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Description

Trainer:

Name: Eira Arnadóttir
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"

Personality:

Upbeat - Over dramatic - Excitable - Forgetful - Impulsive - Friendly

Likes:
- Baths
- Flying
- Peas
- Cramped spaces
- Sleeping
- Fishing
- Rainbow Trout (It's her and Brant's favorite)

Dislikes:
- Ghost stories
- Large amounts of strangers
- Being crowded
- Gravity (It has it out for her)
- Things too high to reach

Bio:
Eira grew up on the island with her parents and two older brothers. Like her brothers, Eira learned to fight and how to use a sword and shield... and a hammer... and an ax, as well as how to hunt and take care of her weapons. Her childhood was fairly normal for someone growing up in Berk and didn't really have anything too spectacular or out of the normal happen to her.
When she was fifteen, dragons stopped being the bane of her people's existence and their most hated enemy and were instead turned into odd sorts of house pets. Which... she actually liked; they seemed to make rather nice companions. However, it wasn't until Eira was nineteen that she winded up getting a dragon of her own. Well... Sort of.
On her way back home from a bit of fishing, the ground gave out from underneath her and Eira found herself falling into part of the tunnel systems under Berk. Unfortunately, the way she arrived was too high for her to reach. So, the girl winded up wandering the tunnel in search of an exit. Soon enough, there was rumbling and the sound of whispering that seemed to get closer with each second. And then a Whispering Death appeared. Eira didn't know what to do that would prevent her from getting eaten. So... she panicked and threw a fish at the thing. Surprisingly enough, it worked. In the end, she managed to avoid getting eaten. It just cost her an entire basket of fish.
Eria couldn't help but be... curious about this dragon. So, a week later, she set off with another basket of fish and hopped down into the same tunnel and sure enough ran into the dragon again. The same thing happened as it did last time. This... became a habit of sorts for her. Every week, she would catch more fish then go drop by and pa the dragon a visit. She'd give him fish, he didn't eat her, and so on. After some time had passed, Eira eventually managed to the dragon and bond with him. Pretty much only really sunny days separate them now.

Dragon:

Name: Brant
Species: Whispering Death
Age: Adult
Color: Steel Grey
Class: Boulder
Size: 77 ft. (A great deal smaller than the rest of his species)
Attitude: Territorial, Protective, Intelligent, Cautious

Additional:
* Brant loves fish
* Brant usually only comes out during the day if it's really cloud or foggy
* Despite learning how to fight and such with her brothers, Eira was forced to learn how to do house work and such by her mother
* Makes great stew and grilled fish
* Eira's brothers are named Jorun (26) and Asbjorn (23)

Description

Trainer:

Name: Eira Arnadóttir
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"

Personality:

Upbeat - Over dramatic - Excitable - Forgetful - Impulsive - Friendly

Likes:
- Baths
- Flying
- Peas
- Cramped spaces
- Sleeping
- Fishing
- Rainbow Trout (It's her and Brant's favorite)

Dislikes:
- Ghost stories
- Large amounts of strangers
- Being crowded
- Gravity (It has it out for her)
- Things too high to reach

Bio:
Eira grew up on the island with her parents and two older brothers. Like her brothers, Eira learned to fight and how to use a sword and shield... and a hammer... and an ax, as well as how to hunt and take care of her weapons. Her childhood was fairly normal for someone growing up in Berk and didn't really have anything too spectacular or out of the normal happen to her.
When she was fifteen, dragons stopped being the bane of her people's existence and their most hated enemy and were instead turned into odd sorts of house pets. Which... she actually liked; they seemed to make rather nice companions. However, it wasn't until Eira was nineteen that she winded up getting a dragon of her own. Well... Sort of.
On her way back home from a bit of fishing, the ground gave out from underneath her and Eira found herself falling into part of the tunnel systems under Berk. Unfortunately, the way she arrived was too high for her to reach. So, the girl winded up wandering the tunnel in search of an exit. Soon enough, there was rumbling and the sound of whispering that seemed to get closer with each second. And then a Whispering Death appeared. Eira didn't know what to do that would prevent her from getting eaten. So... she panicked and threw a fish at the thing. Surprisingly enough, it worked. In the end, she managed to avoid getting eaten. It just cost her an entire basket of fish.
Eria couldn't help but be... curious about this dragon. So, a week later, she set off with another basket of fish and hopped down into the same tunnel and sure enough ran into the dragon again. The same thing happened as it did last time. This... became a habit of sorts for her. Every week, she would catch more fish then go drop by and pa the dragon a visit. She'd give him fish, he didn't eat her, and so on. After some time had passed, Eira eventually managed to the dragon and bond with him. Pretty much only really sunny days separate them now.

Dragon:

Name: Brant
Species: Whispering Death
Age: Adult
Color: Steel Grey
Class: Boulder
Size: 77 ft. (A great deal smaller than the rest of his species)
Attitude: Territorial, Protective, Intelligent, Cautious

Additional:
* Brant loves fish
* Brant usually only comes out during the day if it's really cloud or foggy
* Despite learning how to fight and such with her brothers, Eira was forced to learn how to do house work and such by her mother
* Makes great stew and grilled fish
* Eira's brothers are named Jorun (26) and Asbjorn (23)