<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/White_snow_by_heise-2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Dyonis William<br/>Elf (raised by humans as a human)<br/>19 (human years)<br/><br/>Dyonis  was young even by elven standards. However, he was found nineteen years ago as an infant. A bundle upon the steps of a church he was raised to be a human despite his elven heritage and ears. The priests that raised him fed him lies that he was born with birth defects that showed mostly on his ears. He bore a marking upon his right cheek that went up the side of his eye. It was not a scar but a birthmark. He was raised amongst the dragon hunter and tamer clans when the church he was growing up in fell during the last war to over take these lands. He was never one to hold grudges and eagerly took to learning to be a dragon tamer. He had an inate talent to sense magic. Almost like he was seeing it. Which he hid from the other tamers as he didn't want to be used as a weapon against dragons. Dragons fascinated him in ways that not even the dragon hunters and tamers would ever be able to understand. He was daydreaming about one day soaring through the heavens with a dragon at his side. Well him on its back but more importantly...feeling a sense of freedom.<br/><br/>He was snapped out of his day dream when a young woman bumped into him. It was like being shocked by static electricity when their forms touched. For a second he was dazed by the surge of magic. He looked at her studyingly. "Are you alright miss?" he asks. He caught her hand. "Let me treat you to something to eat. I should have not been daydreaming and should have been paying attention. Then I would not have caused you to bump into me." Something about her seemed to call to a dormant place extremely deep inside of him. His pointy ears showed through the blond strands of hair.  "My name is Dyonis. What might yours be?" he asks. He was a young tamer but he always held a secret respect and fascination in dragons.