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Character Number: Eleventh (Gift of Giving)
Name: Ossifrage
Age: Thirty-six
Gender: Female
Element: Ruin
Appearance:
[align=center] [/align]- Ossifrage carries herself with an immeasurable amount of pretentious dignity, from high-held head to proudly arranged lozenge-shaped tail fan. Stretching to the full eighty feet of her breed, it certainly makes for a vast amount of vainglory. Her figure beneath the ruffled and bedraggled feathers that cover her entirety is deceptively wiry. A lean, predatory frame is successfully masked by outlying plumage, which dictates a more powerful, weighted beast. While Ossifrage is by no means easy prey to be bullied, the scales beneath the feathering are a meager defense for physical blows, forcing her to use wit and distance to keep heavy-hitting attackers at bay.
The plumage is thickest around her neck and ascends in breadth down her legs, making it appear as though she bears a mane and draft horse’s feathering about her limbs. The better majority of her feathers are painted the color of aged, yellowing bones brushed with concentrated pigments of copper rust dusted upon each plume. This plush, disheveled coat yields to reveal dark scaled, heavily taloned feet fit for both piercing and rending flesh. Her femur-shaped crystal, the hue of rusted coagulated blood, is hidden beneath the needle-tipped mane along the back of her neck where her third cervical vertebrae would be.
A quartet of physical wings fan from shoulder and hindquarters, mirroring the charcoal black of her tail fan over their vast expanses in hue. The blend from rustic body plumage to smoke pinions is gradually mottled and artfully blended with seamless grace. The ventral feathers within her wings carry a naturally paler shade than the external tones, aiding the careful intermingling. A third pair of ethereal wings set between the main and secondary pairs are a spectral imitation of the long, narrow structures, built from her glistening copper vapors rather than flesh and bone.
True to the Ruin’s most distinctive trait, Ossifrage’s gaseous mist spills from her form in sheets of delicate gossamer. The oxidizing haze is dyed a bright copper, hedging on the fringes of golden-orange, like a newly minted penny. It creates a particularly eerie effect leaking from her mask. Its exoskeleton shape is modeled after the lammergeier, long, smooth curves of an avian’s skull ending in a tapering, hooked beak sealed shut and never to reopen. The base of the mask transition into looping horns formed from segments mimicking spinal vertebrae, spiraling under and inwards like a pair of ram’s horns.
Bleached bone would’ve left for a simple, if underwhelming mask had it not been for the obviously sustained injury that mars the facade. Cracked and splintered from damage at a very young age, the typical eye holes have been split apart by spider webbed fractures, a rift cutting down the facial plane and beneath the jaw line to split nearly evenly across the cherry wood eyes on the other side. The divide reveals dark plumage beneath, like an oceanic rift yawning into the pitch abyss. A small tuft of fine, obsidian brushstroke feathers peak out from the split in the mask’s lower jaw, adding further semblance to her bearded vulture appearance.
Personality: Cavalier, Torturous, Avaricious- This Ruin specimen hasn’t lived as long as she has thanks to some sweet, repenting spirit dwelling inside her mussed shell. Born to the Tainted legion’s harsh throes, Ossifrage learned quickly that a boisterous threat served little purpose if one didn’t have the harsh gizzard to back the claim. Thus a torturous nature was mulled and shaped as she aged, tempered like fine steel over stoked flame. An expert in extracting information out of living captives as well as crushing a carcass for personal entertainment, she’s very fond of carrying victims during high flight and releasing them to fall upon rocky surfaces below.
This bone-shattering procedure she’s more than contented to repeat, gliding closer for inspection and either recollecting the body for another freefall or landing to contemplate over her prize. Certainly one of her favorite pastimes, Ossifrage learned to enjoy the finer arts of her craft though years of calculated height trial and error. Her more innate senses carried a strongly cavalier attitude, however. Her haughty nature will send anyone scattering to concurrence or run the risk of their immediate high-flying dispatch of her presence.
Perhaps the most outstanding aspects to this dragoness would be her affiliation towards avarice. She does have a magpie-like attraction to finery, and often is seen sporting choice ornaments on her figure. Ossifrage’s greedy tendencies spread beyond mere silver and gold, however, and often come to encompass anything she deems of personal value. Information, people of note, a never-ending stream of compliments; you name it and she’ll damn well find a way to hoard it.
Partner: Deceased; formerly Hanan Parr
Rank: Blood
History:
- The southwestern plains of Nyushi were once home to a plantation of renown. It was hardly worth the time of a passing nobleman’s greedy eye, the land so devoid of nutrients that the meager crop of corn produced was barely fit for consumption to even the poorest of folk. However, the residents themselves were anything but the typical hired hands of neighboring lands. The region’s most deranged and violent wards were sent to the miserable facility, condemned to heat and work for their crimes. The estate itself housed the prisoners, a terrible ramshackle building if one were to inspect at close range. Illnesses festered; mental disease ran rampant among the cracked visages of the guilty; and those that were, indeed, innocent of their accusations were not themselves for long.
Hanan Parr entered the plantation at the age of sixteen. No one but the indifferent supervising staff knew of his history or what he did to get himself shipped to the estate, but it was clear to even the most malicious and chronically ill that the boy was not well in the head. When set to work, he would instigate confrontations between other inmates like a grand sport. He thrived on watching prisoners and staff alike break into degrading verbal or physical brawls. What started out as mild schizophrenia and a general mask of mirth blossomed into full-blown borderline personality disorder under the violent guidance of the plantation’s atmosphere. No one cared enough to see these criminals as people, let alone individuals needing any sort of medical care or counseling, and so Hanan’s conditioned worsened.
A salvation in disguise came upon the eve of Hanan’s twentieth birthday. A shell of Tainted dragons raided the plantation and estate for food and entertainment. Ripping open the walls of the old prison they stole in addition a select few younger inmates, Hanan being one of them. Taken away in the dead of night, these gruesome dragons flittered away without ceremony or kindness toward their captives. The troop of conniving beasts deposited their remaining catch in the mud of the Murks as their brood began to wobble in their filthy nests. One by the one the eggs revealed their twisted occupants. A singular Ruin female by the name of Ossifrage in the clutch of an Air and Bone hatched in due time, quickly bonding herself to Hanan that day. Vicious and deranged well past his years, the young man took to Tainted life with great gusto. He bullied Ossifrage around out of spite, both physically and with consistent taunting of her faults, while commanding her to do as he said. He pulled upon her fragile mask when she was caught off-guard, earning him bloodied gashes and angry pecks that aged into scars. She, however, would not stand for such treatment for very long. She was unlike any prized catch that the man had dealt with before. Ossifrage learned to use his failing grasp upon reality to her advantage, mimicking voices to torturously augment the ones that plagued the rider’s waking hours. While he slept, she whispered sweet nightmares to usher in frightful tormenting dreams. Hanan’s health further declined as the two aged, whittling away to nothing more than bare bones and a ghastly expression of disturbed glee.
When the Ruin grew too large for him to bully by force, he switched his attentions to that of his classmates. Ossifrage found amusement in combining her efforts with Hanan to provoke their larger classmates to fight one another. Such confrontations would end in their own minor harm and retreat to last another day. These ankle-biting activities continued well through their lessons and after graduation, until they took a bite of something far too large for them to chew. Hanan approached a Bulkhead male, young but comparably immense next to his own beast. Irrational and beyond reasoning, he instigated the dragon into an uncontrollable rage. Ossifrage leapt into the air to escape him with her rider in tow, but the Bulkhead had already begun to swing a heavily armored foot. His talons easily raked her structurally weak mask and shattered the bone face along her eyes.
Hanan laughed giddily upon her back at her misfortune while they escaped barely with their lives intact. Wracked with pain, confusion, and anger, the Ruin climbed straight up into the sky where she knew the Bulkhead would not readily follow and snatched the laughing maniac in her talons. With a furious shriek, she released Hanan mid-air and watched him crash upon the rocky outcropping below. The macabre end to her rider’s life shocked the young Ruin in a violent, momentary seize, affixing her broken mask into permanent closure.
Ossifrage left the Murks with little ties to keep her there. Her rider’s broken body, while of little sentimental value, was hardly worth mourning over with the threat of her class looming over her vulnerable wounds like vultures. She took to wandering the western coast where still resides currently, scavenging a meager living off the bodies of the unfortunate. Ossifrage honed her skills in cold murder after Hanan’s death and turned her sick hobby into something of an art form. A far cry from the cocky greenhorn she used to be, her means of torture have turned her into a formidable fighter and something to be reckoned with. While she may brood over the lost asset in her rider every now and again, the treasure she seeks can always be replaced.
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Parents NPC Air Vihar x NPC Bone Fracture
Children By ??? ??? Male Ruin Drest Female Ruin Asherah
By Chaos Mazhrekan Female Disruption Noa Male Bone Yutaji
By Gravity Thanatos Male Gravity Morte Male Ruin Wakhan
Grandchildren Female Ruin Ghede Female Bone (Fire) Garcharor Male Bone (Air) Bisphosphonate
Great-Grandchildren Male Fire Charbon[/align]
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