Matterick and Ialir

NAME: Matterick Anoris (M�terrick)
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
EYES: Green
HAIR: Shoulder length, black
HEIGHT: 6�5�
WEIGHT: 170

APPEARANCE: His hair is kept back in a ponytail with a leather strap, keeping the hair out of his face. His skin is tan and smooth, his face unmarked by a beard. Along the left side of his jaw runs a thin scar, several inches long. He has wide shoulders, but is not overly powerful, his frame more agile then most.

ABILITIES: He is incredibly flexible, and has an innate ability to climb. He was trained to fight, but in a style not seen very often. He carries no weapons, and has no armor, for his body is the only weapon he will ever need.

WEAKNESSES: He has little to no school training, and does not know how to read or write. He is also a little short tempered, and expects a lot from people.

PERSONALITY:
Matterick is slightly cautious, but moves with the confidence of a lion. He is not afraid to admit when he is wrong, and is willing to learn, but has a mean streak in him that erupts when a friend gets hurt. He is slow to trust people, but is steadfastly loyal once that trust is earned. Do not break that trust, or he will come after you.

HISTORY:
Matterick was born in the city of Marketa , and he never knew his mother. Many people said he looked like one woman who worked at the Silver Brothel over on Stinky Street, but he never took the time to go see. He grew up a wild child, running the streets with other children, forming them up into armies of little people. He would hatch wild schemes to separate people from their money, and soon his little gang was the best group of child cutpurses in the city.

One day, he was caught by himself, wandering the streets looking for another target. For several days now, his description had been sent around the city, and the guards were after him. He was grabbed from behind him, and struggling only earned him a savage slap to the face that split his lip and dazed him. When his head cleared, he was thrown into a cell, the guards laughing as they locked the door. �Welcome to your new home rat. Get comfortable, you will be spending a long time in here.�

For several weeks, Matterick was kept in his cage, food slipped under the door twice a day. When he had given up all hope of escape, or of talking to another person, his cell door was opened and another person was thrown in. Instead of crashing to her face like all the others, she had rolled and come up on her feet, her hands held up in a fighting position as one of the guards tried to follow her in. When the guard reached for his billy club, the woman had struck out with her foot, slapping it across the guard�s face three times in a row, then spinning on her toe and delivering a heel kick to the side of his head.

The guard had dropped like a rock, and Matterick saw unarmed fighting for the first time. The guards had left the woman alone from that point forward, and Matterick and the woman became cell mates.

She moved over to a wall and dropped down, wincing as she bent her knees. She caught Matterick staring at her, and gave the 12 year old a grin. �Hiya kiddo, they lock you up too? Well, my names Kila, and it looks like we are going to be stuck together for a while. Or, at least until they give us a trial, which should be in about 20 or so years.�

Matterick, always brave, moved over and set next to Kila. �Why were you arrested?� he asked her. She cocked her head at him a bit, a grin on her face.

�Well, it seems they don�t appreciate a person picking pockets around here, and I especially think they frown on killing a guard when they try to arrest you. Seems no one these days know how to fight with your hands and feet. Think a simple steel stick make you invincible.� She said, laughing to herself. She moved to the other side of the small cell, and then stretched out on the ground. �Ok kiddo, I am getting a few winks for now, don�t touch me when I sleep unless you want to know what a bell feels like when you hit it.�

Rolling to her side, she had promptly fallen asleep and began snoring. Matterick was curious about the woman, and moved closer to get a better view. She was of average height, with short, sandy blonde hair and a plain face. Her hands showed years of fighting, thick calluses on the palms and knuckles. She did not have one ounce of fat on her thin frame, the corded muscles standing tightly out from the skin.

Her warning slipping from his mind, Matterick had leaned closer, his hand reaching down the keep him from falling on her. Unfortunately, he did not look to see what he was putting his hand on, and put his hand on her rear. Her eyes snapped open to see Matterick�s face mere inches away, and she lashed out. Matterick dodged to the side, then did a back flip to get out of her range. He dropped to a low stance, unsure of whether or not he had any chance against her.

To his surprise, she calmly pushed herself up and sat against the wall, looking at him in surprise. �Ya got some quickness in ya kid, and I can see that your instincts are right. But you need to hold your hands a little higher, and don�t spread your feet so far apart, it makes it harder for you to react.�

This had been the beginning of Matterick�s training, which Kila drilled into him for the next seven years. His frail body had quickly toughened under her supervision, and he was an apt student. When he marked off another day marker on the wall one day, he realized that he was nineteen. Pulling out a thin wire he had procured a few weeks back, he had once more gone back to working on the lock to the cell door. Kila had been sleeping when the lock finally clicked loudly, and Matterick pushed the door open. She woke when he threw some hay at her, and together, they had made their escape.

Once they were several blocks away from the jail, they had stopped in a small alley, both of them very filthy and in need of a bath to rid several years worth of grime from their bodies. �Well kid, I can�t train you no more. You can hold your own against the toughest fighter, no matter what the weapon. Remember what I taught you, and trust your instincts, and you will be alright.� She had said, then turned to leave the alley.

Matterick had reached out then, placing a hand on Kila�s shoulder. When she turned back to him, he had hugged her, a strange emotion rising up in him. For several moments, they had simply stood there, unexpected emotions rising up with their first and last separation after several years together. She broke away from him then, disappearing into the crowd, and he never saw her again.

The next several days he spent evading capture by the city watch. He managed to hide from most of them, but clashed with them on more then one occasion, and his years under Kila�s tutelage paid off. With simply blows of his hands and feet, he dented breastplates and helms, stunning guard after guard and leaving them sitting on the road, clearing their heads while he made his escape. He was forced to leave the city, disappearing into the forests surrounding the city. He had managed to steal a set of clothes before leaving the city, and found a crystal clear lake formed at the bottom of a small waterfall. He had managed to clean off several years of grime from his body, and felt clean for the first time in his life. His hair was extremely long, buy he liked it, so he left it that way, tying back with a strip of leather.

He set had set out once more, not really sure of where he was going to go. A faint voice in the back of his head suggested a direction, towards the mountains nearby, so he set out, enjoying freedom after a very long time of imprisonment. Hour after hour, he walked, the voice in his head growing stronger as he neared the mountains. He thought perhaps he was going insane at one time, but as the voice was not telling him to do anything strange, decided to play along�for now.

After a few days he came up to the base of a very large cliff, and noticed a caravan starting to make it�s way up the narrow path. With his smooth talking, he managed to talk his way into a job for food and a tent. Little did he know that the caravan was a carnival heading towards Whiteriver Warren for a celebration, and there would begin the next part of his life.

Dragon: Ialir
AGE: Hatchling
GENDER: Male
COLOR: White with blue tiger stripes
EYES: Gold

APPEARANCE: When full grown he will be very long, almost as large as a queen dragon, though not as massive. He has very large wings, but does not have a large frame, instead flying through the air like an arrow.

PERSONALITY: Ialir is very confident, and knows that his is a little different from other dragons in the warren, being of a different coloring and size. He is very smart, which caused the other, older dragons to watch him closely as he grew up. Ialir has begun to train M�tterick in how to be sociable, as seven years in jail left him a bit inexperienced. At the same time, M�terrick has given Ialir his sense of fighting, and the two move as if one in the air. Ialir is a dangerous foe, using his narrow frame to fly circles around his usually bulkier opponents. Unlike other dragons, Ialir is not afraid to fight his own kind, but chooses not to out of a deep sense of respect for those in warrens.

ABILITIES: He has very strong telepathy, and can communicate with other dragons from a great distance away, though he rarely uses this power. His fire is also unusual, being more like a sniper shot then a shotgun blast. It can shoot out over 200 hundred feet in front of him, but in a very thin stream, no thicker then a man, and does not fan out until the very end. The fire itself is different, being a deep cobalt color.