, Eragon held Murtagh off this time. During the confrontation, Eragon reasoned that Murtagh and Thorn could escape Galbatorix if they changed their true names, an idea that Murtagh said was intriguing and that he might try after careful study. He then escaped without injury.
Weeks after this, Murtagh fought Oromis at Gil'ead, where the older Rider held him off using massive energies stored in his sword. After several minutes, Galbatorix invaded Murtagh's mind and fought through him, easily turning the tables. Through Murtagh, Galbatorix slew Oromis and Glaedr both, ending the life of the last remaining rider of the old order.
After the battle, Murtagh returned to Uru'baen, where he remains until a new situation of sufficient import necessitates his presence.
RP Sample:
Slamming the door behind him, Murtagh stomped through the eyrie with a decided lack of finesse. Thorn, sleeping on a massive bed in one corner of the castle tower, cracked one scaly lid in concern.
Troubles? The gentle mind probe tickled Murtagh's consciousness, but the young man chose instead to vocalize his thoughts. He needed the venting that only shouting could provide. "You know d**n well what it is!" He was almost slamming his boots into the floor now, rather than simply walking. Hurling himself over to Thorn, he leapt onto the recumbent dragon's shoulders and into the hollow at the base of the neck.
The king had another episode, then?
Sighing, Murtagh gripped Thorn's neck in a vicelike hug, although the dragon couldnt feel it through thick scales. This was a rare moment of weakness, where the young Rider lowered the walls around himself- but only for Thorn. "Yes, he did. The newest batch of painless soldiers were cut down south of Gil'ead before they could even reach the elves. Magic took them all- that's over one thousand troops."
The mighty red's head shifted a bit at that. The elf-mages were powerful, but to destroy one thousand soldiers completely without first a pitched battle to eliminate their wards or supporting magicians was impressive. Either they had severely underestimated the opposition, or the elves had gained a powerful weapon. And the king's reaction?
Mindlessly scratching the spot above Thorn's first neck spike, his favorite and most itchy point, Murtagh gazed into space as he thought. "He believes that the elves have gained something. Either Eldunari or another potent weapon. They were not capable of this a week ago, for sure." He did not mention what Thorn could clearly see in his mind- that, before this conclusion Galbatorix had first killed the messengers and gone on a miniature rampage in one of his rare fits of anger.
Thorn hummed deep in his chest in agreement. So we will be investigating?
"As soon as the king gathers the necessary forces. We'll be accompanied by another group of soldiers, and the Black Hand."
The hum became more of a growl as a ripple traveled down Thorn's back, a shiver that caused Murtagh to vibrate unpleasantly in his perch. Keeping an eye on us?
"That's what I presume." Murtagh hopped down, using the thick hay to cushion his drop. He walked around Thorn's body to the other side, where a large chest contained all his belongings. As he began hauling out his own armor and Thorn's saddle, he mentioned, "We'll leave in about half an hour. It's a five day trip for the men, but coming back we will be alone."
Although unhappy that he and Murtagh would not be alone, that they were once again to be babysat to ensure their mission was accomplished, and that he and Murtagh would be unable to fly much of the trip, a shiver of anticipation still followed the shiver of annoyance. The mere thought of possible combat sent Thorn's blood to a boil, and he bunched his mighty leg muscles and lifted himself from his bed with a shower of hay.
To battle, then.
Murtagh smiled at his best friend, the one who shared his heart in ways none other ever could. Truly, Thorn was magnificent- red scales caught the morning sun and sent patterns of light dancing across the tower. He nodded.
"To battle."
Anything Extra: Nothing, besides that I cant wait to role play him! I hope the history's enough... I'm not pleased with the sample, but it was free-form so it's rather hard. Hope it's ok.
Name: Thorn
Allegiance: Murtagh, and by extension, the Empire.
Birthplace: Galbatorix's castle in Uru'baen.
Age: Around a year and a half.
Gender: Male.
Scale Color: Deep crimson over most of the body, with lighter read around the throat and underbelly.
Description:
A thickset red dragon male, Thorn is a beautiful and terrifying sight. His legs and shoulders are thicker than Saphira's, although he is a little smaller overall. His growth has been accelerated by Galbatorix, and so is nearly the size of a full-grown dragon.
History:
Born to Murtagh when the eggs were presented to him, Thorn's life has been confusing and often horrible. Galbatorix immediately began artificially making Thorn larger and stronger, forcing him through a difficult training regimen. It took a while, and a lot of pain, to become accustomed to a larger body so quickly, but Thorn was forced to adapt.
Once he was large enough, and his training complete, Thorn and Murtagh were sent forth as Galbatorix's emissaries among his army. It is their mission to capture Eragon, and also to kill Arya and her dragon. Her beast is not necessary for Galbatorix's plans.
Thorn's only bright point in life is Murtagh. The two share as deep a bond as any dragon and Rider, and this bond is untainted by Galbatorix as of yet. The two of them held on to each other for strength through all the torture, all the emotional pain, and all the grappling with their new lives under Galbatorix. They would do anything for each other.
RP Sample: I kinda put Thorn in the sample above, in the format I'll probably use when I actually role play the pair. I hope that was ok, a second sample with only Thorn would be kinda redundant and not indicative of how I'd use him.
Anything Extra:
Name: Murtagh Morzansson
Race: Human Dragon Rider
Allegiance: The Empire and Galbatorix, but mostly to himself.
Birthplace: Morzan's castle.
Age: 19? I believe... While never actually adressed, Murtagh left Uru'baen on his 18th birthday, so he is now 19 or 20.
Gender: Male.
Weight: 175 lbs
Height: 6'0"
Language(s): Human(common), the ancient language, Urgal, and some dwarvish from his lessons.
Magic User: Yes, and an incredibly powerful one at that. Galbatorix's training has put him on par with almost any magic user in the world, both in vocabulary and in power. Murtagh's mental strength, guided by his almost-fanatical single-mindedness, is incredible- and only multiplied by the several Eldunari he possesses.
Strengths:
-Huge stores of energy. Murtagh, after his second fight with Eragon, has recieved even more Eldunari from Galbatorix, and his energy stores from the gems are greater than those of a dozen powerful elf mages. Eragon, who also has a lot of energy, and thirteen master magic users, including Arya, were about evenly matched with Murtagh in their fight.
-Excellent mental protection and projection. The power of Murtagh's mind is greater even than that of Oromis.
-An unmatched ability with the blade. Only Eragon, Arya, and other elven blademasters at a similar level are on par with Murtagh. Although Murtagh lacks those three's phyiscal prowess, his technical skill is masterful.
-Thorn, a powerful red dragon whose abilities are increased due to Galbatorix's magic.
Weaknesses:
-Although incredibly fit and very strong, Murtagh lacks an elf's speed or agility. He must be careful when confronting an elven weapon master, and rely on his magic and Thorn.
-Murtagh will run from a fight if there is enough of a threat. He is no coward, but will not needlessly risk his life.
-Murtagh is very callous where his safety is concerned. He will go to any lengths to save himself, including killing innocents. In his mind, nothing is more important than himself or Thorn.
Clothing:
Depends on the situation. Casually, Murtagh wears a simple leather jerkin over a long-sleeved thick cotton shirt, and leather or thick cotton pants for travel and other uses. On occasion he wears fine velvets and the like for appearances at Galbatorix's court in Uru'baen.
In combat, Murtagh wears a leather shirt, chainmail overshirt, and occasionally a breastplate over both of those. He wears greaves and chain or plate backed gloves, and a visored helm over a leather coif. This allows him excellent protection(especially with wards) while allowing him the maneuverability he requires as a swordsman.
Weapon(s):
Murtagh wields Zar'roc, or Misery- the Rider's blade of Morzan, his father. A crimson sword, excellently balanced, that never breaks or dulls. The thick ruby set in the blade's pommel is a reservoir of vast stores of magical energy, saved from the energy of dragon's hearts.
Murtagh also uses a large yew bow, and carries a quiver of arrows into battle when necessary. He needs no other weapons.
Description:
An imposingly tall, thin man, Murtagh is the spitting image of his father. Dark of complexion and with pitch-dark hair, he is six foot even and covered in corded muscle that bespeaks of his fighting prowess. His eyes are dark and burn with the fires of torment he feels as Galbatorix's unwilling slave.
Murtagh is a bit of a contradictory person. He is, at times, prone to impulsive actions and fits of anger, but when necessary is a calculating hunter and tracker. On the field of battle he is a remorseless fighter, and will not hesitate to kill an enemy when he is already down or surrendered in order to ensure his own safety. However, he is, or was, a basically good person. Murtagh takes no pleasure in the slaughter of innocents, and he does not subscribe to Galbatorix's crazed worldview. Murtagh would much rather lead a solitary life, not entangled in the war between the Varden and the Empire in any way shape or form.
Murtagh's single overriding principle, the one thing he holds above everything else, is his own personal safety and that of his dragon, Thorn. It is the reason he refused to allow himself to be killed by Eragon during their first fight, although thousands of lives would undoubtedly have been saved. It is why he, however grudgingly, carries out Galbatorix's twisted orders, and why he refuses to fight against the bonds the king placed on him without knowing for sure that he would be succesful. For all his good points, Murtagh's fatal flaw is self-preservation. Everything, including morals, falls to the wayside in his fight for survival.
History:
Born to Selena and Morzan, not much is known about his early years. He was mostly in the care of nursemaids and Tornac, his weapons instructor. Murtagh experienced an unpleasant (to say the least) childhood. The long scar on his back bears testament to this; at the age of three, Murtagh received the wound when Morzan threw his sword, Zar'roc, at him in a drunken rampage. Even after his father died at the hands of Brom, Murtagh continued to avoid the courts as much as was possible while living in King Galbatorix's castle. His mother, Selena, disappeared early in his life, to give birth to Eragon in Carvahall. She was never seen again.
In Galbatorix's palace, Murtagh was offered friendship by the king at a private dinner, and accepted. He soon realized his folly, as the madman soon asked him to eradicate a small village for harboring rebels to the cause. With his teacher Tornac, Murtagh fled Uru'baen.
He became a refugee. His mission in life was survival for a while, until rumors of a Dragon Rider began to surface. Hearing them, Murtagh tailed the Ra'zac, hoping the beasts would lead him directly to the new Rider. His search was a success, and he met up with Eragon as the monsters captured the other teen.
After rescuing him, Murtagh and Eragon became fast friends. Through a long series of events, he and Eragon managed to rescue Arya, an elf woman, from captivity in the city of Gil'ead- fighting off soldiers and a Shade along the way. Reluctantly, Murtagh accompanied Eragon to return Arya to the Varden to heal her of her grievous wounds.
They reached the Varden, pursued by a band of deadly Kull. Faced with entering the Varden's home or confronting the Kull on his own, Murtagh chose the former. He refused, however, to allow the Twins to probe his mind, and, after being recognized as the son of Morzan by Ajihad, he was imprisoned within Tronjheim.
Later, he was given the chance to prove himself an enemy of the Empire by fighting alongside the Varden during the Battle under Farthen Dur. He proved himself sufficiently, in Ajihad's eyes, and personally accompanied the Varden leader as the last of the Urgals were rooted out and destroyed. On this journey, they were ambushed by a group of Urgals under command of the Twins, and Murtagh was taken back to the Empire.
Once there, the red dragon egg hatched for him. The new dragon, Thorn, and Murtagh were immediately forced to swear allegiance to Galbatorix, and the crazed king began to train them as his ultimate weapon against the Varden. During this time, Murtagh recieved several of Galbatorix's Eldunari, making him unnaturally powerful.
He was dispatched to capture Eragon during the battle of the Burning Plains. After killing Hrothgar, they fought.
Although he was victorious, Murtagh allowed Eragon to remain, but not before taking Zar'roc as his rightful inheritance from his father, and revealing that he and Eragon were brothers. He was since proven wrong- Eragon and Murtagh are only half brothers, as Selena is their shared mother.
Soon after, Eragon and Murtagh fought again. With the power of a dozen elves behind him, Eragon held Murtagh off this time. During the confrontation, Eragon reasoned that Murtagh and Thorn could escape Galbatorix if they changed their true names, an idea that Murtagh said was intriguing and that he might try after careful study. He then escaped without injury.
Weeks after this, Murtagh fought Oromis at Gil'ead, where the older Rider held him off using massive energies stored in his sword. After several minutes, Galbatorix invaded Murtagh's mind and fought through him, easily turning the tables. Through Murtagh, Galbatorix slew Oromis and Glaedr both, ending the life of the last remaining rider of the old order.
After the battle, Murtagh returned to Uru'baen, where he remains until a new situation of sufficient import necessitates his presence.
RP Sample:
Slamming the door behind him, Murtagh stomped through the eyrie with a decided lack of finesse. Thorn, sleeping on a massive bed in one corner of the castle tower, cracked one scaly lid in concern.
Troubles? The gentle mind probe tickled Murtagh's consciousness, but the young man chose instead to vocalize his thoughts. He needed the venting that only shouting could provide. "You know d**n well what it is!" He was almost slamming his boots into the floor now, rather than simply walking. Hurling himself over to Thorn, he leapt onto the recumbent dragon's shoulders and into the hollow at the base of the neck.
The king had another episode, then?
Sighing, Murtagh gripped Thorn's neck in a vicelike hug, although the dragon couldnt feel it through thick scales. This was a rare moment of weakness, where the young Rider lowered the walls around himself- but only for Thorn. "Yes, he did. The newest batch of painless soldiers were cut down south of Gil'ead before they could even reach the elves. Magic took them all- that's over one thousand troops."
The mighty red's head shifted a bit at that. The elf-mages were powerful, but to destroy one thousand soldiers completely without first a pitched battle to eliminate their wards or supporting magicians was impressive. Either they had severely underestimated the opposition, or the elves had gained a powerful weapon. And the king's reaction?
Mindlessly scratching the spot above Thorn's first neck spike, his favorite and most itchy point, Murtagh gazed into space as he thought. "He believes that the elves have gained something. Either Eldunari or another potent weapon. They were not capable of this a week ago, for sure." He did not mention what Thorn could clearly see in his mind- that, before this conclusion Galbatorix had first killed the messengers and gone on a miniature rampage in one of his rare fits of anger.
Thorn hummed deep in his chest in agreement. So we will be investigating?
"As soon as the king gathers the necessary forces. We'll be accompanied by another group of soldiers, and the Black Hand."
The hum became more of a growl as a ripple traveled down Thorn's back, a shiver that caused Murtagh to vibrate unpleasantly in his perch. Keeping an eye on us?
"That's what I presume." Murtagh hopped down, using the thick hay to cushion his drop. He walked around Thorn's body to the other side, where a large chest contained all his belongings. As he began hauling out his own armor and Thorn's saddle, he mentioned, "We'll leave in about half an hour. It's a five day trip for the men, but coming back we will be alone."
Although unhappy that he and Murtagh would not be alone, that they were once again to be babysat to ensure their mission was accomplished, and that he and Murtagh would be unable to fly much of the trip, a shiver of anticipation still followed the shiver of annoyance. The mere thought of possible combat sent Thorn's blood to a boil, and he bunched his mighty leg muscles and lifted himself from his bed with a shower of hay.
To battle, then.
Murtagh smiled at his best friend, the one who shared his heart in ways none other ever could. Truly, Thorn was magnificent- red scales caught the morning sun and sent patterns of light dancing across the tower. He nodded.
"To battle."
Anything Extra: Nothing, besides that I cant wait to role play him! I hope the history's enough... I'm not pleased with the sample, but it was free-form so it's rather hard. Hope it's ok.
Name: Thorn
Allegiance: Murtagh, and by extension, the Empire.
Birthplace: Galbatorix's castle in Uru'baen.
Age: Around a year and a half.
Gender: Male.
Scale Color: Deep crimson over most of the body, with lighter read around the throat and underbelly.
Description:
A thickset red dragon male, Thorn is a beautiful and terrifying sight. His legs and shoulders are thicker than Saphira's, although he is a little smaller overall. His growth has been accelerated by Galbatorix, and so is nearly the size of a full-grown dragon.
History:
Born to Murtagh when the eggs were presented to him, Thorn's life has been confusing and often horrible. Galbatorix immediately began artificially making Thorn larger and stronger, forcing him through a difficult training regimen. It took a while, and a lot of pain, to become accustomed to a larger body so quickly, but Thorn was forced to adapt.
Once he was large enough, and his training complete, Thorn and Murtagh were sent forth as Galbatorix's emissaries among his army. It is their mission to capture Eragon, and also to kill Arya and her dragon. Her beast is not necessary for Galbatorix's plans.
Thorn's only bright point in life is Murtagh. The two share as deep a bond as any dragon and Rider, and this bond is untainted by Galbatorix as of yet. The two of them held on to each other for strength through all the torture, all the emotional pain, and all the grappling with their new lives under Galbatorix. They would do anything for each other.
RP Sample: I kinda put Thorn in the sample above, in the format I'll probably use when I actually role play the pair. I hope that was ok, a second sample with only Thorn would be kinda redundant and not indicative of how I'd use him.
Anything Extra:
Just cant think of anything else to add.