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Boreas - Male - Unaligned; Defected Ice (Unhealed)
Topic Started: Jan 29 2014, 09:49 AM (333 Views)
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[align=center] Somewhere in between the moss and the stone
The wind and the wood became my home
I layed myself down upon the green
When the ivy overgrew I could never leave

Something in the darkness pulled me deeper
Something in the madness eased my mind
Was I awake or was I dreaming
Cut the strings that bind me to mankind
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Character Number- 9th (Lore Contest Prize Slot – Design made and written by Nherva (GoG))

Name- Boreas

Age- 61

Gender- Male

Element- Ice

Appearance-

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  • An oddity for Ice dragons, Boreas does not host the sparkling ice-crystalline scales of most of his breed. Instead, he is completely covered in fluffy, stormy grey fur. While it appears it is only fur, he is in fact covered in scales, but the fur grows from the root of the scales and out, hiding the scales beneath. Seeming suited more for shadowed northern mountain forests than frozen wasteland landscapes, his patterning hosts a plethora of mottled brownish purple spots ringed in dark grey. His fluff isn’t just notable because most Ice dragons have scales, but because he quite literally looks like a fluffball when not in flight or stretched out all the way. His body from head to haunch is fairly average, though the length and volume of his tail coupled with his shorter, stockier limbs serve to make him appear thicker than he really is. If anyone were to call him fat, he could easily argue that he’s not fat, just poofy.

    Boreas’s face is shorter than average, with a slightly feline structure to it. A pair of intense silver eyes regard the world with a cold and superior countenance, set forward facing above his sloped muzzle as the eyes of a predator should be. Though his face isn’t as short as a feline’s, a copious amount of cheek and jaw fluff can make it appear as though it is. He also sports several stubby whiskers that move in tandem with his speech and natural sensing of his environment. Unlike most dragons, Boreas also sports a pair of shorter than average ears that are barely visible in the fuffy ruff around his jaw. A quartet of short, thick semi-transparent horns rise from his brow and curve backward, the larger of the two splitting off to a smaller barb about halfway up. The fur framing his face blends back into the fur of his neck, which rises on his spine to a stiff mane of coarser fur that runs the entire length of his body to the base of his tail.

    Though his body is shorter, his tail makes up most of his seventy foot length. When sitting, he curls his tail around his feet and often can be found using it for warmth despite his preference for the cold. He still has the handlike claw configuration at the tip of his tail, but it is well hidden beneath the thick fluffy fur of his tail. Boreas also has large paws for being in his element. They easily splay and distribute his weight evenly across soft snow in his preferred environment so he doesn’t sink into it. Though this makes him efficient on land, as most dragons, Boreas is made for the sky. Just like most others of his breed, Boreas’s wings are membranous, stretched skin between thick, strong phalanges to keep him steady in flight. His patterned fur covers the wing shoulders and extends about halfway down the wing, similar to the effect of half-feathered half-membrane wings, without the feathers.

    Boreas’s crystal is a deep amethyst stone in the shape of a sharply angled chevron or spade and is located pointing downward beneath his left eye. A clearly visible dark crack runs across the crystal just above the bottom tip, a clear indication of the reason its coloration has faded so dark when it was once a brilliant lavender earlier in his life.
Personality- Proud, Cynical, Outspoken, Impartial, Observant, Unabashed
  • Insecurity is far from Boreas’s frame of thought. He is extremely sure of himself in almost every case to the point of outright pride. He trusts himself better than he trusts anyone else’s judgment. Even if something goes wrong, he can almost always find a way to claim that he ‘meant to do that’ and there’s no better way to do it, even if it was the hard way. In fact, the hard way is possibly more interesting. He truly believes that if you want something done you have to do it yourself and only he knows what’s best for himself and anyone else, not that he expects anyone else to follow his advice. Most people don’t listen anyway, but he’ll make his opinion known on any case where it is necessary. If they don’t listen, it’s not his problem, which is something else he makes blatantly clear.

    Boreas is cynical to a fault, a pessimist by his very nature. His pessimism, however, is not the ‘woe is me’ type of negativity, rather his is the type that sees only drawbacks, like thinking about cavities when thinking of candy instead of how delicious the candy can be. Everything has a dark side and the bright side might exist but its extremely unlikely to come about. By hoping for the best but expecting the worst, Boreas lives his life preparing for that worse. He is the creature stockpiling supplies for the end of the world because if anyone’s going to be ready for it, it’s going to be him. Perhaps it is his awareness of the world around him, but he’s simply seen too much go wrong to believe that life is supposed to be full of rainbows and fluffy pillows. Being around an optimist is almost a sick game for the Ice, for he can counter almost any positive argument with something more realistic.

    If there’s anything that Boreas excels at, its being completely and entirely impassive about just about anything. Neutrality is his strength and it would make him best suited as a judge, if he even gave a crap. It isn’t that he can see both sides of an argument, rather that he simply doesn’t care about one side over the other, what makes sense makes sense, period. Even when he has all the details--which he usually does one way or the other thanks to his near constant awareness and observation of everyone and everything he encounters--he simply cannot become biased when it comes to anyone with the exception of his own flesh and blood.

    It is his pride in himself that makes Boreas most invested in the lives of those that have come after him. His children are a reflection onto him and therefore they must excel and if they do not, he doesn’t have a single problem pretending they aren’t his. As far as he is concerned, Boreas is the only individual in the world that he can count on.
Special Traits-

  • Due to his age and experience, Boreas has perfected his skill in deep-freezing his opponents. As most Ice dragons can make the temperature of an area drop to deadly levels whilst ensuring the survival of themselves and their riders, he has learned how to do so quickly and efficiently enough to freeze anything vital by literally sucking the heat from their bodies. It’s not something he can do overly often or to heat-variant dragons, however, or he not only depletes his own energy but can also cause him to become fevered and ill from his body temperature being too high (after all, that displaced heat has to go somewhere). It could potentially kill him if he uses the ability too often or on a dragon from the general elemental realm of Fire, Lava, or Bulkhead.
  • PS, he has a Russian accent >________>
Partner- Kirill Azarov; Deceased

Rank- Unaligned, formerly Tainted

History-
  • On the day he finally broke free of his constraining prison, shattering shards of shell across the warm Academy sands, Boreas was immediately noted as an anomaly for most of his kin. Glittering scales were masked by muted pelage, tail talons lost beneath the fur’s thick coating, the only discernible feature that marked him for his elemental breed were the jutting translucent horns peeking from his crown like tips of icy glaciers. The Ice oddity found his chosen candidate, a boy from the high reaches of the northern tundra, and for good reason it seemed. None that had been raised only around the local tongue and inflexions could understand a word uttered from the heavily accented dragon.

    Kirill and Boreas grew together as a pair, conquering the lessons they were pitted against in the Academy with flourishing determination. Unlike most human and dragon bonds, however, theirs grew more distant as they aged, Boreas forming a more independent mindset that drove him into segregation for solitude whenever possible by the time the Ice was twenty years old. The transition to more reclusive behavior had been subtle enough to not have bothered the likeminded Kirill, content to keep to his own studies in his northern village of origin while his partner sought scouting missions whenever they were offered. This symbiotic relationship allowed the two to operate apart without a hitch, each partner far from needing a codependent partnership to survive, instead enjoying the others’ company in short meetings when Boreas returned to the town nestled at the foot of a mountain.

    Seven years later, the fragility of their seemingly perfect arrangement was shattered. The community which Kirill had long considered his childhood home, and thus a safe haven, was viciously attacked. Boreas returned from his scouting trip that evening, finding a home that had housed his bonded leveled and smoldering with cinders. Their distance had numbed the blow of the dying bond, but standing at ground zero without so much as remains of a body to mourn, the crippling wave of emotions paired with phantom pain nearly rendered the Ice catatonic as he shut down outwardly, attempting to mask and contain the wildfire that raged within his own head.

    He remained nearly immobile for three days, unable to be drawn away, unwilling to leave. Eventually the body’s demands of hunger forced the dragon to sluggish action, mechanically sating the needs for continued survival. For weeks he returned after his needs were met to the destroyed foundation, regretting and second guessing his life’s actions for the first time that he could recall. He could have been there, could have possibly abated the attack, or at the very least, got his own rider out alive. Unfortunately, the ripple effect had already stilled, leaving the Ice to flounder like a fish out of the watery depths of his known element.

    The miniscule fracture in his chevron crystal went unnoticed, never pausing long enough to gaze at his own reflection where it mirrored back to him to heed the small crack that had formed. For three years after the incident he stumbled blindly through day after day, hazed in a cacophony of whirling judgments spurred forth from his guilt-ridden subconscious. It was this year, at the age of thirty years old, which the Ice’s life took a steep downward turn for an even greater measure of misfortune. Nidhogg assembled his army, and by hive minded calling, summoned Boreas to his will by means of the tarnished splintering of his crystal.

    Under the Nightmare’s subtly whispered dominion and splintered self-worth after the death of his rider, Boreas regressed to feral roots, honing himself into a perfect hunter as the Tainted Legion’s armies overtook Sekkai’s soil. Untamed tendencies blossomed into refined repetition as Boreas joined the murderous masses. Despite the terrible tasks he was called to perform, he executed his commands without flaw or failure. Like living in a dreamlike state, existing had suddenly become a constant, rather than a clinging, exhaustive condition. There was the hunter, and there was the hunted. Simple, elegant, and straightforward.

    For over two decades this masterful manipulation continued, until the time came when Nidhogg’s illusions and smokescreens no longer shielded him from the eyes of Sekkai. Captured at last by the handiwork of a crystalline prison, his presence was rid from the thoughts and actions of the legion, yielding them all to their own choices once again. Boreas found himself back in his own skin, the deceptively clear-minded chaos he had been immersed within for half his life abruptly torn away just as his loss of Kirill had come to pass. While civility returned, he maintained a great deal of the predatory penchants he had learned. The Ice justified his rugged living and lifestyle in the wilderness on cynical distrust of the rumored Academy’s Karmas being able to heal the ‘Taint’ from him without harm. He had survived the onslaught on his own, even without his rider by his side, so why would he have reason to trust a stranger beyond the alabaster stone walls?

    Having spent time under the Taint’s control had given him a twisted form of clarity, a dark plummeted path that in the end had lead him back to light. He had found reasons to live again, even if it was only for himself.
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