Post by Emma on Nov 10, 2010 21:46:51 GMT -5
Note: Dragons are only available through the Sacred Font board.
Name:
Ikehr (ee-kehr)
Age:
51
Race:
Dragon! HOO!
Occupation:
Being a dragon -nod-
Allegiance:
The Riders
Appearance:
If one was to look at Ikehr from a warrior’s perspective, one would be sorely disappointed. It’s clear that Ikehr isn’t going to be the most massive dragon to take to the skies, or the strongest. He’s almost two-thirds the size of the average male his age, and is even easily mistaken for a female, since his build is rather feminine. His muscles, though taut under his skin and making him easily capable of bashing up more than a few enemies, are hardly any use against a fellow dragon. His limbs are long and lanky, and his wings are also long, and so not very suited to manoeuvrability. Therefore, to those who only see dragons as weapons, he doesn’t quite cut an imposing figure. However, for anyone who sees dragons as objects of beauty, Ikehr’s narrow chest, long, serpentine neck, and feminine features might strike them as very elegant. Ikehr has that very long body that makes him look refined and graceful in a deer-like way rather than the kingly dignity of most male dragons.
Ikehr’s colour is steel blue, a mixture of blue and grey, which is helpful when flying in high altitudes since the blue tones reflect the harmful rays of the sun as a form of sunscreen. His scales are smooth to the touch and look very slick, almost oily, and with his long body, he looks more like a snake than a dragon. However, despite their soft appearance, his scales are harder than any armour. They’re very thick along his back, neck, head and tail, while on his belly they’re very soft, and so pale that they look almost white. His wings, which are long and narrow, making them both suited for soaring over long distances and for speed, two advantages to his lack of muscle, also have a very thin layer of scales, and when held up to the sun they are translucent, and his webbed veins are very visible. His large eyes, usually full of conflict and boredom, are usually dull, but on the rare chance that he gets inspired his eyes are a sharp, brilliant blue-grey. His pupils are a small slit of black in the each centre of his eye that widen into circles on the off chance he feels a particularly powerful emotion.
Ikehr’s build, as mentioned above, is very snakelike. His legs, tail, and wings are very long compared to his body, making him comparable to a large serpent of legend. Ikehr’s body, as well, is lengthy rather than compact and strong, and his torso is much smaller and narrower than most males’ are. His white horns, mounted on the top of his head, are very straight and narrow, growing almost parallel to his head. Ikehr’s head is triangular, and very long. Like all dragons, he has a small dip in between his shoulders ideal for a saddle, and has a row of long pale spikes that grow from his neck almost all the way to the end of his tail. The tip of Ikehr’s tail is covered with spikes and is very bony, able to both crush and pierce anyone or anything he happens to smash it into.
Personality:
Ikehr isn’t quite what one would call the one true hope of the Riders. For one, he has very little love for Ilirea, mostly because it has done nothing so far to inspire his loyalty. Ikehr also doesn’t feel particularly connected to other dragons, having stayed in his egg for thousands of years, mostly disconnected from all beings of every race, and he, quite simply, preferred it that way. He is overly cynical and very unimpressed with most of the sentient races, with a superiority complex and desire to squish all puny mortals.
This is mainly due to Ikehr’s sociopathy. He has suffered from antisocial personality disorder since birth, most obviously noted in his total lacking of remorse or empathy, two abstract concepts that he finds very difficult to grasp. His poor behavioural conduct- inadequate control of negative emotions and frequently doling out abusive threats- and irresponsibility when it comes to his duties and even his own safety has raised more than a little concern within Ilirea. However, Nemo happens to possess a very strong sense of right and wrong, and she proves to be Ikehr’s saving grace when it comes to matters of morality.
However, despite his negativity, Ikehr does have a dry sense of humour, and he uses it to its fullest with biting sarcasm. He can see the irony in everything, mostly showing it through a wry, reptilian grin on his face, one of the few expressions he shows. Even for a dragon, Ikehr’s face normally remains unreadable, and his eyes more often than not reflect boredom, especially when forced to sit through scholarly training or council meetings. Ikehr isn’t too thrilled with his superpower status, and wants to crawl back into his egg and stay there more than anything. He can be considered ‘crowd-shy’, rarely participating in moral boosts by having dragons fly through the ranks and preferring to read a book somewhere lonely and quiet.
Ikehr is very intelligent for a dragon, making up for his unimpressive size and strength, and learned how to use speech very quickly. He has even learned how to read, although he doesn’t quite have the manipulative grip necessary for writing. Books, despite their irritatingly tiny writing, inspire him. Ikehr finds Nemo’s mind fascinating, and her demeanour more than a little amusing, and seeing her is one of the very few things that he can look forward to. Their relationship, however, is often full of battles of wit and spitfire rage. They are complete opposites in many things, but that’s one of the reasons that they are so close, as well as both of their reluctance to being so important.
Towards other people and dragons, Ikehr shows exactly what he is- melancholy, annoyed, and very sarcastic. His voice is always full of such emotions, and he shows just how superior he is and how inferior everyone else is, be it a peasant boy or Queen Dellanir herself. He also very much enjoys setting things on fire and scaring the life out of the ‘squishy mortals’ with verbal threats and ear-shattering roars. He will refer to everyone as ‘it’, and ‘humility’ is a word that is not present in his vocabulary.
History:
Ikehr was laid a very, very long time ago, shortly after Wyrdfell. His parents, Suha’il and Berezi, were both wild dragons who were nagged into giving some of their eggs to the new Riders, one of which was Ikehr. Ikehr, among his brothers and sisters, was carted and kept in the Riders’ main hatchery under the citadel in Ilirea. Soon after his arrival, he was picked up by an Elder, who placed a spell over his egg and then spoke to him telepathically. She told him that he would only hatch when his true partner touched his egg, even if it took a million years. Ikehr was comfortable with that.
Annually, he was taken out and touched by hundreds of elven children in the Riders’ Festival. However, Ikehr was a little overwhelmed the first few times by the amount of children’s minds that touched his, and soon started to detest the Festival. He wanted to break out all on his own, but the spell kept him from doing so, which insisted he pick the right person before he could hatch.
Some years later, Ikehr managed to properly study every child’s mind in the short time that they held him, and was mostly unimpressed. He found vanity, superficiality, and god complexes. Ikehr had very high expectations for the being that would be his companion, and none of the thousands of people who touched him seemed the type he’d like to spend hundreds of years with. Ikehr stayed hopeful for some time, but eventually gave up when he was met with the same people over and over again- over-eager little snots who simply weren’t qualified for his taste. Eventually, Ikehr ignored the children touching him entirely, refusing to hatch even when the Elders, who started to get a little impatient after several centuries, placed stronger spells over his egg.
Eventually, Ikehr was ‘pushed to the back’ in a sense, and his egg was ignored in favour of newer ones, which was fine by him. There were no more irritating children manhandling him. But then, nearly an eternity later, one person held him, and she was nothing like anyone who had ever touched Ikehr before. She was a completely inebriated elf, and from her mind Ikehr picked up nonsensical cravings for turkey omelettes and opening restaurants, and absolutely nothing about desperation, or even wanting to be a Rider. As for her soul, Ikehr sensed a good amount of greed and a violent temper. But still, the fact that she was thinking about turning him into a delicious omelette and selling him made Ikehr enormously curious, and he was unable to resist.
The sight that met his eyes was shocking, to say the least. A midget redhead with an enormous sledgehammer was snoring loudly in a drunken stupor amid the rest of the eggs in the Font. Utterly nonplussed, Ikehr crawled onto her chest and put one of his tiny talons on her forehead. He sensed very human tendencies- a want for cash, an impressive amount of pride for someone so puny, and a love for inebriation. But there was also a deep sense of sincerity, as well as some sense of right and wrong, that set her apart from other elves. However, Ikehr just wanted to get away from Alagaësia. Eager to meet this woman, he violently woke her up and introduced himself.
The woman, called Nemo Ramsey, was rather upset as soon as the booze wore off, and not just because Ikehr rubbed himself up against her right palm and made her go into spasms of pain. She’d had no intentions of becoming a Rider and learning how to do stupid spellcasting, as she very profanely told Ikehr, and then told the Council of Riders when it was discovered that a new egg had hatched. However, there was no going back. He had hatched for her and only her. Reluctantly, Nemo accepted him.
The next fifty years were ones of great struggles for both Nemo and Ikehr. Neither of them wanted each other, and initially, their relationship was mostly hostility, animosity, and even trying to kill each other on several occasions. But as time went on, both were forced to admit that they were bonded, and separation was highly uncomfortable, and each became greatly upset when the other was in danger. Their relationship dissolved into one-upmanship. Though they both recognized the importance of each other, that didn’t mean they had to like each other.
Naturally, Nemo and Ikehr did not get far in Rider hierarchy for quite some time. On top of their constant bickering, Ikehr grew very slowly, and Nemo could do little more than light a candle with magic. However, as the years passed, they inevitably became closer. Ikehr picked up many traits from Nemo such as her asexuality and superiority complex, and she eventually gained traits from him or caused by him such as her ever-constant fury and surprising stealth abilities. Their complete dissimilarities surprisingly made them known as a powerful force.
Note: Dragons are only available through the Sacred Font board.
Name:
Ikehr (ee-kehr)
Age:
51
Race:
Dragon! HOO!
Occupation:
Being a dragon -nod-
Allegiance:
The Riders
Appearance:
If one was to look at Ikehr from a warrior’s perspective, one would be sorely disappointed. It’s clear that Ikehr isn’t going to be the most massive dragon to take to the skies, or the strongest. He’s almost two-thirds the size of the average male his age, and is even easily mistaken for a female, since his build is rather feminine. His muscles, though taut under his skin and making him easily capable of bashing up more than a few enemies, are hardly any use against a fellow dragon. His limbs are long and lanky, and his wings are also long, and so not very suited to manoeuvrability. Therefore, to those who only see dragons as weapons, he doesn’t quite cut an imposing figure. However, for anyone who sees dragons as objects of beauty, Ikehr’s narrow chest, long, serpentine neck, and feminine features might strike them as very elegant. Ikehr has that very long body that makes him look refined and graceful in a deer-like way rather than the kingly dignity of most male dragons.
Ikehr’s colour is steel blue, a mixture of blue and grey, which is helpful when flying in high altitudes since the blue tones reflect the harmful rays of the sun as a form of sunscreen. His scales are smooth to the touch and look very slick, almost oily, and with his long body, he looks more like a snake than a dragon. However, despite their soft appearance, his scales are harder than any armour. They’re very thick along his back, neck, head and tail, while on his belly they’re very soft, and so pale that they look almost white. His wings, which are long and narrow, making them both suited for soaring over long distances and for speed, two advantages to his lack of muscle, also have a very thin layer of scales, and when held up to the sun they are translucent, and his webbed veins are very visible. His large eyes, usually full of conflict and boredom, are usually dull, but on the rare chance that he gets inspired his eyes are a sharp, brilliant blue-grey. His pupils are a small slit of black in the each centre of his eye that widen into circles on the off chance he feels a particularly powerful emotion.
Ikehr’s build, as mentioned above, is very snakelike. His legs, tail, and wings are very long compared to his body, making him comparable to a large serpent of legend. Ikehr’s body, as well, is lengthy rather than compact and strong, and his torso is much smaller and narrower than most males’ are. His white horns, mounted on the top of his head, are very straight and narrow, growing almost parallel to his head. Ikehr’s head is triangular, and very long. Like all dragons, he has a small dip in between his shoulders ideal for a saddle, and has a row of long pale spikes that grow from his neck almost all the way to the end of his tail. The tip of Ikehr’s tail is covered with spikes and is very bony, able to both crush and pierce anyone or anything he happens to smash it into.
Personality:
Ikehr isn’t quite what one would call the one true hope of the Riders. For one, he has very little love for Ilirea, mostly because it has done nothing so far to inspire his loyalty. Ikehr also doesn’t feel particularly connected to other dragons, having stayed in his egg for thousands of years, mostly disconnected from all beings of every race, and he, quite simply, preferred it that way. He is overly cynical and very unimpressed with most of the sentient races, with a superiority complex and desire to squish all puny mortals.
This is mainly due to Ikehr’s sociopathy. He has suffered from antisocial personality disorder since birth, most obviously noted in his total lacking of remorse or empathy, two abstract concepts that he finds very difficult to grasp. His poor behavioural conduct- inadequate control of negative emotions and frequently doling out abusive threats- and irresponsibility when it comes to his duties and even his own safety has raised more than a little concern within Ilirea. However, Nemo happens to possess a very strong sense of right and wrong, and she proves to be Ikehr’s saving grace when it comes to matters of morality.
However, despite his negativity, Ikehr does have a dry sense of humour, and he uses it to its fullest with biting sarcasm. He can see the irony in everything, mostly showing it through a wry, reptilian grin on his face, one of the few expressions he shows. Even for a dragon, Ikehr’s face normally remains unreadable, and his eyes more often than not reflect boredom, especially when forced to sit through scholarly training or council meetings. Ikehr isn’t too thrilled with his superpower status, and wants to crawl back into his egg and stay there more than anything. He can be considered ‘crowd-shy’, rarely participating in moral boosts by having dragons fly through the ranks and preferring to read a book somewhere lonely and quiet.
Ikehr is very intelligent for a dragon, making up for his unimpressive size and strength, and learned how to use speech very quickly. He has even learned how to read, although he doesn’t quite have the manipulative grip necessary for writing. Books, despite their irritatingly tiny writing, inspire him. Ikehr finds Nemo’s mind fascinating, and her demeanour more than a little amusing, and seeing her is one of the very few things that he can look forward to. Their relationship, however, is often full of battles of wit and spitfire rage. They are complete opposites in many things, but that’s one of the reasons that they are so close, as well as both of their reluctance to being so important.
Towards other people and dragons, Ikehr shows exactly what he is- melancholy, annoyed, and very sarcastic. His voice is always full of such emotions, and he shows just how superior he is and how inferior everyone else is, be it a peasant boy or Queen Dellanir herself. He also very much enjoys setting things on fire and scaring the life out of the ‘squishy mortals’ with verbal threats and ear-shattering roars. He will refer to everyone as ‘it’, and ‘humility’ is a word that is not present in his vocabulary.
History:
Ikehr was laid a very, very long time ago, shortly after Wyrdfell. His parents, Suha’il and Berezi, were both wild dragons who were nagged into giving some of their eggs to the new Riders, one of which was Ikehr. Ikehr, among his brothers and sisters, was carted and kept in the Riders’ main hatchery under the citadel in Ilirea. Soon after his arrival, he was picked up by an Elder, who placed a spell over his egg and then spoke to him telepathically. She told him that he would only hatch when his true partner touched his egg, even if it took a million years. Ikehr was comfortable with that.
Annually, he was taken out and touched by hundreds of elven children in the Riders’ Festival. However, Ikehr was a little overwhelmed the first few times by the amount of children’s minds that touched his, and soon started to detest the Festival. He wanted to break out all on his own, but the spell kept him from doing so, which insisted he pick the right person before he could hatch.
Some years later, Ikehr managed to properly study every child’s mind in the short time that they held him, and was mostly unimpressed. He found vanity, superficiality, and god complexes. Ikehr had very high expectations for the being that would be his companion, and none of the thousands of people who touched him seemed the type he’d like to spend hundreds of years with. Ikehr stayed hopeful for some time, but eventually gave up when he was met with the same people over and over again- over-eager little snots who simply weren’t qualified for his taste. Eventually, Ikehr ignored the children touching him entirely, refusing to hatch even when the Elders, who started to get a little impatient after several centuries, placed stronger spells over his egg.
Eventually, Ikehr was ‘pushed to the back’ in a sense, and his egg was ignored in favour of newer ones, which was fine by him. There were no more irritating children manhandling him. But then, nearly an eternity later, one person held him, and she was nothing like anyone who had ever touched Ikehr before. She was a completely inebriated elf, and from her mind Ikehr picked up nonsensical cravings for turkey omelettes and opening restaurants, and absolutely nothing about desperation, or even wanting to be a Rider. As for her soul, Ikehr sensed a good amount of greed and a violent temper. But still, the fact that she was thinking about turning him into a delicious omelette and selling him made Ikehr enormously curious, and he was unable to resist.
The sight that met his eyes was shocking, to say the least. A midget redhead with an enormous sledgehammer was snoring loudly in a drunken stupor amid the rest of the eggs in the Font. Utterly nonplussed, Ikehr crawled onto her chest and put one of his tiny talons on her forehead. He sensed very human tendencies- a want for cash, an impressive amount of pride for someone so puny, and a love for inebriation. But there was also a deep sense of sincerity, as well as some sense of right and wrong, that set her apart from other elves. However, Ikehr just wanted to get away from Alagaësia. Eager to meet this woman, he violently woke her up and introduced himself.
The woman, called Nemo Ramsey, was rather upset as soon as the booze wore off, and not just because Ikehr rubbed himself up against her right palm and made her go into spasms of pain. She’d had no intentions of becoming a Rider and learning how to do stupid spellcasting, as she very profanely told Ikehr, and then told the Council of Riders when it was discovered that a new egg had hatched. However, there was no going back. He had hatched for her and only her. Reluctantly, Nemo accepted him.
The next fifty years were ones of great struggles for both Nemo and Ikehr. Neither of them wanted each other, and initially, their relationship was mostly hostility, animosity, and even trying to kill each other on several occasions. But as time went on, both were forced to admit that they were bonded, and separation was highly uncomfortable, and each became greatly upset when the other was in danger. Their relationship dissolved into one-upmanship. Though they both recognized the importance of each other, that didn’t mean they had to like each other.
Naturally, Nemo and Ikehr did not get far in Rider hierarchy for quite some time. On top of their constant bickering, Ikehr grew very slowly, and Nemo could do little more than light a candle with magic. However, as the years passed, they inevitably became closer. Ikehr picked up many traits from Nemo such as her asexuality and superiority complex, and she eventually gained traits from him or caused by him such as her ever-constant fury and surprising stealth abilities. Their complete dissimilarities surprisingly made them known as a powerful force.
Note: Dragons are only available through the Sacred Font board.
