Smitten
Master EffeX
Fetzen
NoctisSir Vendril
“Broker, Dealer, Corp head… all that and more! I have my hands in all aspects, so tread carefully when dealing with me.”
A human in most normal regards of their kind, heralding a more aristocratic appeal and look about him from his silver cane to a sleek top hat. His clothes also state the obvious look with finer spun dressier attire, Vendril has class and prefers to keep a civilized look and state about him. His blue eyes, brown hair and fair skin however mask what lies underneath, beware his red eyed stare when he’s upset otherwise you deal with what he truly is.
His other form is one of truly terrifying and awe inspiring features, a wyvern that has qualities and features of a dragon. From a longer neck with winged arms, a deadly smog breath and a clubbed ended tail, razor fine spines that fold and lock along his back and tail… to a very cuddly and soft underbelly. He is black scaled with a red toned underside with two pointed horns prodding from his head, smaller than other wyverns however with being just barely the size of a one story house. Vendril is one of these lab created beasts of war and he tries to keep that secret to a minimum given how Shadows aren’t likable creatures if not hunted.
Age:
“I’ll tell you what I tell everyone else, figure it out! But I’ll admit I look in my late twenties and early thirties.”
Gender:
Male
Rich or Poor?:
Rich in both regards
Power Descriptions:
Unlike others who may spew magic or powers, Vendril has no real powers except for what he is. Sir Vendril is a Shadow Dragon, a species of wyvern genetically manipulated and twisted into beasts of War. Beware as their dual scale carapace is extremely tough and not only that but magic seemed to just blow right over. Coupled with that his smog is acidic and eats away at even the toughest metal. But this only shows when he feels threatened or angered, otherwise he’d prefer to use his bladed sword cane and trusted pistol.
Skills:
Living a more modern style life one may not expect Vendril to have some outdoors skills, besides being a good cook he’s learned to live off of what he can and use every resource at his disposal. This mental thought process being applied to his own work, he utilizes every tool to the best he can. Coupled with this he is more than capable of learning and adapting quickly, in his eyes it’s the only way to survive in the world(s) he lives in.
Personality:
As stated before he holds himself in a very civil and professional manner, preferring a commoner with manners over a lord that acts a fool. Enjoying some time by the fire with tea and sweets while chatting about events unfolding. With this Vendril can get along with even those others may not desire to be around, as long as the company is fair and they act accordingly. Besides that he is certainly a silver tongued devil in his own regard, his words however sweet are direct and forward, no one can say that Vendril is a liar.
Biography:
During his younger years, Vendril wasn’t a higher class figure. Instead he lived within the lower middle class margin, the lands he hailed from even forcing those like him to live as middle class, regardless of his draconic heritage. He labored amongst the other commoners like him in the workshops, working with wood and metal to create pieces of furniture. All this continued up until his young adult years when war came to his city, the only thing he truly remembers are robed figures, horrific screeching wails and those he came to loath, Cir’ca.
Unlike the others, he was captured along with a few other draconic origin beings, even with their strength and might they were quickly overwhelmed by this new and dangerous foe. Clasped in irons and imprisoned, taken to facilities where those that enter don’t come out the same, forced into torturous processes and underwent horrible genetic change… the once proud dragon he was forever changed. Fashioned as a Shadow Dragon, he and many others were forced to strike down those they’d otherwise protect, unable to fight the influence until one day it simply vanished.
With that force gone it was only a matter of time before the Cir’ca were wiped out by their creation, however the damage was done and they would never be able to return to the lives they lived. Especially since many mistrust and some openly hunt their species down, it was this that forced Vendril to go into hiding to build himself up before returning to the open fields of a whole new world to him. Returning as a Underworld Information Broker that quickly seized power and created his new companies, his methods a mystery and his capabilities vast, Sir Vendril was one that had little competition once the ball was rolling. To this day he continues as a Broker in more than information, he’s clever and intelligent which makes him dangerous to the wrong people. To this day he continues his work all the while hiding the fact that a being of power is one of the most hated creatures known through the stars.
Likes:
Good tea and wine, sweets and savory treats. He does love music as well, more than eager to listen to most and sometimes hums along if it’s a tune he recognizes. But most of all he enjoys the company of those that have a story to tell or are eager to listen, words spoken beside the fire and relaxing chit chat… as long as they are decent in manner.
Dislikes:
Though he doesn’t dislike it, he isn’t a fan of dancing, more so it makes him nervous especially in front of other people. He loathes those that act childish and immature unless they are of the age to do so. But most of all, a more subtle one at that, is when others treat others lowly or as if they aren’t worth anything, it’s these moments that Vendril loses his temper and withholds biting his tongue.
Fears:
Despite it all, Vendril keeps a firm lock and key over his fears, avoiding allowing anyone to truly see it come to light. However, for this I will state it.
He is scared of being unable to do anything to protect those he cares about, he is cautious and nervous about conflict when it could be avoided for the sake of those he calls friends. He is fearful of the cloaked creatures that waged war, especially the Cir’ca, and goes to such extents to lash out at them. But most importantly he worries about his own secrets being brought to light, only those he truly trusts has the privilege of knowing them.
Weaknesses:
A major weakness to Vendril is simple: Electricity. Shadow Dragons find their strength and capabilities significantly hindered to near nulled if enough voltage runs through their bodies. Whether this was a designed genetic to aid in subduing unruly lot or an undesirable coincidental occurrence from said genetic manipulation? Matters not as a Shadow under force of electricity will be unable to defend themselves.
