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Description
I really love how the coloring came out here! Poor lil muse though, she ont talk to anyone/. x-x Still, I really do like the piccy and the muse hereself too. I even have her bio attached, let me know if youd like to rp with her!

BIRTH

Name: Amarantine Delisan
Nicknames: Mara, Eleven
Family: DECEASED

DESCRIPTION
Species: Dragoon/Human
Age: 11
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Golden blond with brown highlights
Height: 5'3"
Build: Lean, slightly childlike
Accessories:
1)Headband: This headband, made to look like a set of dragon wings, reflects the wings of her deceased dragon partner.
Clothing: Eleven's attire is simple, and in earthy tones. She wears a leather vest of normal, slightly past waist length. She dons a light white shirt with eastern collar, brown leather gloves which are fingerless, brown leather boots, and black pants.
Other: Eleven has two markings. The first is a blact tat of a wyvern dragon on her right shoulder, symbolic of her recieving a dragon partner. The second, on her left shoulder, is crude. It was carved with a knife and always seems an angry red, showing the roman numeral for the numver eleven: XI She also has a vicious scar across her chest.

PERSONAL

Likes: dragons, solitude, quiet, scenery, flying, falling

Dislikes: large crowds, people in general, others, dogs, horseradish

Personality: Very quiet and withdrawn, its hard to get anything out of her. She almost always seems distant, sad, remote. However, the rare person who she opens up to finds that she really an energetic, bright girl, merely bound by tragedy.

Quotes: "I... cant die. I cant leave. I cant give up... I have to honor Him and what He did for me."
"They're all gone... Im the last."
"You ask of me to be a child? I cannot... too much rides upon my shoulders. My dishonor would fall onto my people..."

ABILITIES

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

HISTORY

Eleven came from a clan of dragoon warriors. She was born as Amarantine, to a clan of dragoons whose specialty was befriending and ultimately partnering up with a dragon. But she was a strange one, even from birth. Her hair didnt match her element, nor did her eyes like all of the otehrs in her clan. Instead she had bright yellow hair and blue eyes, the mark of an eastern clan who would change into dragons. To make matters worse Amarantine's pupils would slit when she became agitated or upset, and this distanced her from many children her own age... and adults.

But she wasnt without love. Her family was very kind and supportive to her... and she had a firned. Often she would go out for some time alone, and she would meet up with HIm. She didnt know his name, but he was a bright red wyvern type dragon with beautiful rainbow wings. The two would talk for hours, tell each others their soirrows... until it was time to leave for home.

Mara as she was called was content with her life... but all wasnt right. THe nearby humans feared the dragoons... calling them "Demoncallers." And eventually, they found a way to defeat the dragons using a single Mage... thus leaving the dragoons unprotected. It was a battle to say the least. And one by one... Mara saw everyone die. But she didnt have a dragon, and so when the time came she was one of the last. A particularly sick human, who carved numbers into each of his victims, slashed her across the chest, and while she still lived carved the number eleven into her arm. Satisfied the job was done, the humans left after a through pillaging of course.

Mara's friend, the wyvern, came upon the scene when she had turned up missing. His heart welled with despair, knowing a dragoons fate should they die young. For a dragoon is only granted Paradise, a flight with Bahamut, should they gain honor within their life. But one so young... was usually doomed to vanish from the realms entirely. He did the only thing he knew to do... and gave her is lifeforce. It was enough to save her... but she was a changed individual. Looking upon the crabage it fell upon her to build a funeral pyre... for her family, for the village.. and for Him.

Afterwards, she took the name Eleven and set out to try and earn her honor.

Description
I really love how the coloring came out here! Poor lil muse though, she ont talk to anyone/. x-x Still, I really do like the piccy and the muse hereself too. I even have her bio attached, let me know if youd like to rp with her!

BIRTH

Name: Amarantine Delisan
Nicknames: Mara, Eleven
Family: DECEASED

DESCRIPTION
Species: Dragoon/Human
Age: 11
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Golden blond with brown highlights
Height: 5'3"
Build: Lean, slightly childlike
Accessories:
1)Headband: This headband, made to look like a set of dragon wings, reflects the wings of her deceased dragon partner.
Clothing: Eleven's attire is simple, and in earthy tones. She wears a leather vest of normal, slightly past waist length. She dons a light white shirt with eastern collar, brown leather gloves which are fingerless, brown leather boots, and black pants.
Other: Eleven has two markings. The first is a blact tat of a wyvern dragon on her right shoulder, symbolic of her recieving a dragon partner. The second, on her left shoulder, is crude. It was carved with a knife and always seems an angry red, showing the roman numeral for the numver eleven: XI She also has a vicious scar across her chest.

PERSONAL

Likes: dragons, solitude, quiet, scenery, flying, falling

Dislikes: large crowds, people in general, others, dogs, horseradish

Personality: Very quiet and withdrawn, its hard to get anything out of her. She almost always seems distant, sad, remote. However, the rare person who she opens up to finds that she really an energetic, bright girl, merely bound by tragedy.

Quotes: "I... cant die. I cant leave. I cant give up... I have to honor Him and what He did for me."
"They're all gone... Im the last."
"You ask of me to be a child? I cannot... too much rides upon my shoulders. My dishonor would fall onto my people..."

ABILITIES

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

HISTORY

Eleven came from a clan of dragoon warriors. She was born as Amarantine, to a clan of dragoons whose specialty was befriending and ultimately partnering up with a dragon. But she was a strange one, even from birth. Her hair didnt match her element, nor did her eyes like all of the otehrs in her clan. Instead she had bright yellow hair and blue eyes, the mark of an eastern clan who would change into dragons. To make matters worse Amarantine's pupils would slit when she became agitated or upset, and this distanced her from many children her own age... and adults.

But she wasnt without love. Her family was very kind and supportive to her... and she had a firned. Often she would go out for some time alone, and she would meet up with HIm. She didnt know his name, but he was a bright red wyvern type dragon with beautiful rainbow wings. The two would talk for hours, tell each others their soirrows... until it was time to leave for home.

Mara as she was called was content with her life... but all wasnt right. THe nearby humans feared the dragoons... calling them "Demoncallers." And eventually, they found a way to defeat the dragons using a single Mage... thus leaving the dragoons unprotected. It was a battle to say the least. And one by one... Mara saw everyone die. But she didnt have a dragon, and so when the time came she was one of the last. A particularly sick human, who carved numbers into each of his victims, slashed her across the chest, and while she still lived carved the number eleven into her arm. Satisfied the job was done, the humans left after a through pillaging of course.

Mara's friend, the wyvern, came upon the scene when she had turned up missing. His heart welled with despair, knowing a dragoons fate should they die young. For a dragoon is only granted Paradise, a flight with Bahamut, should they gain honor within their life. But one so young... was usually doomed to vanish from the realms entirely. He did the only thing he knew to do... and gave her is lifeforce. It was enough to save her... but she was a changed individual. Looking upon the crabage it fell upon her to build a funeral pyre... for her family, for the village.. and for Him.

Afterwards, she took the name Eleven and set out to try and earn her honor.