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Name: Ienigard
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Squire
Weapons: Long sword
Pet(s): None
Other item(s): knapsack (you will find out what is in it)
Appearance:

History: Ienigard was born in a land far away. When he was five, Ienigard was taken from his parents to train as a squire for a knight. Despite their cries, there was nothing they could do, for that was how things were done. The knight that Ienigard had been assigned to was unfortunately cruel. For years the knight treated the boy like scum and, whenever the knight did anything that was frowned upon, the knight placed the blame on his squire's shoulders. Of course, Ienigard would have quit. However, he was bound to a contract which was created when he was born. If he left his line of work, then his parents would no longer be supported by the monarchy.

For, many years, Ienigard was forced to deal with the knight until one day, his parents were killed in an attack. Knowing that the contact between himself and the knight no longer held him (since his parents no longer had to be cared for), Ienigard left, taking what only he needed to survive. By this time, Ienigard was 19. For 3 years he traveled aimlessly, until he heard about a mission given by a King in a faraway land; it was a quest to save the Ice Dragons. Intrigued, Ienigard(who was now 22) made his way to the Kingdom... which took him 3 years...
Personality: oh, you will see

((Alright, let's get this thing going again))

Einigard had made it to the castle. He could not really believe that he had finally reached his destination, for it had taken him three years to get that far; the journey had been long and hard, testing his courage and strength. But he was there nonetheless, he had somehow done it. However, something was terribly wrong. Many buildings were torn down and even though there was much blood, no carcasses could be found; it was quite evident that some kind of battle took place recently, quite recent in fact, for the smell of blood was still fresh in the air. Looking around at the damage all around him, the squire continued down the deserted road, his nose crinkling to the horrid stench of carnage.

Einigard did not have to travel far before he came across the giant body of a dragon. The squire immediately stopped in his tracks, not believing what he was seeing. The mission which he had accepted to take part in seemed to already be in jeapardy, for one of the dragons he had to protect was already dead. But how was that possible? Weren't they supposed to be asleep? Shaking his head, Einigard continued on his way. It would probably be best if some questions were left unanswered.

The farther he went, the more people he saw. Most of them were soldiers however, or some form of security. They were all cleaning up the carcasses and corpses that littered the streets. None of them eyed him as he passed, however; it was as if he did not exist. "Well, can't really blame them," said the squire outloud to himself as he reached the castle doors. And right when he was about to enter, an elf appeared, opening the doors as he left the structure which Einigard was about to enter. But before the squire could say anything, the elf disappeared, his steps lively and without any duration. "Strange," said the squire again outloud as he turned to the doors, soon opening them. "I am beginning to think that I am too late..."

Anima slowly opened her eyes, hearing many people about. She looked around, noticing she was in a white bed. She looked along the beds, seeing Wodra chained to the wall by a steal collar. The girl slowly stood to her feet, walking carefully to her beast, "Wodra...?"

The hippogriff slowly looked up, giving out a chirp to his partner. His wing was bandaged up, his foreclaw was held stiff by a splint.

Anima smiled, and kneeled down next to Wodra, petting his neck and she hugged him, "At least they took care of you..."

The girl rested against the beast before she looked up and about, "So... Did something happen while I was asleep?"

((Yes, fear the hair!!))

"No," Ninn said. "This is nothing," Ninn turned his face so that the man wouldn't notice his tears falling down his face. "I'm a solder of the king, and my name is Ninn. Please, if I see you again, never remind me of this day or ask of my past. Thank you." Ninn finished and as he walked up the stairway and past a mirror. Ninn learned to use mirror for advantages. He looked at the mirror and waited till the man was in it so he could see him better. Once he had done that he moved on and by the time he got to the top of the stairs the kind turned a corner and looked at his solder bleeding uncontrollably.

"Your Highness, I must talk to you. And this man wants to as well." Ninn showed the human into the thrown room. The king sat down in his chair alone without the queen who was out in the far reaches of the kingdom viewing their defenses. She was very smart when it came to military.

((The king anyone can play, just a reminder))

The king was blank. His most trusted warrior was bleeding and crying and a now someone wants to join a quest that has been totally ruined. Golpen had no idea what to say. As the king was about to talk towns people rushed into the throne room.

"Ninn! On Sylphea's necklace your face is the centure and the doctors don't know what to do. You should be down here now!" A girl said. Most of the people in the city know Ninn. This girls name was Alesha and was ten years old. This girl really had a thing for Ninn. He went over a few times to have supper with the little neko's family and she was trying to act normal at the table when her parents were around but when they weren't she was trying to sweet talk with Ninn.

This girls face was red with furry, sadness and embarsement. She was mad because, Ninn aparently was "taken" as she would put it when she was trying to act all muture in front Ninn. She was saddened because Sylphea was like her bigg sister. They were always like best friends. And embarest because of her first emotion at a time like this.

Ninn got up and said to the king. "Give this man what should happen now and I will go and down to Sylphea." Ninn said running out the door as fast as he could.

Einigard stayed on his knees, waiting for a response from the one whom he would now revere for the rest of his life. However, after a few moments of silence, the squire soon found that the King was not going to speak for reasons unknown to him; the silence had fallen down on the atmosphere, almost making it hard to breath. Confused, the squire lifted his head to see what was delaying the King's response when he noticed that a girl had entered the room. The girl was not yet in her teen years, that much was certain, however, she did look quite mature for her age. Whomever she was, her facial expression was clear: she mad at Ninn. With her face a now deep red, the girl's voice soon broke into the silence, shattering it into nothingness.

In confusion, Einigard listened to what she said, speaking of something about a necklace that had his face on it. What was going on? But it soon seemed that he would find out, for Ninn soon left the room with the girl, telling the King to update him on what was to happen next. Realizing that he now had the King's attention once more, the squire lowered his head to the floor once more, awaiting the King's words.

However, before the King could speak, another interuption was made. Hearing foot steps from more than one person, the Einigard, for the second time, lifted his head so he could see the newcommers. To his surprise, the squire first spotted a hypogriff which was soon followed by a girl, a girl that looked quite exhausted. After speaking about some claoked man killing the dragon, the girl fell to her knees, no doubt from exhaustion. As soon as this occured, the King spoke for the first time since they had entered the chamber. "Guards!" And immediately, two men garbed in rich attire, came in, swords at their side. "Take this woman to her chambers. She seems to have suffered greatly from the battle. Now go!"

With quick movements, the guards immediately fell down to the side of the girl, attempting to pick her up. As Einigard watched this, he felt more and more useless. Something major had already occured, leaving him out of the loop. But nonetheless, the squire stayed where he kneeled, once more, bowing his head to the ground. When the girl had been taken care of, the King spoke once more, soon rising from his throne. "Einigard, I have heard of you. A squire of a noble knight known as Bossk. However, from what I hear, you were not obedient. In fact, you were quite troublesome." As the King spoke, the newcommer remained silent, not daring to contridict such a powerful man. There were reasons why he had acted the way he did, but there was no way of understanding that.

The King continued, his voice quite stern as he made his way towards the squire who lay kneeling before him. As soon as his entire image loomed over him, the King stopped, his eyes looking him over. "However, I am impressed by your journey to my Kingdom. That proves that you have spirit... and a courage that burns bright inside of you. I should execute you for your actions at your own homeland, for I do rule over all. However, I will use this mission as a kind of repentance. I would like you to lead the exhibitation to save the last Ice Dragon. Although the first turned out to be quite furocious, we are quite sure that the other will be able to aid us in the not so distant future."

The King paused once more, turning around and turning to his throne which he soon sat himself into. "And, if Anima was correct and if he was defeating, than the last of the Bekians have been destroyed. Meaning that we will have the upperhand against all opposition if we save this dragon and breed it for battle. Sir Einigard!" Hearing his name, the squire stood to his feet, his eyes staring at the ground out of respect for his power. "Einigard," repeated the King, "I would like you to start up a party and journey to the far reaches of the land to awaken the last dragon. I am intrusting you. Many of my best men had been killed... so, it is only proper for me to send you. That will be all." Bowing, Einigard turned and left....

Anima rested in her bed, she wasn't relaxed though. Her energy was still low, and a few burn marks were peirced through the skin, pulling out drops of blood. Her fingers twitched every now and then, showing she was at least still alive.

The guards were a bit hesitant about leaving, mainly because of the fact that Wodra wouldn't let them leave through the only door. He stood four feet from the door, staring at it. His wings slowly spread, sensing the change in the building.

The beast's front left claw was teid close to his body, trying to keep it straight. He kept silent, with exception of shaking his wing, trying to get the bandages off.