Baralas

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Stats
Name: Baralas
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Archer

Description: Baralas has a slender but tenacious build with dark grey-brown hair, grey eyes, a straight nose and a pale complexion. He keeps his hair just a tad too long, but he likes it that way. He usually dresses in form-fitting clothes that won't hinder him when he's out hunting/tracking. He does like bright, cool colours but he usually pairs them with neutral coats/armour so that he stays camouflaged. 
Personality: Baralas is a practical person. He loves functional things that are well-made and does not need embellishments. The few items that do have some sparkle to them are likely gifts from his family or loved ones. Not many people realise he is of high birth, which Baralas thinks is a good thing. He wouldn't want to be treated differently.
Short Bio: Baralas was born in a noble family and got all the perks that came with his lineage. But he was never one to enjoy politics or to take an interest in moving up in the world. He would just rather do what he loves and protect his people. 
Hobbies: Spending time in seedy taverns.
Aspirations: Living a quiet life. 
Pets: Grey-brown Wolfhound Eren

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Hatching
By the time a 8 months had passed on Danach, as the planet was called, the crew of elves knew what to expect from hatchings and baby dragons as four of them had already bonded. The Cathair had taken them in, asking little questions and providing them with shelter, food and education. And so they were quite eager to try again. 
Dragons hatched and bonded, finally a small blue male made his way toward Tiatha and hesitated a little bit before he asked:
"If it would please you, I think I might be your bond."
It most certainly would, Chrenyoch." Tiatha replied with a smile on her face. 
More dragons hatched and bonded, until finally, only one egg was left. The egg shook and wobbled, until it finally spilled over and crashed apart on the sand. A light silver dragon rolled out, all wing and tail and limb. But he righted himself and held his head high as he ventured toward Baralas and said:
"You are someone that knows the value of life. You are someone that will fit me well."
"Thank you for your trust, Noloruch." Baralas thanked. 

Silver Noloruch hatched at Cathair Kosavon

Size: 24' / 98'
Personality: Meticulous, clean, moral, disruptive
Abilities: Telepathy, Teleportation, and Firebreath

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Flight
Falyeith roared and rose. Her vision was focused, up was where she needed to go and up is where she would take the many willing chasers that had responded to her call. Among them were dragons she knew, but also some of visiting dragonriders. When a starry dragon rose, it caused quite a stir. Pleased with the effect she was having, the usually sweet dragoness snarled her challenge and sped away.
A multitude of blacks, silvers, coppers, brass and even a few stray blue and slate dragons followed the starry. Among them was Baralas' Noloruch. Their riders were on friendly terms, but Noloruch wouldn't mind being a little closer to Eriel's Falyeith. And if he'd read the starry's hints, he was pretty certain she at least liked him too. But it wouldn't be a good flight if she just surrendered. 
The blues and slates were the first to drop off, unable to keep up with Falyeith's sudden movements, her disorganised nature actually helping her in the first leg of the race. However, some of the larger dragons were catching on to a subconscious pattern and she had a few close calls. Enough of them to earnestly try to come up with a decent strategy in any way. 
She sped in a straight line, only occasionally throwing in a sudden turn and that got rid of most of her suitors. Noloruch kept up with her and so did a few blacks and another silver. The flight had now reached the last stage and would soon end. Falyeith wanted to drag it out as long as possible, but suddenly, a shadow appeared from above. And there was Noloruch who'd somehow eluded her gaze and had snuck close. His tail caught hers and with a snort, Falyeith resigned. There never had been a doubt who she'd allow to fly her but nobody needed to know that. 

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[STORY]  -'-,-  [BARALAS] [DAENYS] [ERIEL] [GHILANNA] [MALTATHDAR] [SUDRYL] [TIATHA]

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