Dragon:
Name: Vardel
Dragon age: Teen(But literally on the verge of reaching Adult.)
Age from hatching: 219
Gender: Male
Magic: Rage/Fear- The use of Rage & Fear based Magics is the ability to magical instill the most mundane and horrific emotions into one's enemies. This magic gives the wielder the ability to create fear, feed on fear, grow stronger with the use of Rage, become harder to kill through Rage, and utterly shatter one's enemies through the juggling of Fear and Rage. Only a few Dragons are known to posses this form of Magic and it is often less explored as mastering means the wielder must openly through themselves into combat over and over again, time after time, to master it.Many dislike this rare Magic for it's innate ability to drive it's wielder into madness and blind rage, which commonly results in the need to end the Dragon's Life. The Dragons who do come to mastering this form of magic work much like Mythological Berserkers, tapping into Rage and Fear to become impossible-to-kill beasts that rampage the Battle Field with both an onslaught of pure fury, but a level of control unseen by anyone.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
Personality: Vardel is a quiet male, save for combat. He is often only saying the minimal of things unless they are on an important or interesting topic. When he is talking he has a simple, straight-forward manner of speaking and does not skate around the bush about anything. He is blunt, forward, and uncaring of people's opinions about him.
Background: Vardel hatched in a Egg clutch of merely five, with him being the odd one out of the spawn. He was unlike his siblings and parents in most ways. His parents, both female, were dragons of great Ice. They lived in a northern tribe full of those with similar arctic and northern magics. His siblings all picked up inherited magics of ice, water, and wind, while he took on... Rage & Fear. His physical form was even far different, considering his family was comprised of Quadrupedal dragons, while he was left bipedal, but with the use of his wings as forelegs. His siblings mocked his individuality, and for the grandeur of his childhood he had no idea what magic he held. When the first Aging Festival came around he and his siblings were finally able to transform into their compact forms, Vardel's being that of a taller male human, about nineteen years of age in appearance with a physique similar to that of an athletic twenty-three year old male, but he was cloaked in an armor made of robes, fur, and metal, fit with a mask. He had small black horns punching through the top of his forehead outward that seemed to blend with the mask almost, giving off the idea that he merely wore a costume. He preferred this form quite some time, staying in it to avoid the humiliation of his Dragon form around his siblings, until one day he finally went off while being mocked...
That day was a changing point for Vardel, the anger that swelled inside him came bursting out and he erupted into his dragon form and released a roar that instilled pure fear into his siblings, they froze as a red magic blared around them and his thunderous roar echoed through the village. He had finally discovered his magic, but he was also now put under close supervision of by several of the Adults. This was a hard trial for Vardel, because everything he did was being watched and every notion that came to his mind had to be okay with the Elders watching over him.
The next several decades were at the very least, fun for Vardel as the GrandGrandFather of the Tribe had one of the GrandFather's take Vardel out training daily. Due to this command by the Eldest of the Tribe, Vardel was watched over and trained by a GrandFather Dragon, the only downside is none of the Dragons in the tribe had Vardel's type of Magic, so the training was merely Vardel expelling his magic however he knew how, and then Psychological and Emotional Training given to him by the Grandfather. This presented both help, and hinder for Vardel as the magic he wielded was generally unknown to few and far between. He was never entirely sure if his training was actually helping him learn to control it, he only truly knew that his emotions were being reigned in for the tribe. The training promoted the heavy restriction of allowing emotions to take control. Vardel eventually became a solemn, quiet, Dragon who never really showed emotion for anything other then joy. Joy, happiness, and the like were the only emotions he could show in large quantities without setting of his magic. Due to this Vardel had little to show emotion for, as the sibling mocks, tribal disdain, and general outcast nature of him and his magic gave him little to be happy.
Vardel worked day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year to harness his magic. In the process he grew and he mastered a second Compact form, but he never really seemed harness much of his magic other then a handful of basic uses. That is, until he began studying humans. He used his compact forms to enter human cities and he began watching them, observing them, much like the Elders did to him. He learned many things about humans, as well as became curious about many more things. One of the most interesting things he learned about was the Dragon Church, and how it worshiped Dragons. He seemed to learn personally from the experiences inside the cities, almost as of learning about humans taught him about his magic, especially the Fear aspect. This was most closely related to his learning of the Church. He learned that Humans don't necessarily worship Dragons for the true belief that they may be Gods, but rather because they fear them. The church was built by fear in Vardel's mind. Humans are afraid of things stronger them then, and their one-track mind believes that anything of natural power stronger than them is a God or Goddess. Vardel was both intrigued, and disgusted by how the Church worked, especially their ideal of purifying a Soul.
After several decades of studying humans, followed by an extremely long period of training his magic on his own in the wilds of the world, he has returned to a tribe, but not his own. He couldn't return to his own, he didn't want to return to his own. He found a tribe led by a GrandGrandMother name Mirazaa.
Name: Vardel
Dragon age: Teen(But literally on the verge of reaching Adult.)
Age from hatching: 219
Gender: Male
Magic: Rage/Fear- The use of Rage & Fear based Magics is the ability to magical instill the most mundane and horrific emotions into one's enemies. This magic gives the wielder the ability to create fear, feed on fear, grow stronger with the use of Rage, become harder to kill through Rage, and utterly shatter one's enemies through the juggling of Fear and Rage. Only a few Dragons are known to posses this form of Magic and it is often less explored as mastering means the wielder must openly through themselves into combat over and over again, time after time, to master it.Many dislike this rare Magic for it's innate ability to drive it's wielder into madness and blind rage, which commonly results in the need to end the Dragon's Life. The Dragons who do come to mastering this form of magic work much like Mythological Berserkers, tapping into Rage and Fear to become impossible-to-kill beasts that rampage the Battle Field with both an onslaught of pure fury, but a level of control unseen by anyone.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
Personality: Vardel is a quiet male, save for combat. He is often only saying the minimal of things unless they are on an important or interesting topic. When he is talking he has a simple, straight-forward manner of speaking and does not skate around the bush about anything. He is blunt, forward, and uncaring of people's opinions about him.
Background: Vardel hatched in a Egg clutch of merely five, with him being the odd one out of the spawn. He was unlike his siblings and parents in most ways. His parents, both female, were dragons of great Ice. They lived in a northern tribe full of those with similar arctic and northern magics. His siblings all picked up inherited magics of ice, water, and wind, while he took on... Rage & Fear. His physical form was even far different, considering his family was comprised of Quadrupedal dragons, while he was left bipedal, but with the use of his wings as forelegs. His siblings mocked his individuality, and for the grandeur of his childhood he had no idea what magic he held. When the first Aging Festival came around he and his siblings were finally able to transform into their compact forms, Vardel's being that of a taller male human, about nineteen years of age in appearance with a physique similar to that of an athletic twenty-three year old male, but he was cloaked in an armor made of robes, fur, and metal, fit with a mask. He had small black horns punching through the top of his forehead outward that seemed to blend with the mask almost, giving off the idea that he merely wore a costume. He preferred this form quite some time, staying in it to avoid the humiliation of his Dragon form around his siblings, until one day he finally went off while being mocked...
That day was a changing point for Vardel, the anger that swelled inside him came bursting out and he erupted into his dragon form and released a roar that instilled pure fear into his siblings, they froze as a red magic blared around them and his thunderous roar echoed through the village. He had finally discovered his magic, but he was also now put under close supervision of by several of the Adults. This was a hard trial for Vardel, because everything he did was being watched and every notion that came to his mind had to be okay with the Elders watching over him.
The next several decades were at the very least, fun for Vardel as the GrandGrandFather of the Tribe had one of the GrandFather's take Vardel out training daily. Due to this command by the Eldest of the Tribe, Vardel was watched over and trained by a GrandFather Dragon, the only downside is none of the Dragons in the tribe had Vardel's type of Magic, so the training was merely Vardel expelling his magic however he knew how, and then Psychological and Emotional Training given to him by the Grandfather. This presented both help, and hinder for Vardel as the magic he wielded was generally unknown to few and far between. He was never entirely sure if his training was actually helping him learn to control it, he only truly knew that his emotions were being reigned in for the tribe. The training promoted the heavy restriction of allowing emotions to take control. Vardel eventually became a solemn, quiet, Dragon who never really showed emotion for anything other then joy. Joy, happiness, and the like were the only emotions he could show in large quantities without setting of his magic. Due to this Vardel had little to show emotion for, as the sibling mocks, tribal disdain, and general outcast nature of him and his magic gave him little to be happy.
Vardel worked day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year to harness his magic. In the process he grew and he mastered a second Compact form, but he never really seemed harness much of his magic other then a handful of basic uses. That is, until he began studying humans. He used his compact forms to enter human cities and he began watching them, observing them, much like the Elders did to him. He learned many things about humans, as well as became curious about many more things. One of the most interesting things he learned about was the Dragon Church, and how it worshiped Dragons. He seemed to learn personally from the experiences inside the cities, almost as of learning about humans taught him about his magic, especially the Fear aspect. This was most closely related to his learning of the Church. He learned that Humans don't necessarily worship Dragons for the true belief that they may be Gods, but rather because they fear them. The church was built by fear in Vardel's mind. Humans are afraid of things stronger them then, and their one-track mind believes that anything of natural power stronger than them is a God or Goddess. Vardel was both intrigued, and disgusted by how the Church worked, especially their ideal of purifying a Soul.
After several decades of studying humans, followed by an extremely long period of training his magic on his own in the wilds of the world, he has returned to a tribe, but not his own. He couldn't return to his own, he didn't want to return to his own. He found a tribe led by a GrandGrandMother name Mirazaa.
