OCs And Rp

Eragon Rp (Inherataince Series)

Name:Mercedes

Species:Human

Gender: Female

Age:18

Favorite Weapon: A long bow made from a willow with engravings of one of her favorite tales of the Dragons

Primary skills: Archery, Speech, Stealth, and Cooking

Secondary skills: Swordsmanship, Blocking, and Magic

Description: Long auburn hair that reaches to her butt, pale complexion, golden hazel eyes, long  nails, and 5'2

Attire: A dark brown tunic, light creme colored trousers, black knee high boots, a pair of worn black gloves and a matching hood. Wears a white gold necklace and a diamond in the middle that could put the stars to shame(typically kept hidden)

Armor:(None yet)

Personality: Mercedes is a quiet girl that isn't known to anger quickly, but when she is it isn't pretty. Typically shy around strangers, but she has a sense of humor,a kind caring heart, and a contagious smile with a dash of sass to top it all off

Bit of history: Mercedes came from a poor mother and father with nothing to their names, but it was decided that she would live with her more wealthy grandparents until the father had found a home and land that met their standards. At the age of three her grandparents had received a letter that her mother had left for another man and gave birth to his son and by the age of 6 Mercedes's mother had given birth to another daughter. Mercedes grew up with little taste or concern for her siblings when her mind was occupied learning to read, write, dance, and live the life of a proper noblewomen. Yet her grandparents took great pride in teaching her the arts of archery and stealth. They not only taught her the ways of the noble life, but also the ways of surviving. As the years passed she grew into a women having small visits with her parents and siblings. Her father would open his arms in welcome when he came while her mother would snarl and complain whenever Mercedes did something wrong, while her siblings went about unpunished. Mercedes had pushed her mother away to avoid the hurt of being denied and unapproved until the age 13 when her father had finally gotten the suitable land and farm. He decided it was time to call for his daughter. The grandparents parted with great regret, but sent her books, a map, and her birthstone around her neck. On the farm she was forced into harder labor that began to burn away the baby fat on her body and she was soon 15 when her father began to teach her the art of swordsmanship. A task easy for such a large man with experience, while it proved a little more difficult for the small girl, but she had a greater determination than most.
——————Dragon——————
Name: Kelemens(Merciful)

Color: Snow White

Gender: Male

Eyes:Lavender

Height:6 ft

Length:25 ft

Wing Span: 14 ft

Personality:He is very defensive. He is understanding and thoughtful of a plan before acting and very skeptical

Favorite food: Smoked pork or venison

Likes: Flying around, neck scratches, and swimming

Dislikes: Whips, taunting of his rider, his rider being threatened, his rider being where he can't see her

Extra:Mercedes found Klemens egg during a hike through the patch of woods inside her father's land around the spring she turned 15. She had been sent out to find a run away mare that was due to give birth any day. As she followed the horse's tracks she came upon a dead willow that dipped into a small, crystal clear pond near by. She had found the mare and the chestnut colt under the willow along with a strange white stone with purple veins that scattered everywhere like untamed grapevines. Mercedes took the stone having thought of it's beauty rare. When she returned her father studied the stone and deemed it beautiful and priceless and better kept for herself. That night she had woke suddenly when she felt something crawl up by her feet. She thought nothing of it thinking it was the barn Cat that would sneak in from time to time. As the creature drew closer she slipped her hand from the warm blanket laid it upon the cold, smooth surface. Suddenly a chilling pain ran up her arm as if her arm had fallen asleep, but it soon settled upon her right hand with a burning itch before it felt as if cool spring water had washed over it. She held her hand gently before looking at the curious white creature that watched her carefully and curiously before she felt it. She felt everything. Hunger. Curiosity. And a small sense of helplessness. She. Mercedes Weirich. Granddaughter of nobles. Daughter of a whore mother and a poor father. Was staring at a dragon. Was marked to be a rider. Was destined to leave home...And she smiled carefully picking up hatchling who squeaked slightly before crawling to her shoulder as she stood up. "I better tell Dad."