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Derrik Duskrider
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« on: October 26, 2007, 12:27:54 PM »

Basic Information
     Name: Derrik Duskrider
     Gender: Male
     Age: 21 1/2
     Race: Brownie
     Tribe: Llaoihrr (Greybark Brownie)
     Occupation: Messenger / Forager / Entertainer / Borrower
     Title: Dragonrider

Appearance
     Height: 16 nailsbreadth
     Weight: A mut
     Hair Color: Light, silvery grey
     Eye Color: Dark grey
     Skin Color: Ithild (Moonsilver)
     Main Hand: Left

     Physical Apperance: Being a greybark Brownie, his skin is well, grey, a shade between his dark eyes and silvery hair, more commonly referred to as Ithild. It’s a mimic of a common metal that is a 'relative' of Mithral. His skin coloring, a dark silvery-grey, is outdone by both his hair and his eyes. Dark grey eyes are often said to resemble storm clouds on the horizon until someone gets him angry. "They're in the heart of the storm now …" was commonly said by the Brownies in his Unit when someone got him mad, as his eyes seemed to darken a bit. Where he once had two sides, some would say he now has three after the accident. His eyes might hold the gentle sparkle of youth and mischief within their shadowy depths more often than not, but he his prone to dark moods where pain is the only thing a person can receive from his stormy grey eyes.

     His shaggy grey hair is on the lighter end of things and brings brightness to his over all appearance, though it is always a problem. His parents had constantly made him keep his hair cropped short but when he moved out and started life on his own he let it grow. The light, silvery grey locks of hair have become more trouble then they're worth in his opinion, the growing hair always falling into his face and obscuring his vision. It also causes the back of his neck to itch terribly from time to time. He won't cut it short again though, seeing the short hair as a trait of his childhood that he has left behind. It hangs around his head, somewhat short in the front but long enough to cover his eyes, while it steadily gets longer toward the back till it covers the back of his neck. He has planed to grow it out to his shoulders as his father had worn his hair, but decided to keep it as it is, leaving it as it was when he rode with his unit.

    His small nose shows signs of having been broken once or twice, though by what is uncertain (caused a rather unruly blue dragon yearling). His features are soft, giving him a boyish look that seems to be following him through life. Most times he will have a grin on his face, but at others the set of his broad jaw will indicate the pain he holds back, willing himself to be strong. A certain glint in his eyes betrays more than he wishes, showing the hardened side of him at times, filled with pain and regret.

     His shoulders are broad but the rest of his body leans toward a more slender build, his smooth muscles flow easily beneath his clothes as he moves. One of Derrik's long arms dangles by his side when he walks. The other is usually, sitting uselessly in a sling around his neck. His right arm is slightly curved at odd angles because it wasn't set properly and healed poorly after an accident. When standing around his left thumb usually finds its way through his belt loop out of some strange habit. His father would always find his thumb hanging from the belt loop when he stood. At a young age Derrik had taken to imitating his human father, which had given his human mother many laughs. Since then he has adopted the habit of standing with his thumb through his belt loop. His long, strong legs give him a powerful stride that is almost pathetic to humans but rivals the stride of a lot of Brownies.

     Clothing: While it pained him to wear his old dragonrider uniform, he still stuck with it as it was the only thing he had. He wore a fitted, short sleeve shirt of mouse skin, dyed steel blue to match his dragon's fur. Black, straight legged pants of mouse skin were tucked into calf-high boots of the same color and material. Most of the time he also wears the long-sleeved jacket, dyed the same shade of steel blue as his shirt, and made out of the skin of mice he had hunted. Where patch with unit color would usually be on a riders outfit, a darker shade of blue could be see, where the patch had been ripped off. Derrik has three or four sets of the uniform of his old unit and two pairs of boots, made for him by his best friend's parents.

     He still has a few of the shirts his mother had made for him when he was small, but most of them stayed at the base camp when he went on patrol. He has two pull over shirts, blue and green in color, and one open-front, grey shirt that he sometimes wears in place of his uniform jacket. The open-front shirt used to have little wooden buttons, but they had fallen off long ago and he doesn't feel the need to sew new ones back on. These are a little too large for him, but they work well when that’s what he has. He also kept a leather jacket his mother had made for him for when he went hunting with his father and it was one of her best efforts and only slightly baggy. Finally, he had a dark grey cloak with a deep hood, oversized due to the fact that his mother was used to making clothes for well, larger people. He uses it when he wishes to go unseen in the night, as the other colors stand out against his grey skin.

Personality
     Like this dragon, Derrik is prone to mischief, jokes, and good times. He's a fun loving little guy and there is little other than his own dark thoughts that bring him down. Always quick to laugh and the first to joke, he is an extremely social little guy that can make friends with anyone that wants one. He will give anyone a fair chance to prove themselves and won't judge people on first appearance. He jokes and boasts with the best, spinning the tallest tales. Derrik is very proud though and won't even think twice about messing with a full grown human, though his willingness to 'get squished' tends to lighten the mood and a round of laughter can be heard by any near the Brownie. The situations often cause the little guy to laugh at himself as well. The only thing that has kept him from becoming a stain on some tavern table when things turn south is the fact that he easily makes friends.

     He draws people to him with his fun loving attitude and they usually watch his back for him. He strikes a funny image with his thumb through his belt loop and a frown on his face when he's agitated. It takes a lot to aggravate Derrik, as he is often having too much fun to let little things bother him. When having a good time with friends he forgets to be watchful of his surroundings. This can cause problems sometimes and get him into trouble with people who he's crossed, but luckily he's got Jeroth to look out for him.

     When he's angry he won't let it go easy as he holds a big grudge for a little guy and often fumes for a good while when he is angry. His anger would be his second side, and he also has a third side to him. After losing his unit he's been known to dwell on the event. It's hard to believe that this little guy could be any more carefree and fun-loving than he is now, but he was. When a dark mood takes him he tends to avoid everyone, even his dragon from time to time and wander on his own, be it just around the tavern, or throughout the village or city he's in. When he's like this he doesn't even take in words and both jokes and insults go unheard. He seems to crawl up inside himself and block everything out from time to time.

Strengths
     Language - Derrik can speak Tharian fluently, as he grew up with human parents that spoke it and it is his main language. He can also speak the Aohu'o form of Browniin, as well as bits of the Llaoihrr form. This doesn't help him all the time as the little people might not be all that common, but having grown up speaking Tharian helps him when conversing with the majority of the people he meets.

     Skyter - His Skyter, Jeroth, more commonly known as a dragon to Derrik is his biggest help. The beast helps keep food in Derrik's stomach, as it is good as finding small game that it can take down on its own and with Derrik's tracking skills they rarely go hungry. Jeroth is more than a beast of burden and hunter to his rider. The steel blue dragon is his best friend and closest companion. They are closely bonded and the animal is more protective of Derrik than the Brownie is of him. He has also been able to make enough coin for their stay in a village or city by performing aerial stunts on the back of his dragon.

     Tracker - Derrik grew with a hunter for a father. He often too his adopted son with him and taught him how to spot signs of game. When the Brownie went to live with the Aohu'o, this was taught to him again and reinforced throughout his time there as he was a hunter for the people before he was a rider. When he and Jeroth land he knows what to look for when hunting mice, rabbits, or other rodents.

     Forager - Thanks to his time among his father and the Aohu'o, he knows what plants can heal, what plants can hurt, and what plants he can eat. When out on his own he can find certain plants and feed himself. While he has no clue how to use the plants to heal people, he knows the appearance of the basic plants that are often needed most. He can also gather plants used to heal ailments and bring them to the closest village to sell for a meal and a few small coins.

     Size - Derrik's size is helpful to him as well. He doesn't eat as much as normal people and inn-keepers can usually spare enough scraps to feed him and sometimes his dragon if he can perform some service or pay a small amount. This also helps as he can get around quietly and 'borrow' enough provisions to keep him alive on his travels.

Weaknesses
     Size - His size is also a weakness to him as he is around people multiple times his size without much to defend himself with. The safest place for him is often his dragon's back, but even then there are dangers. His small size also prevents him from carrying around a lot of coins so he finds himself in tough situations from time to time because of that, though when in cities he can acquire the gems that are easier for him to carry.

     Skyter - While Jeroth is a huge help to him, the dragons beautiful blue fur seems to draw the attention of the crowd, for good and for bad. More than one crossbow bolt or arrow has passed his way, trying to get at his dragon. He has to be careful when flying anywhere and he is always alert for predators of the human and animal sort.

     Daredevil - Derrik is a bit of a daredevil and always has been, though more so before his accident. He works well with his bold beast, drawing in coins with his stunts that leave some in awe. Other times he just does something crazy for the fun of it. He's injured himself before, doing something stupid that was fun in his eyes and he more than likely will again. Now that he has a dragon that is as bold as him, he might do more damage to someone/something other than himself.

     Arm Injury (Right Arm) - Derrik almost lost his life with the others of his unit during a Herín attack. Luckily and unluckily for him, his dragon swerved and slammed into a nearby tree. He threw his arm up to keep his head from bouncing off the tree and heard a sickening crunch and then pain. His dragon fled after that and it was all his could do to keep his injured arm from getting hurt more as the beast broke through the canopy, flying on its own. When he landed he bound his arm to his chest as best he could but it wasn't that great of a job. His arm took a while to heal and when it did he found that he didn't have the strength and movement in his right arm like he did before. His right arm is pretty much useless, and he will slip it into the sling that he keeps around his neck since that is the most comfortable position, when he isn't attempting to use it. He has the ability to saddle his dragon as his single hand is used to the buckles now, but he cannot use his bow any more and he sold it to a Brownie he met on the rode for a meal.

History
     Well I guess you're wondering how a brownie got to be raised by humans. If you not wondering that I'm going to start worrying cause I think I have mentioned a human father and mother a few times already. Oh, don't bother going back now cause I'm about to tell the story. Pull up a chair, would hate to leave you standing the entire time. And please hold all questions till the end. Alright, quit getting impatient on me, here it is.

     Derrik's father, Errol, was a Brownie. Big shock huh? Oh, well Errol lived in the Vale of Brownies. He grew up there, joining the Ferretmaster clan when he turned fifteen. A typical brownie so far huh? Well Errol fell in love with another Brownie. Wow, got a lot of them around. Ok, enough with my comment's I'll just tell the story as it happened. Well his father and mother really hit it off at first and got married. After that things took a turn for the worst. Another brownie, one from another clan, provoked a fight. They had grown up together and the other brownie had constantly teased his father and then the line was crossed. The other man made snide comments about Errol and his clan, after years of being tormented by this man he was fed up. He shoved the man, pushing out of his way as he moved forward, forgetting that they were up in a tree. The other man fell back, falling from his spot to land in an awkward heap of bones, skin, and blood on the ground. In the end, Derrik's father looked over body of his old enemy. He knew he had to leave then, so he took his wife and they left the vale.
 
     Eighty days later, Derrik was born on the road. Two month's earlier they had found out about him. While they welcomed the child he would become a burden in their exile. They traveled around, and Derrik grew a little, more in age then size. The little bundle of joy made the going tough and his crying attracted predators. They kept going though, his mother and father's red foxes getting them through. The little family have been heading north, just choosing a direction when they set out and not exactly sure where they were going or when they would stop. They had reached the Warnaka Mountains before Derrik turned one year old. That’s when it all went bad.

     They had been traveling through the forest, a pack of wolves at their backs yet they didn't know it. The wolves had picked up a scent and hunting for this small pack had been scarce lately so they were willing to get a hold of anything they could, and foxes seemed to be on the menu that night. They thought all was peaceful until the baying of the predator on the trail could be heard near by. They coxed the foxes forward faster but that didn't help. The wolves soon appeared on their trail. Derrik's mother looked back for a moment and the fox she was riding swerved to avoid a tree and threw its rider. His father saw and turned back to her, forgetting that little Derrik was still strapped to the foxes back. His parents were killed by the wolves that afternoon, unable to get away. Derrik's father's fox kept the wolves from the baby as the animal bolted once its rider was down, the hungry pack on its trail.

     The little fox that got away was forgotten by the predators, and it kept running. After a while it slowed and wandered onto a clearing where a little cottage was built. Dusk was upon the land by then and the owner of the cottage spotted the fox from the window as it approached. He jumped up immediately, needing to protect the few chickens he owned. He grabbed his bow and raced outside and aimed at the little red beast. The man let the arrow loose, the arrow piercing the little fox's neck. When he went to collect the animal he noticed a little bundle tied the beasts back. To his surprise it was a Brownie baby. The fox and its pelt were forgotten as he returned to the house with the infant.

     His human parents were Erpheronians but they dwelled on the edge of that existence, having abandoned that way of life years before, still traces of the tribes proud nature can be found in the little Brownie. The man was named Jeroth and he and his wife, Jenna, raised the little Brownie baby. They named him after Jeroth's father and gave him the surname Duskrider since that was what happened. He came to them riding the back of a red fox at dusk. It was awkward for the couple at first, tending to the being that seemed to get lost in everything but they adjusted. Jeroth and Jenna had never been able to have children of their own and they enjoyed every minute they spent with their adopted son. The Brownie grew and when he turned ten Jeroth started taking him with him on his hunts. He taught his little boy to make a bow; patiently teaching him step by step and when he was done Derrik had a crude but functional bow. Jeroth was very proud of his son that day.

     There was one main problem with the boy though. He was always bringing home little birds and animals. He would bring anything he could coax into following him home and he was always searching for odd animals. He parents couldn't get to him to leave the animals in the forest so it was no surprise when they couldn't get one to leave. Well I'm getting ahead of my self so let's back up once more. So, his parents were constantly worrying for the safety of their little boy but he seemed to handle himself well and never wandered too far into the forest.

     Well Derrik took to the bow quickly and over the years learned to use the weapon well. All this knowledge sunk deep into Derrik, he loved it all. From a young age he had a love for the wilderness that rivaled his human fathers. He enjoyed the peace and tranquility that he could find there and quickly grew attached. The years passed quickly.

     Well Derrik was about fourteen now and still hadn't broken his habit of bring animals home. This time the animal wouldn't leave. He had found a grey fox pup in the forest. It had been all alone and caught up in a strand of vine. Derrik had helped the pup out and offered it the little bit of dried meat he had in his pack. The pup accepted it before bounding off into the forest. The next day he had returned to that area of the forest, just walking around without even thinking about it. The pup was curled up next to the vines again, apparently sleeping. When Derrik approached, the little fox looked at him and coaxed another small strip of dried meat out of the Brownie. This went on for days and after about two weeks the fox started to follow him. For about a month they were together in secret, the fox leaving him when Derrik went home at night but finding him the next morning. After that the fox started following Derrik to the house to his parent's dismay. If anything the little grey pup enjoyed evading Jeroth and Jenna's attempts of chasing him away. The soon gave up and Derrik and the pup became inseparable.

     It was about that time Derrik decided that he needed to leave home. He had figured out early in his life that Jeroth and Jenna weren't his real parents and had asked many questions. He learned that a tribe of Brownies live in the Vale of Brownies. What a big shock. He didn't know if he came form that tribe or what but he wanted to find out. He knew the human Brownie that his parents had raised but he felt like he didn't know the real Derrik. He loved his home but was becoming restless and wanted to know his own kind and see the world. So he made his farewells and promised to visit before he set off.

     He traveled to the Vale of Brownies first, determined to meet his people. He didn't really know where he was going and his parents didn't have much of an idea where it was. So he found himself traveling south and visiting a few cities, looking for someone that knew and he found him. He had found another Brownie in one of the small villages on the way, and was given fairly rough directions. It took trial and error but after a while he stumbled upon the right path. As soon as he reached the vale he wished he hadn't. It wasn't at all what he thought it would be and he felt uncomfortable around people his own size. And he couldn't speak the language at all. After a few weeks he left, deeply disappointed in his home, setting off with a caravan headed for another Brownie home, bringing a large carving of what looked like a winged beast of some sort. Mounted Brownies joined the caravan and he figured would follow them and if he wanted too could change directions at any time.

     Before they reached the Goltherlon Forest, the trees just ahead, they were attacked by a pack of horned wolves, whose territory was on the edge of the forest. They had seen the caravan from the trees and wasted no time in getting out of the trees, pelting toward the brownies. A majority of the caravan was scattered the first charge and as the wolves began to form a circle, Korth, Derrik's silver fox, ran for the forest. Once within the forest they were caught by a tree cat, the blow from the animal knocking Derrik out. Korth had taken some damage as well, but fled further into the forest. When the Aohu'o Dragonriders found Derrik and Korth, the fox was dead. They brought the young Greybark, now about sixteen years old, to their settlement and healed him. When he was better the loss of Korth hit him, but he moved on.

     He spent a lot of time around the dragonriders, helping out in the camp and working with riders and dragons. When the next hatching season came around he went out in search of a dragon. Some of the others that were going out to search complained, but the elders among the people and dragonriders agreed that, like everyone else, if he could claim a dragon egg he had the right to be a rider. So he climbed high into a tree with a nest, egg pouch on his back, sitting there until the mother left to get food. When she finally left, Derrik snuck into the nest and pulled back the moss blanket that kept them warm, putting on off the eggs in the pouch without looking, eyes to the sky. After the egg was secure he began his decent, a new mount/companion within his grasp.

     Derrik was the second to return to the camp with a dragon egg, and the fifth to return all together. When he reached the hatching tent, he met another Brownie that would be part of his unit and his best friend. As he took his egg out of the pouch he noted the light shade of steel blue of the egg shell and the darker veins that ran through it. While he sat by the fire with it, he looked at it, noting the differences in the shades of the steel blue veins. When his dragon had hatched he moved to the Dragon Barn, where the hatchlings had to be watched and feed all the time, until it entered the yearling stage of its life.

     A year and half later the Brownie started to work with the dragon, training it, letting it fly from time to time unburdened, then with a saddle on its back and reins in its mouth, and eventually with a rider. The first rider was amazing for Derrik as he strapped himself to the saddle, his dragon perched on a branch. After the first ride, things seemed to get a lot easier. When he wasn't tending to his dragon, Derrik spent a lot of time with the members of his units, talking, joking, and having fun.

     About a year after his first ride his unit was selected to go out on patrol. Their things were packed in saddlebags, as rips in their uniform could occur and they might be out for a few days at a time. They set off in the early morning, heading north before preparing to the circle the settlement for signs of trouble. About three hours flight north of the settlement they were attacked by a tree cat. The animal pounced from the tree, driving one of the four Brownies in Derrik's unit into a branch, rider crushed beneath the dragon. When the cat let go and searched for another target, the dragon fell to the ground, its wings crushed.

     Jeroth, Derrik's blue dragon swerved as the cat attacked, hitting a tree. Derrik threw his right arm out to keep form bashing his head open and a sickening crack answered as he hit the tree. During that time the cat had dispatched a second rider and a second cat was toying with the third rider in the unit. Jeroth took to the skies, crashing through the canopy to escape the cats. As they rose up, an eagle spotted them, and took off after the steel blue beast. Panic took over and the animal flew until it was too tired to fly any more, even after the eagle was lost. When they landed, Derrik tried to bandage up is arm and figure out where they were.

     Unwilling to try and find their camp again, now that everything that tied him there was gone, he headed out in the direction his dragon had been flying looking for civilization and traveling around the big world his human parents had talked about. When his arm had healed he found that he couldn't bear the weight and didn't have the same amount of movement as it wasn't set right and didn't heal right. It is pretty much useless now and he keeps it in a sling most of the time, only using it when he needs to steady something. From time to time it throbs painfully, but he's moved on. He now travels, looking for something, but not knowing what, just trying to stay alive for now.

Equipment
     Weapons: The only thing Derrik carries with him are the four quills that he has left from when he clipped the quills of his dragon and a small iron hunting knife. The other two had been lost during the battle with the tree cat. As his arm is messed up, he can't really wield his bow so he sold it. Things are mostly hit and miss with the quills and the iron knife is mostly used for skinning animals.

     Belongings:
- Iron Hunting Knife
- Dragon Quills
- Dragon Saddle w/ Reins
- Saddle Bags
- A couple tiny waterskins
- Clothes
- Food (depending on availability)
- A tiny coin pouch
- Blankets
     
Familiar
     Name: Jeroth
     Gender: Male
     Age: 3 1/2
     Race: Skyter Dracoid
     Type: Blue Dracoid
     
     Height: 22 nailsbreadth (at the shoulder)
     Length: 101 nailsbreadths
               Head: 5 nailsbreadths
               Base of head to nape of neck: 15 nailsbreadths
               Nape of neck to base of tail: 46 nailsbreaths
               Tail: 35 nailsbreaths
     Wingspan: 96 nailsbreadths

     Appearance: This creature has soft fur that is steel blue in color, ranging from the lighter shade that makes up the majority of its body, to the darker spots along its length. From what Derrik can see, no two spots are exactly the same shape, size or shade, and the solid, dark blue head, that is the trademark of the blues, is the darkest shade of steel blue on the beast's body. The dragon's eyes are what draw the attention of most. The dragons once pale grey eyes are slowly darkening to resemble those of its owner, solid orbs of stormy grey, like storm clouds on the horizon, darkening more with age.

     Six stubs can be seen on either side of the head, where Derrik clipped the quills that grow as a form of protection. Its long snout has a row of sharp teeth on the top and bottom, making it mainly a carnivore, but sometimes fruits find themselves impaled upon the pointed edges. The long neck snakes down toward the shoulders, where Derrik can be seen sitting in the saddle when riding. Massive feathery wings can be found behind that, the tips of the feathers a darker shade of steel blue, while thin bands, or veins, of the darker shade run across the top of the light blue that dominates the feathers.

     Personality/Temperament: Jeroth pretty much sticks to the general behavior of these beasts. He is, well, very mischievous and is always toying with Derrik and others around him, sometimes with the help of his owner. While he enjoys playing tricks, if the attention is on him, he is perfectly fine with anyone near him. Many people joke that the dragon is like a hound in some things, especially because he loves it when people scratch just below his head and to the left side of his neck.

     Jeroth gets along with just about anyone, but overly protective of and loyal to Derrik. Since leaving his second home, he and the beast have bonded closely, and they have been able to perform stunts that other riders can't achieve until their fifth or sixth year together. Derrik often feels bad that his choice to head out into the world instead of returning to the Aohu'o and Goltherlon forest has prevented Jeroth from finding a mate, but the beast seems to enjoy being with his rider and out on the land so much that it cheers him up. Jeroth would protect the crippled Brownie with his life, and treats Derrik as on of his young (which is odd for a male) forcing him to rest if he beings to slump in the saddle or refusing to take off if his rider seems too tired.
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« Reply #1 on: August 11, 2008, 06:53:33 AM »

Alright, finally got around to finishing this character, nearly a year later.  grin *cough* Blasted little peoples geessh. *cough* Anyways, finally finished, yay!
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« Reply #2 on: August 11, 2008, 05:24:33 PM »

Hello Derrik!

I have just a small comment at this moment, as I haven't read the whole CD yet. I'd just like to point out that I think you need more explanation of how he reached the Dragonriders. After all, even for 'normal-sized' people it wasn't all that normal to just travel to a different continent, let alone for a brownie, twice (you'll have to get back to Sarvonia if you want to play in a story ;)), and how does he even know about Akdor and the Aohu'o brownies, when practically nobody in sarvonia knows of them?
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« Reply #3 on: August 12, 2008, 01:52:45 AM »

The Aohu'o entry states that their are Sarvonian bands of these brownies and the Dragonriders are part of a band that lives in the Goltherlon Forest. His means of transportation is in there, but I might need to change it still. :)
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« Reply #4 on: August 13, 2008, 02:54:35 AM »

I've just gone through and highlighted the typos etc Garret, I think the caravan idea could work with a little adjustment (suggestions in the uri)

Basic Information
     Name: Derrik Duskrider
     Gender: Male
     Age: 21 1/2
     Race: Brownie
     Tribe: Llaoihrr (Greybark Brownie)
     Occupation: Messenger / Forager / Entertainer / Borrower
     Title: Dragonrider

Appearance
     Height: 16 nailsbreadth
     Weight: A mut
     Hair Color: Light, silvery grey
     Eye Color: Dark grey
     Skin Color: Ithild (Moonsilver)
     Main Hand: Left

     Physical Apperance: Being a greybark Brownie, his skin is well, grey, a shade between his dark eyes and silvery hair, more commonly referred to as Ithild. It’s a mimic of a common metal that is a 'relative' of Mithral. His skin is coloring, a dark silvery-grey, is outdone by both his hair and his eyes. Dark grey eyes are often said to resemble storm clouds on the horizon until someone gets them angry. "Their in the heart of the storm now …" was commonly said by the Brownies in his Unit when someone got him mad, as his eyes seemed to darken a bit. Nice touch :) Where he once had two sides, some would say he now has three after the accident. His eyes might hold the gentle sparkle of youth and mischief within their shadowy depths more often than not, but he his prone to dark moods where pain is the only thing a person can receive from his stormy grey eyes.

     His shaggy grey hair is on the lighter end of things and brings brightness to his over all appearance, though it is always a problem. His parents had constantly made him keep his hair cropped short but when he moved out and started life on his own he let it grow. The light, silvery grey locks of hair have become more trouble then their worth in his opinion, the growing hair always falling into his face and obscuring his vision. It also causes the back of his neck to itch terribly from time to time. He won't cut it short again though, seeing the short hair as a trait of his childhood that he has left behind. It hangs around his head, somewhat short in the front but long enough to cover his eyes, while is steadily gets longer toward the back till it covers the back of his neck. He has planed to grow it out to his shoulders as his father had worn his hair, but decided to keep cut as it remains, leaving it as it was when he rode with his unit.

    His small nose shows signs of having been broken once or twice, though by what is uncertain. You know though ;) His features are soft, giving him a boyish look that seems to be following him through life. Most times he will have a grin on his face, but at others the set of his broad jaw will indicate the pain he holds back, willing himself to be strong. A certain glint in his eyes betrays more than he wishes, showing the hardened side of him at times, filled with pain and regret.

     His shoulders are broad but the rest of his body leans toward a more slender build, his smooth muscles flow easily beneath his clothes as he moves. Derrik's long arms dangle by his side when he walks, though when standing around one thumb usually finds its way through his belt loop out of some strange habit. His father would always find his thumb hanging from the belt loop when he stood. At a young age Derrik had taken to imitating his human father, which had given his human mother many laughs. Since then he has adopted the habit of standing with his thumb through his belt loop. His long, strong legs give him a powerful stride that is almost pathetic to humans but rivals the stride of a lot of Brownies.

     Clothing: While it pained him to wear the uniform of his old unit, They have uniform?  I don't think they bother to colour leather for everyday wear to be honest.  It's a lot of effort and they don't have infinate resources.  Oh, unless this is dragonrider unit uniform? he still stuck with it as it was the only thing he had. He wore a fitted, short sleeve shirt of mouse skin, dyed steel blue to match his dragon's fur. Black, straight legged pants of mouse skin were tucked into calf-high boots of the same color and material. Most of the time he also wears the long-sleeved jacket, dyed the same shade of steel blue as his shirt, and made out of the skin of mice he had hunted. Where patch with unit color would usually be on a riders outfit, a darker shade of blue could be see, where the patch had been ripped off. Derrik has three or four sets of the uniform of his old unit and two pairs of boots, made for him by his best friend's parents.

     He still has a few of the shirts his mother had made for him when he was small, but most of them had stayed at the base camp when he had gone went on patrol. He has two pull over shirts, blue and green in color, and one open-front, grey shirt that he sometimes wears in place of his uniform jacket. The open-front shirt used to have little wooden buttons, but they had fallen off long ago and he doesn't feel the need to sew new ones back on. These are a little too large for him, but they work well when that’s what he has. He also kept a leather jacket his mother had made for him for when he went hunting with his father and it was one of her best efforts and only slightly baggy. Finally, he had a dark grey cloak with a deep hood, oversized due to the fact that his mother was used to making clothes for well, larger people. He uses it when he wishes to go unseen in the night, as the other colors stand out against his grey skin.

Personality
     Like this dragon, Derrik is prone to mischief, jokes, and good times. He's a fun loving little guy and there is little other than his own dark thoughts that bring him down. Always quick to laugh and the first to joke, he is an extremely social little guy that can make friends with anyone that wants one. He will give anyone a fair chance to prove themselves and won't judge people on first appearance. He jokes and boasts with the best, spinning the tallest tales. Derrik is very proud though and won't even think twice about messing with a full grown human, though his willing ness to 'get squished' tends to lighten the mood and a round of laughter can be heard by any near the Brownie. The situations often cause the little guy to laugh at himself as well. The only thing that has kept him from becoming a stain on some tavern table when things turn south is the fact that he easily makes friends.

     He draws people to him with his fun loving attitude and they usually watch his back for him. He strikes a funny image with his thumb through his belt loop and a frown on his face when he's agitated. It takes a lot to aggravate Derrik, as his is often having too much fun to let little things bother him. When having a good time with friends he forgets to be watchful of his surroundings. This can cause problems sometimes and get him into trouble with people who he's crossed, but luckily he's got Jeroth to look out for him.

     When he's angry he won't let it go easy as he holds a big grudge for a little guy and often fumes for a good while when he is angry. His anger would be his section side, and he also has a third side to him. After losing his unit he's been known to dwell on the event. It's hard to believe that this little guy could be any more carefree and fun-loving than he is now, but he was. When a dark mood takes him he tends to avoid everyone, even his dragon from time to time and wander on his own, be it just around the tavern, or throughout the village or city he's in. When he's like this he doesn't even take in words and both jokes and insults go unheard. He seems to crawl up inside himself and block everything out from time to time.

Strengths
     Language - Derrik can speak Tharian fluently, as he grew up with human parents that spoke it and it is his main language. He can also speak the Aohu'o form of Browniin, as well as bits of the Llaoihrr form. This doesn't help him all the time as the little people might not be all that common, but having grown up speaking Tharian helps him when conversing with the majority of the people he meets.

     Skyter - His Skyter, Jeroth, more commonly known as a dragon to Derrik is his biggest him. The beast helps keep Derrik feed as it is good as finding small game that it can take down on its own and with Derrik's tracking skills they rarely go hungry. Jeroth is more than a beast of burden and hunter to his rider. The steel blue dragon is his best friend and closest companion. They are closely bonded and the animal is more protective of Derrik than the Brownie is of him. He has also been able to make enough coin for their stay in a village or city by performing aerial stunts on the back of his dragon.

     Tracker - Derrik grew with a hunter for a father. He often too his adopted son with him and taught him how to spot signs of game. When the Brownie went to live with the Aohu'o, this was taught to him again and reinforced throughout his time there as he was a hunter for the people before he was a rider. When he and Jeroth land he knows what to look for when hunting mice, rabbits, or other rodents.

     Forager - Thanks to his time among his father and the Aohu'o, he knows what plants can heal, what plants can hurt, and what plants he can eat. When out on his own he can find certain plants and feed himself. He can also gather plants used to heal ailments and bring them to the closest village to sell for a meal and a few small coins. I'd make it clear here that he doesn't have the skill of a true healer.  He might be able to find a headache cure, but I don't think you mean that he could find...say...a safe drug to cause miscarriage without harming the mother, for example.

     Size - Derrik's size is helpful to him as well. He doesn't eat as much as normal people and inn-keepers can usually spare enough scraps to feed him and sometime his dragon if he can perform some service or pay a small amount. This also helps as if need be he can get around to 'borrow' enough provisions to keep him alive on his travels.

Weaknesses
     Size - His size is also a weakness to him as he is around people multiple times his size without much to defend himself with. The safest place for him is often his dragon's back, but even then there are dangers. His small size also prevents him from carrying around a lot of coins so he finds himself in tough situations from time to time because of that. He could carry gems or beads around instead if you wanted.

     Skyter - While Jeroth is a huge help to him, the dragons beautiful blue fur seems to draw the attention of the crowd, for good and for bad. More than one crossbow bolt or arrow has passed his way, trying to get at his dragon. He has to be careful when flying anywhere and he is always alert for predators of the human and larger animal sort.And pet hunters maybe?

     Daredevil - Derrik is a bit of a daredevil and always has been, though more so before his accident. He works well with his bold beast, drawing in coins with his stunts that leave some in awe. Other times he just does something crazy for the fun of it. He's injured himself before, doing something stupid, but fun in his eyes and he more than likely will again. Now that he has a dragon that is as bold as him, he might do more damage to someone/something other than himself.

     Arm Injury (Right Arm) - Derrik almost lost his life with the others of his unit during a Herín attack. Luckily and unluckily for him, his dragon swerved and slammed into a nearby tree. He threw his arm up to keep his head from bouncing off the tree and heard a sickening crunch and then pain. His dragon fled after that and it was all his could do to keep his injured arm from getting hurt more as the beast broke through the canopy, flying on its own. When he landed he bound his arm to his chest as best he could but it wasn't that great of a job. His arm took a while to heal and when it did he found that he didn't have the strength and movement in his right arm like he did before. His right arm is pretty much useless, and he will slip it into the sling that he keeps around his neck since that is the most comfortable position, when he isn't attempting to use it. He has the ability to saddle his dragon as his single hand is used to the buckles now, but he cannot use his bow any more and he sold it to a Brownie he met on the rode for a meal.

History
     Well I guess your wondering how a brownie got to be raised by humans. If you not wondering that I'm going to start worrying cause I think I have mentioned a human father and mother a few times already. Oh, don't bother going back now cause I'm about to tell the story. Pull up a chair, would hate to leave you standing the entire time. And please hold all questions till the end. Alright, quit getting impatient on me, here it is. *settles down cross-legged and puts thumb in mouth*

     Derrik's father, Errol, was a Brownie. Big shock huh? Oh, well Errol lived in the Vale of Brownies. He grew up there, joining the Ferretmaster clan when he turned fifteen. A typical brownie so far huh? Well Errol fell in love with another Brownie. Wow, got a lot of them around. Ok, enough with my comment's I'll just tell the story as it happened. Well his father and mother really hit it off at first and got married. After that things took a turn for the worst. Another brownie, one from another clan, provoked a fight. They had grown up together and the other brownie had constantly teased his father and then the line was crossed. The other man made snide comments about Errol and his clan, after years of being tormented by this man he was fed up. He shoved the man, pushing out of his way as he moved forward, forgetting that they were up in a tree. The other man fell back, falling from his spot to land in an awkward heap of bones, skin, and blood on the ground. In the end, Derrik's father looked over body of his old enemy. He knew he had to leave then, so he took his wife and they left the vale.
 
     Eighty days later, Derrik was born on the road. Two month's earlier they had found out about him. While they welcomed the child he would become a burden in their exile. They traveled around, and Derrik grew a little, more in age then size. The little bundle of joy made the going tough and his crying attracted predators. They kept going though, his mother and father's red foxes getting them through. The little family have been heading north, just choosing a direction when they set out and not exactly sure where they were going or when they would stop. They had reached the Warnaka Mountains before Derrik turned one year old. That’s when it all went bad.

     They had been traveling through the forest, a pack of wolves at their backs yet they didn't know it. The wolves had picked up a scent and hunting for this small pack had been scare lately so they were willing to get a hold of anything they could, and foxes seemed to be on the menu that night. They thought all was peaceful until the baying of the predator on the trail could be heard near by. They coxed the foxes forward faster but that didn't help. The wolves soon appeared on their trail. Derrik's mother looked back for a moment and the fox she was riding swerved to avoid a tree and threw its rider. His father saw and turned back to her, forgetting that little Derrik was still strapped to the foxes back. His parents were killed by the wolves that afternoon, unable to get away. Derrik's father's fox kept the wolves from the baby has the animal bolted once its rider was down, the hungry pack on its trail.

     The little fox that got away was forgotten by the predators, and it kept running. After a while it slowed and wandered onto a clearing where a little cottage was built. Dusk was upon the land by then and the owner of the cottage spotted the fox from the window as it approached. He jumped up immediately, needing to protect the few chickens he owned. He grabbed his bow and raced outside and aimed at the little red beast. The man let the arrow loose, the arrow piercing the little fox's neck. When he went to collect the animal he noticed a little bundle tied the beasts back. To his surprise it was a Brownie baby. The fox and its pelt were forgotten as he returned to the house with the infant.

     His human parents were Erpheronians but they dwelled on the edge of that existence, having abandoned that way of life years before, still traces of the tribes proud nature can be found in the little Brownie. The man was named Jeroth and he and his wife, Jenna, raised the little Brownie baby. They named him after Jeroth's father and gave him the surname Duskrider since that was what happened. He came to them riding the back of a red fox at dusk. It was awkward for the couple at first, tending to the being that seemed to get lost in everything but they adjusted. Jeroth and Jenna had never been able to have children of their own and they enjoyed every minute they spent with their adopted son. The Brownie grew and when he turned ten Jeroth started taking him with him on his hunts. He taught his little boy to make a bow; patiently teaching him step by step and when he was done Derrik had a crude but functional bow. Jeroth was very proud of his son that day.

     There was one main problem with the boy though. He was always bringing home little birds and animals. He would bring anything he could coax into following home and he was always searching for odd animals. He parents couldn't get to him to leave the animals in the forest so it was no surprise when they couldn't get one to leave. Well I'm getting ahead of my self so let's back up once more. So, his parents were constantly worrying for the safety of their little boy but he seemed to handle himself well and never wandered too far into the forest.

     Well Derrik took to the bow quickly and over the years learned to use the weapon well. Jeroth also taught him to make spears his side and how to use them, propelling them a fair distance at his prey. All this knowledge sunk deep into Derrik, he loved it all. From a young age he had a love for the wilderness that rivaled his human fathers. How come the spear isn't in his strengths? He enjoyed the peace and tranquility that he could find there and quickly grew attached. The years passed quickly.

     Well Derrik was about fourteen now and still hadn't broken his habit of bring animals home. This time the animal wouldn't leave. He had found a grey fox pup in the forest. It had been all alone and caught up in a strand of vine. Derrik had helped the pup out and offered it the little bit of dried meat he had in his pack. The pup accepted it before bounding off into the forest. The next day he had returned to that area of the forest, just walking around without even thinking about it. The pup was curled up next to the vines again, apparently sleeping. When Derrik approached though the little foxed looked at him and coaxed another small strip of dried meat out of the Brownie. This went on for days and after about two weeks the fox started to follow him. For about a month they were together in secret, the fox leaving him when Derrik went home at night but finding him the next morning. After that the fox started following Derrik to the house to his parent's dismay. If anything the little grey pup enjoyed evading his Jeroth and Jenna's attempts of chasing him away. The soon gave up and Derrik and the pup became inseparable.

     It was about that time Derrik decided that he needed to leave home. He had figured out early in his life that Jeroth and Jenna weren't his real parents and had asked many questions. He learned that a tribe of Brownies live in the Vale of Brownies. What a big shock. He didn't know if he came form that tribe or what but he wanted to find out. He knew the human Brownie that his parents had raised but he felt like he didn't know the real Derrik. He loved his home but was becoming restless and wanted to know his own kind and see the world. So he made his farewells and promised to visit before he set off.

     He traveled to the Vale of Brownies first, determined to meet his people. He didn't really know where he was going and his parents didn't have much of an idea where it was. So he found himself traveling south and visiting a few cities, looking for someone that knew and he found him. He had found another Brownie in one of the small villages on the way, and was given fairly rough directions. It took trial and error but after a while he stumbled upon the right path. As soon as he reached the vale he wished he hadn't. It wasn't at all what he thought it would be and he felt uncomfortable around people his own size. And he couldn't speak the language at all. After a few weeks he left, deeply disappointed in his home, setting off with a caravan headed for another Brownie home. He figured would follow them and if he wanted too could change directions at any time.  Hmm, this is a huge long way - I think most trading would be done by goose.  Unless you can think of some special and expensive item the Goltheron Brownies could have ordered from the Llaoihrr which was too heavy for a goose?  They make excellent carvings, and great machinery too.

     Before they reached the Goltherlon Forest, the trees just ahead, they were attacked by a lone wolf, leaving the forest. A majority of the caravan was ripped apart and Korth, Derrik's silver fox, ran for the forest. But such a caravan would not be unprotected - probably with several ferretmasters and some skydivers too as scouts.  Tthey would not go down to a single wolf. Once within the forest they were caught by a tree cat, the blow from the animal knocking Derrik out. Korth had taken some damage as well, but fled further into the forest. When the Aohu'o Dragonriders found Derrik and Korth, the fox was dead. They brought the young Greybark, now about sixteen years old, to their settlement and healed him. When he was better the loss of Korth hit him, but he moved on.

     He spent a lot of time around the dragonriders, helping out in the camp and working with riders and dragons. When the next hatching season came around he went out in search of a dragon. Some of the others that were going out to search complained, but the elders among the people and dragonriders agreed that, like everyone else, if he could claim a dragon egg he had the right to be a rider. So he climbed high into a tree with a nest, egg pouch on his back, sitting there until the mother left to get food. When she finally left, Derrik snuck into the nest and pulled back the moss blanket that kept them warm, putting on off the eggs in the pouch without looking, eyes to the sky. After the egg was secure he began his decent, a new mount/companion within his grasp.

     Derrik was the second to return to the camp with a dragon egg, and the fifth to return all together. When he reached the hatching tent, he met another Brownie that would be part of his unit and his best friend. As he took his egg out of the pouch he noted the light shade of steel blue of the egg shell and the darker veins that ran through it. While he sat by the fire with it, he looked at it, noting the differences in the shades of the steel blue veins. When his dragon had hatched he moved to the Dragon Barn, where the hatchlings had to be watched and feed all the time, until it entered the yearling stage of its life.

     A year and half later the Brownie started to work with the dragon, training it, letting it fly from time to time unburdened, then with a saddle on its back and reins in its mouth, and eventually with a rider. The first rider was amazing for Derrik as he strapped himself to the saddle, his dragon perched on a branch. After the first ride, things seemed to get a lot easier. When he wasn't tending to his dragon, Derrik spent a lot of time with the members of his units, talking, joking, and having fun.

     About a year after his first ride his unit was selected to go out on patrol. Their things were packed in saddlebags, as rips in their uniform could occur and they might be out for a few days at a time. They set off in the early mornin, heading north before preparing the circle the settlement. About three hours flight north of the settlement they were attacked by a tree cat. The animal pounced from the tree, driving one of the four Brownies in Derrik's unit into a branch, rider crushed beneath the dragon. When the cat let go and searched for another target, the dragon fell to the ground, its wings crushed.

     Jeroth, Derrik's blue dragon swerved with the cat attacked, hitting a tree. Derrik threw his right arm out to keep form bashing his head open and a sickening crack answered as he hit the tree. During that time the cat had dispatched a second riders and a second cat was toying with the third riders in the unit. Jeroth took to the skies, crashing through the canopy to escape the cats. As they rose up, an eagle spotted them, and took off after the steel blue beast. Panic took over and the animal flew until it was too tired to fly any more, even after the eagle was lost. When they landed, Derrik tried to bandage up is arm and figure out where they were.

     Unwilling to try and find their camp again, now that everything that tied him there was gone, he headed out in the direction his dragon had been flying looking for civilization and traveling around the big world his human parents had talked about. When his arm had healed he found that he couldn't bear the weight and didn't have the same amount of movement as it wasn't set right and didn't heal right. It is pretty much useless now and he keeps it in a sling most of the time, only using it when he needs to steady something. From time to time it throbs painfully, but he's moved on. He now travels, looking for something, but not knowing what, just trying to stay alive for now.

Equipment
     Weapons: The only thing Derrik carries with him are the four quills that he has left from when he clipped the quills of his dragon and a small iron hunting knife. The other two had been lost during the battle with the tree cat. As his arm is messed up, he can't really wield his bow so he sold it. Things are mostly hit and miss with the quills and the iron knife is mostly used for skinning animals.

     Belongings:
- Iron Hunting Knife
- Dragon Quills
- Dragon Saddle w/ Reins
- Saddle Bags
- A couple tiny waterskins
- Clothes
- Food (depending on availability)
- A tiny coin pouch
- Blankets
     
Familiar
     Name: Jeroth
     Gender: Male
     Age: 3 1/2
     Race: Skyter Dracoid
     Type: Blue Dracoid
     
     Height: 22 nailsbreadth (at the shoulder)
     Length: 101 nailsbreadths
               Head: 5 nailsbreadths
               Base of head to nape of neck: 15 nailsbreadths
               Nape of neck to base of tail: 46 nailsbreaths
               Tail: 35 nailsbreaths
     Wingspan: 96 nailsbreadths

     Appearance: This creature has soft fur that is steel blue in color, ranging from the lighter shade that makes up the majority of its body, to the darker spots along its length. From what Derrik can see, no two spots are exactly the same shape, size or shade, and the solid, dark blue head, that is the trademark of the blues, is the darkest shade of steel blue on the beast's body. The dragon's eyes are what draw the attention of most. The dragons once pale grey eyes are slowly darkening to resemble those of its owner, solid orbs of stormy grey, like storm clouds on the horizon, darkening more with age.

     Six stubs can be seen on either side of the head, where Derrik clipped the quills that grow as a form of protection. Its long snout has a row of sharp teeth on the top and bottom, making it mainly a carnivore, but sometimes fruits find themselves impaled upon the pointed edges. The long neck snakes down toward the shoulders, where Derrik can be seen sitting in the saddle when riding. Massive feathery wings can be found behind that, the tips of the feathers a darker shade of steel blue, while thin bands, or veins, of the darker shade run across the top of the light blue that dominates the feathers.

     Personality/Temperament: Jeroth pretty much sticks to the general behavior of these beasts. He is, well, very mischievous and is always toying with Derrik and others around him, sometimes with the help of his owner. While he enjoys playing tricks, if the attention is on him, he is perfectly fine with anyone near him. Many people joke that the dragon is like a hound in some things, especially because he loves it when people scratch just below his head and to the left side of his neck.

     He is friendly with just about anyone, but overly protective and loyal to Derrik. Since leaving his second home, he and the beast have bonded closely, and they have been able to perform stunts that other riders didn’t achieve until their fifth or sixth year together. Derrik often feels bad that his choice to not return to the Aohu'o has prevented Jeroth from finding a mate, but the beast seems to enjoy being with his rider and out on the land so much that it cheers him up. Jeroth would protect the crippled Brownie with his life, and treats Derrik as on of his young (which is odd for a male) forcing him to rest if he beings to slump in the saddle or refusing to take off if his rider seems too tired.
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« Reply #5 on: August 13, 2008, 03:48:12 AM »

Thanks Rookie. Those things are taken care of. Colored certain changes, such as additions and rewordings that were more than a couple words long in Sea Green.
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« Reply #6 on: August 13, 2008, 03:55:11 AM »

Okiedoke,

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« Reply #7 on: August 13, 2008, 03:58:28 AM »

I read it, and everything looks good from me as well. :)

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« Reply #8 on: August 13, 2008, 01:40:38 PM »

Titled and Moved :)
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