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Irukandji - male - tainted water; the deep sea monster
Topic Started: May 29 2012, 02:03 AM (439 Views)
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Character Number- 3rd

Name- Irukandji (the scientific name for a breed of Australian jelly)

Age- 40

Gender- Male

Element- water

Appearance- Iruk is not an attractive dragon. He has a narrow, pointed head with a blunt nose and wide, low set, eyes. His mouth is forever agape with horrible sharp teeth pointing out like jagged rocks. The teeth that fill his lower jaw are considerably longer then the top so when he does manage to get his jaw to some semblance of shut they jut wildly past his lips. On the under side of his chin swings a prehensile tendril that ends in a duel tipped bio-luminescent tip, designed to attract prey. His head ends in a set of gills which he can close off with lung sufficant—the substance that keeps your lungs from collapsing—when out of the water so he can breath with his lungs and vise-versa in the water. However the switch from gill to lung is far from attractive as he must expel all the water from his lungs. This adaptation allows him to dive deep without worry of getting water in tubing it isn't supped to be in.

His neck is thick and sturdy, Good for lashing and biting. His legs look too thin for his body, however they seem to support him well enough, though it means he is somewhat awkward on land, forced to swing his legs wide and bowlegged like a lizard. His feet are webbed and slightly frog like, though they end in short, curving claws that narrow to a deadly point. Yet, his teeth look far more dangerous then the curving digits at the end of his toes. His body is narrow and his tail long and highly flexible. It ends in quite the odd tip.

About six inches from the end it forms into what appears to be a perfect replica of a jelly fish. Complete with the soft cone which pulsates with his moods. A pink ruffle droops from the center of this growth and about a dozen stinging tentacles hang from under it's hood. The most interesting thing about his tail jelly are two tendrils that are about three or four feet longer then the others. Each ends in a luminescent tip which perfectly matches his chin wiggler in color.

Small fins, more like jagged spines masking as fins, rise from the edge of his gills, and his elbows. Directly under these fins are more short, well short for a 155 foot long dragon, stinging tentacles. Each can deliver a small burst of nuro-toxin into the body for they work just like jelly stingers. Be warned, just like a jelly touching anywhere along the length will result in a sting. Four more strands fall from his knees giving him an even edgier look of danger. These tendrils are deadly enough to give small dragons a sharp sting, and even send a human into shock if they get tangled up in them, which he enjoys greatly.

His coloration was again, nothing to comment on. It was best described as oily. His smooth skin is almost black, but not quite. In the light it is more of a horrible, murky purple and glimmers almost mauve. Not at all attractive on his oddly shaped body. In fact it only did to enhance how horrifying his massive fangs were as they gleamed against the darkness. Perhaps the most attractive thing about this dragon is the double line of bio-luminescent spots that run from his chin, to the tip of his tail. The upper line was slightly brighter, and slightly larger, then the lower line. During the day the color is almost lost leaving only slightly lighter spots along his flesh. At night, they are usually a white blue, like his eyes. The color changes just slightly, like a squid, to signal his moods, which are almost always somewhat foul. Further sign he was meant to swim the deep murk not idle on the surface.

His wings are large, with one clawed “thumb” curling off the tip. They are remarkably translucent, allowing the blue veins to be seen just under the surface and light to filter through with little trouble. A spiny frill runs haphazardly down his spine. It juts up in places and then dips, rather randomly, down and then up again. This frill is colored a murky, gray blue. The color of the sand and muck settled at the bottom of the ocean.

Perhaps the most terrifying thing about the horrid deep sea dragon was his colossal size. Due to the time of his turning, during the height of Niddhogg's reign, he grew rather rapidly after his tainting, the months wracking him with pain until he now slinks around at a hideous length of 155 feet. While he is all coils, the length might seem lackluster, but do not underestimate the behemoth of a water for his narrowness.

He truly looked like a deep sea predator waiting to lunge from the depths and wreak havoc on the world above. This sea monster out of legend with his faintly glowing sides and jagged teeth. The final touch of malevolence lays in his once acid green crystal, now a more puke color as the darkness of his taint spread out like grasping fingers from the center to consume all the color in the almost pyramidal shape. The crystal justs out just above the jelly ending on his tail.

Personality- Cunning – Patient – Brutal - Wrathful

If nothing else was certain about the dragon it was his patience. Iruk was an ambush predator. He carefully lays schemes that may take months to come into fruition, but he finds the laying of groundwork to be supremely satisfying. Knowing that anyone caught in his net was doomed into whatever fate he designed for them. His mind is always whirring with ideas for all manner of horrible torture.

While he is good at laying groundwork the beast is a brutal one. He loves to wrap his human victims in his tentacles and watch them convulse as their nervous systems are destroyed by his toxins, to shred their flesh while they writhe in agony. His narrow claws are good for such careful work. His razor like teeth are wonderful for rending flesh and bone alike and he is not hesitant to use them on dragon and human alike. His precise little claws, small in comparison to his body, while not all that long or particularly curving, are good for more careful work.

Niddhogg forbid you ever get on the bad side of the cunning reptilian monster. While he might not get back at you right away, usually he is more willing to lay a careful trap and lure you into it with careful skill and brilliant cunning. This way he can not only physically destroy someone, he can rip them to pieces mentally as well. It's the head games he really enjoys. Breaking the mind as you break the body. There was no fun without the constant, agonized screams, or gasping choking of water filling the lungs of his victims. Music to his ears.

Most of the hideous dragons time is spent in the murk or desolation. Now that the war has been lost he has been keeping a low profile, waiting to see who takes power in the vacuum. Someone always rises when another falls. He does not see a need to lead, however so long as he has plenty of humans to break and rip apart with his vicious bite, he would be content with whoever took up the mantle.

Even before the taint spread to his form he was not the most pleasant dragon. He had been protective and wrathful. It had ended his riders life and with that event brought on his madness and horrible changes. His once once hateful demeanor being replaced with something sharp, deadly, and cruel. More often then not he wears a twisting, cruel smile that lets you know he is just toying with you. Even if you can't see the net closing around you the tainted water is likely playing every angle from the start.

If ever he comes up against an opponent he can not handle, the water retreats to the deepest depths, plunging down and using his slender wings like massive oars to drive him into the darkness. There he disappears into the murk, and there he can stay forever if he so chose. He dives where almost none can follow, where his lights draw fish to their subtle glow. If any dragon is stupid enough to follow, it is here he becomes his deadliest. While his body is, while awkward on land, like a knife in the water.

He does not stand for hesitance in the tainted ranks. Anyone showing weakness is likely to be set upon by the knavish predator. Hesitance equates to weakness. Plotting is one thing, but denying their corruption seemed, fickle and foolish. Any taint found cavorting with Sekkain's sends him into a rage he can hardly fathom. He will do almost everything in his power to pull them from their pitiful friends, and drag them into the inky depths to rot for the rest of time, amid the bones and fleshless corpses he has piled high in the deepest parts of swamps.
Partner- None

Rank- none.

Children-
From Ruin Geist:
Water Penitentes
Water Nimue

History- Irukandji was never a pretty beast. He was born of a pair of Sekkain waters. He had always been an irritable at best, even from his conception. He had charged three other hatchlings, stinging one fiercely with his tail. His rider, a young boy named Kelain had trouble controlling the rather violent water dragon. As Iruk grew and aged over time, many avoided the pair and even his poor rider grew tired of the defensive beast. He spent all his time doing what he was best at, keeping his rider safe. No one was to be trusted with his bonded's care, but the water. He let his bonded have friends, but he never left him alone with them, demanding to remain at his side. He grew large, tipping the scales as one of the longer waters. His narrow, eel like body made him seem less threatening, but he had a way of making things work in his favor, using cunning over strength in battle.

The war was looked on as a place to prove his worth, to show his clutch mates that he was a strong fighter and a bold warrior, better then all of their useless hides put together. He fought through the years and slowly Kelain began to understand his moody partner. They developed a mutual respect, and Irukandji settled down, allowing his rider some freedoms he had not in their younger years. Their bond strengthened and they eventually called each other friends, despite their differences.

But there was a war to be won and they could not revel in their discovery. The deep sea monster roared across the front lines and struck with such fearless accuracy that it horrified many. He did not strive to disable the tainted, he strove to kill them. That was the only way they would learn not to bother with this continent. Trapping them was only going to make them fight harder. He was good at what he did and he found great joy of ridding the world of those who might hurt his precious rider.

It was this overabundance of pride that lost him the battle. A tainted air goaded him into a chase, something the dragon never did. It insulted his skill, and his rider both. Iruk was outraged. He threw himself at the air and gave chase, like a fool. He snapped after the darting air, his wicked teeth just inches from it's tail feathers. His rider was screaming to go back, to reconsider, what he was doing. They needed to rejoin the wing, to fly in formation, but Irukandji did not listen he was so fixated on the weaving air. A black shadow fell over the pair as if the sun had been snuffed from the sky. The huge shape of an earth loomed above them like an omen of death. He hadn't realized how close to the cliffs he had flown, how near to danger he had soared. He had been so angry, so very very angry at the gall of this tiny air. Now he was trapped. He coiled with indecision, trying to avoid the shape that plunged towards them. It was this moment he knew he was not going to make it out of this trap. His eyes focused on the massive plunging earth, trying to get swing out from under the heavy shape that dropped towards them. He was about to bank hard when the little air went whizzing across his back. He only had time to turn his arrow like head as the twisted little buzzard yanked Kelain off his back. The earth was forgotten as he plunged forward trying to stop the air, but it was too late. The nimble creature danced away from his claws with ease. Laughter rumbled from the little bird dragon as it grabbed an arm and a leg in each of its talloned mits. Screams echoed from Kelain as the dragon tugged on his limbs with glee.

Sharp fangs clamped around the torso of his chosen, and rolling laughter of the earth entered his ears. The man he had protected so carefully for the last 30 years was rent limb from limb. Everything slowed down as his partner, a man he had just truly started to respect and need, was ripped into pieces. Skin tore, muscle peeled away, bone snapped, and all the while he screamed. The man howled, and so did Iruk, until he no longer knew where one sound ended and the other began. The world turned to a roar and the earth collided with his murky coils. Madness overtook the serpentine water and he rolled over, ripping his fangs into the earth's exposed legs, sinking them deep between his scales. His stingers found places between scales and coiled into nooks and crannies, ripping back only to lash down again, sending out their toxin, not that it would effect the massive earth. He shot jets of boiling water under scales as he pried them free one by one in a mad frenzy of inky darkness and gnashing teeth. They hit the ground. The world swirled to a blackness as oily as his hide and he was lost into horrible dreams.

He awoke weeks later, in a swamp he had never set claw in. A voice whispered things in his mind he couldn't understand, not yet. At first everything was horrible and vivid. Then the memories slowly swirled together like a palate of color someone took a brush to and blended everything into a dull gray brown. He sunk into the swamp like a stone, the only memory he latched on to was Kelain, his rider, being shredded. Everything else slowly disappeared into gray. At first the memory burned like fire, a horrible moment in time, repeated over and over again. It had been his fault. All his fault. If he had listened, if he had done as his rider commanded, he would be alive. He would be whole, Iruk would be whole. Then Kelain's face faded away. It was a memory without meaning, or purpose. The corpse of the man falling into halves lost it's sting, but it burrowed into his consciousness. The screams and cries of a voice he could no longer place. Echoing like a maddening heartbeat inside his consciousness.

He remained in the water for months, swirling between semi-lucid and a thrashing, oily mass of coils in hateful agony. But as the time passed the memory, being his only identity, became him. Some faceless man being torn to bits. And his own name. He heard it whispered sweetly, as if by a lover, in his mind. Irukandji.

He found he needed the screams, perhaps then he would know what this rogue bit of data meant. Why all he knew was a horrible twisted scream. Slowly it twisted him, and all the while a voice, a subtle voice. It was so sweet and soothing, telling him what to do to make it better, to make it easier. The pulse of something there that had been missing. A bond, if you will, to something greater. Finally he emerged from the mire, He had grown in those months, feeding off the fish and eels that made the mire home. His luminescent spots glowed just a little brighter, his almost white blue eyes had been splattered with darker hues, making him look more dead then alive. His fangs, which had been horrifying before, now jutted wildly upwards, so long he couldn't even close his mouth. He craved the screams, but he was patient. He lured them to his traps. He treated them as the air treated him long ago. Careful to make sure they realized, just before it was too late, that there was no way out. He loved to see their faces at that final moment the life was about to leave them. It was beautiful. It was art.

He was a faithful servant to the great Niddhogg, acting from the shadows, ambushing those who were not weary of the dark. Even many of the tainted did not know of his existence. He was careful, plotting. Cruel, malicious, and without mercy even on his own tainted brethren when they dared to rise up against him. He raided and ravaged in the dead of night, when he was hardest to see against the blackness. He flooded homes, and boiled men alive in their beds, only running with the few taints he trusted.

But when his master fell, and his mind was left silent, and he was weary of the vacuum. The coiling monster retreated back into his swamp to wait. He had no interest in power, he was no great leader. He did not want recognition, in fact the massive tainted beast loved being forgotten, that was how he best could strike. When their new leader rises from the ashes of the fight for the crown, he would serve them just as loyally as he had his old lord. He would always hope that one day their tainted lord would free himself. So he waits, like a nightmare out of a children's tale in the dark. His lure softly glowing, leading the foolish to their doom in the murky waves.

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