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Name: Calilien Linadal
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Elven
Description: He has never been seen by human or elf, his identity long forgotten to those who once might of known him. He is clocked by his black hood, which only allows the faint curve of his nose to be seen, and sometimes the rare flash of deep green eyes and the odd brown curl. He is tall and only appears taller in his hidden, mysterious form.
Just like him, he is only ever seen riding one horse. A stallion of pure ebony, and wild eyes. Daugnon, Calilien calls him. But to humans and elves alike, he is known as 'Ghost' among other things.
Dragon: Aldur - DEAD [Day Dragon]
History: Born and raised in a small elven city, he swiftly left the over protective safety of his parents and explored the landscape alongside his dark steed. He was never a happy child, never seeing the reason to be happy with so much hate in the world. He has never found love, nor ever really wanted to settle down and have children. He tends to roam the lands, never staying longer then a day or a week at most.
He was once a young rider, finding a egg on the side of the road which hatched with him [he was around 16 at the time]
Personality:
Family: None. Dead, or he no longer speaks with them.
Other:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Elven
Description: He has never been seen by human or elf, his identity long forgotten to those who once might of known him. He is clocked by his black hood, which only allows the faint curve of his nose to be seen, and sometimes the rare flash of deep green eyes and the odd brown curl. He is tall and only appears taller in his hidden, mysterious form.
Just like him, he is only ever seen riding one horse. A stallion of pure ebony, and wild eyes. Daugnon, Calilien calls him. But to humans and elves alike, he is known as 'Ghost' among other things.
Dragon: Aldur - DEAD [Day Dragon]
History: Born and raised in a small elven city, he swiftly left the over protective safety of his parents and explored the landscape alongside his dark steed. He was never a happy child, never seeing the reason to be happy with so much hate in the world. He has never found love, nor ever really wanted to settle down and have children. He tends to roam the lands, never staying longer then a day or a week at most.
He was once a young rider, finding a egg on the side of the road which hatched with him [he was around 16 at the time]
Personality:
Family: None. Dead, or he no longer speaks with them.
Other:
