Name: Aranel
Dragon's name: Dwerva, in the ancient language, meaning Night.
Age: 18
Dragon's age in human years: 6.
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Dragon's Gender: Female.

Appearance: Aranel is lean, like most elves, but tall, around 6'0" or so. His blue eyes are as vibrant as the ocean that surrounds the island of Illium, while his hair is a rich brown that flows about his shoulders, tied back with a loose strip of leather. He moves with the grace of an elf, even in his rough steel armor that was forged for him, not sung from the trees surrounding his home. The armor is plated, spreading over his body and hiding a layer of chain mail underneath the metal. His helm is shaped like the skull of his dragon, Dwerva, in the front, with two horns circling back to meet at their tips at the brow and back of the helm. He hardly wears it, though, except when riding, as it helps to keep the wind from his eyes. 

Dwerva, his dragon, is named aptly so, as her scales are as dark as the night sky, except for her ivory talons, which glitter like the stars when seen against her scales. She, being young, bears no armor, as she is still growing. If you need a size for scale, she is currently around as big as a dragon in Skyrim would be, with a wingspan of 30 feet on either side of her.
Personality: Cool, and collected, he has spent most of his life being frowned-upon for his heritage of being a half-elf, but not treated unfairly, given how rare children are for Elves. He doesn't have a very good grasp of fun, except for the traditional celebrations of his kind.
Dwerva is wise beyond her years, as all dragons are, but she tries to encourage her Rider to get out and actually have some fun.
Universe: Eragon's universe in the Inheritance Cycle, set many years down the line when dragons were more abundant once again.

Abilities: He is fluent in the Ancient Language, which prevents lying to one's knowledge, meaning if he believes it to be true, he can say it. The Ancient Language is also a way to channel his magic in a safer way, rather than casting it non-verbally and risking the spell changing with his focus.
Given the nature of his Heritage, he is only near half-superhuman in terms of strength and speed, with his base being around a human in their prime. His senses are enhanced, however, and he is able to sense most things around him, like the life of the trees, and insects, and other people, and draw on it for spells if necessary.
He is also proficient in swordplay.
Dwerva is a prodigy of the Ancient Language, and can breathe fire. She's as strong as any dragon, and fast, able to pull off many acrobatic maneuvers. Sometimes she and her rider can also meld their energies together, making them stronger than any normal magician in their world.

Items/Equipment: Besides his armor, he has two brightsteel swords, one newly forged by Rhunon, forgemaster of the Riders, and her apprentice, named Freohr, or Death, as its shimmering black design seems to reflect most light. It is positioned at his hip, the blade around 3 feet long. Freohr is kept in a black scabbard, though there are ivory carvings down the length of the scabbard, reflected on Arvindr's, or Wind-Eagle's, purple scabbard. Arvindr is a shimmering Purple hand and a half blade, in the style of a four-foot broadsword, slung across his back, with the hilt over his left shoulder. Both blades are fixed with a glittering diamond at the tip of the hilt, made for storing energy so that he can draw from them if needed.
History: His history isn't that grand, despite one of the eggs of the dragons hatching for him. He was raised in Ellesmera, the capital of the Elven kingdom, like many others his age when the war with Galbatorix had ended and the elves were seeking to repopulate. He was born near the end of the growth, however, so he had few others his own age to actually spend time with. When the leader of the Riders sent Eggs from his dragon back to Ellesmera to continue the tradition that had been started with Saphira, dragon of Eragon, and the children had been brought around the eggs, he was more than surprised when one hatched for him. As for her name, he was 12, despite his advanced intelligence at that age, as most elves, and so he picked which name he thought best suited her. Dwerva. 

After a year with the elves for training, as was customary, he was sent to the riders, where he had trained, fought, and protected his homeland from pirates, roving warbands, and the like. And that brings us to where we are today.