Post by Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress on Nov 14, 2009 21:15:49 GMT -5
Note: Dragons are only available through the Egg Chamber boards.
Name:
Ikehr
Age:
Newly hatched
Race:
Dragon! HOO!
Appearance:
[Please note- Ikehr is still a baby, but I’m writing his appearance as though he were full-grown. As a hatchling, he looks pretty much the same as his full size, just smaller. And cuter. XD] If you were to look at Ikehr from a warrior’s perspective, you 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, 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 Imperials, 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, if you 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. Even though his movements aren’t particularly elegant, mostly slow and sleepy as well as his tendency to drag his feet and tail, Ikehr has that very long body that makes him look refined in a deer-like way rather than the kingly dignity of most male dragons.
Ikehr’s colour is aquamarine, a mixture of pale green and blue, 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, they 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 teal. His pupils are a small slit of black in the centre of his eyes.
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 human teenager whose torso hasn’t quite caught up with the rest of his growing body. 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 Varden. For one, he has very little prejudice against the Empire and very little love for the Varden, mostly because neither has done anything so far to inspire his hatred or his loyalty. He did feel the dragons dying at the hands of Galbatorix, but Ikehr doesn’t feel particularly connected to other dragons. Ikehr stayed in his egg for hundreds 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, from the philistine nature of the humans to the overbearing ways of the elves.
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 for the Varden troops 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, and his Rider’s complete disinterest in them bothers him immensely. 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. 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 reluctances to being so important. However, since they are both so new to each other, the truly deep bond that the Riders and dragons are so famed for has yet to be forged. As of now, Nemo serves to Ikehr as a form of entertainment, and he to her as a brain whenever she doesn’t feel like using hers.
Towards other people and dragons, Ikehr shows exactly what he is- melancholy, subtly annoyed, and very sarcastic towards everyone and his position. His voice is always monotonic, and he shows neither humility nor superiority to anyone, be it a peasant boy or Lady Nasuada herself. However, he does very much enjoy setting things on fire and scaring the life out of the ‘puny humans’ with verbal threats and ear-shattering roars.
History:
Ikehr was laid a very, very long time ago, back in the full swing of the Age of Riders. His parents, Suha’il and Berezi, were both wild dragons who were nagged into giving some of their eggs to the 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, present-day Urû’baen. 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, and that it was his job to decide what human or elf would be his Rider. Ikehr was comfortable with that. Annually, he was taken out and touched by hundreds of elven and human 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. In the humans, he found greed, stupidity, and violence. In the elves, 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 decades, placed stronger spells over his egg.
But then one day, fire rained down from the sky, and Ikehr felt a strong sense of death and terror all around him. The hatchery was opened up, and people grabbed him and ran off with him. They weren’t children, but soldiers and already bonded Riders, and Ikehr felt mixed feelings of fear, anger, and hopelessness among them. Ikehr had a connection to other dragons mentally, and from them, he was able to feel hundreds of them being slaughtered. He was taken out of Ilirea, across the burning sands of the Hadarac Desert on dragonback, and then stored somewhere warm and dark with several other eggs.
Ikehr remained there for over a hundred years, which was fine by him. There were no more irritating children manhandling him. But then, nearly an eternity later, the darkness was opened up, and Ikehr was pulled into the midst of a furious battle. He, amid about half of the rest of the stored eggs, was placed in a sack and taken back across the desert and into Surda, where he was placed in the safety of Borromeo Castle’s foundations, watched over by an Eldunarí named Veroan, who watched over Ikehr with compassion. There, Ikehr was subject to people touching him yet again, except now they were of all ages rather than just children, and mostly human. He learned, from the turmoil of their minds, that dragons were very rare now, and felt desperation from each person that touched him. However, still none of them managed to meet his overly high standards, and he grew irritated and retreated within himself once more, ignoring them and Veroan.
But then one night, one person held him, and she was nothing like anyone who had ever touched Ikehr before. She was a full-grown, completely inebriated human, 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, after hundreds of years, from finally breaking out of his turquoise egg, much to Veroan’s joy.
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 cavern. 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 humans. Ikehr, with some amazement, realized he’d found the one. 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 Varden Council when it was discovered that an egg had hatched. But Ikehr was firm, and so was the Council. He had hatched for her and only her, the bond had already been forged, and there was simply no going back. Reluctantly, Nemo accepted him, and they both have since begun to study the ways of the Riders.
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