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Shelobsirias :: Male :: Tainted Rosemary; 40, Riderless
Topic Started: Mar 12 2015, 02:57 PM (507 Views)
Kyariel
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I GOT A JAR OF DIRT, I GOT A JAR OF DIRT, I GOT A JAR OF DIRT,
Character Number: 3rd

Name: Shelobsirias

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Element: Rosemary

Appearance:

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Mother Forest Amaryllis x Father Rosemary Saffrozin, both NPC

A pale ghost of a dragon, Shelobsirias’ hide seems pebble-covered in appearance, though pale frost in color. Then an onlooker would see twin crests of dark crimson tipped white feathers up above his large, goggle-like eyes, and not the usual single crest that most other rosemary’s might have. Below these eye-crests sit a strange face -- one that looks a bit like it had fused a gecko’s eye sockets and upper muzzle to the back of a viper’s skull and lower jaw. Yet, for all their seeming rigidity, his eyebrows are capable of movement. This allows him some range of human expressions, such as the ability to lift an eye ridge in confusion. On rare occasions, both might rise up in surprise, making his wide-eyed expression that much more startling as a result.

Shelobsirias is bright-colored for a tainted dragon, as far as markings go on his moonlit hide showing that the only ‘muted’ color visible would be the slate-colored eyes with darker gray slit pupils. Vibrant stripes on his body in turn offer a crimson mask, to help them stand out further, in the form of a wide, ragged edged stripe that runs from one corner of this dragon’s broad mouth to the other over-top of Shelo’s head. Feathered Wings continue this trend of being white with red accents right along his gangly, partially feathered body. Giving the appearance that each feather on his body dipped in blood, before being used to paint lazy tiger stripes of crimson down his writhing spine. Continuing the striped pattern to where a strange ‘flower bud’ formed at the tail tip, its coloration starting off as white before becoming red edged with the feathers in other areas of his body. This ‘bud’ shaped tail tip sits amid soft elongated scales colored green, than tipped red in slight contrast to the rest of his pale form. These longer scales resemble leaves thanks to the flush of green they bring to this Rosie’s looks. Especially as those closest to his tail tip curve over it, much like a real flower’s own would do before the buds bloom.

The feathers seen all along his form seem not to move much when he’s sitting still or asleep. When he gets excited, however than most feathered patches might fluff up a bit depending on what his mood is, which tends to mean his wings are left unruffled in contrast. This occasional tendency to puff up leaves him with a rather frilled look and lends credence to his seeming unthreatening countenance. As far as height goes he’s pretty average for a Rosemary dragon which might further add to his ‘not a threat’ look on first inspection. He is on the higher end of the length scale for a Rosemary, thanks to how he just seems built longer in body than most dragons of his breed, leaving him somewhere between eighteen-twenty feet total for adult size. If one had to guess his exact length, roughly 19 and a half would be as good a guess as any.

The strange flexible scales on Shelobsirias’ body that crop up like weeds among the smaller scales are not just on his tail end. They readily sprout on the underside of his neck in a bedraggled beard configuration. Resulting in whiskers up along the hinge of his jaw, allowing them to flap as he speaks, before cropping up as a ragged ruffle along his sides, where they are somewhat shorter. Unlike those on Shelo’s tail, the tendrils showing up on neck and body are white-tipped in red like his plumage. These strange aspects of his hide are all soft feeling, like the smaller scales. They just tend to stick out further than the tiny ‘sand grain’ scales elsewhere. Only on the tail can he make his muscles work enough to get any use out of those long scales somewhat like fingers to grasp something though. Otherwise, they are just an accent to his looks, not that he minds much one way or the other.

His crystal is easier to find than most, seeing as it is on the front of his softly rounded muzzle, in the shape of a crescent between his nostrils, with both points curved toward them almost like a nose ring. Its color is a deep dark purple and smoothed like a water-polished stone. So, unlike his eyes which are a muted color on his face, they seem intensely pale compared to this dark purple stone. This bond crystal had long ago been ruined by a crack that sits on the outer curve. Which has darkened to a true black color thanks to his tainting as he grew older.

The one aspect of Shelobsirias’ appearance that is not obvious right away lies in his mouth. Unless he’s working on a severely wounded patient anyway, then the hidden curved daggers swing into sight. Showing off the useful gift from his Forest mother’s genes as they are handy in Shelo’s inborn line of work. Seeing more use in injecting his healing spit straight into a deep wound, instead of poisoning a target like a Forest dragon would. The thought line is still similar, only Shelo does it to heal not harm, though he can still use his healing spit in the same way other Rosemary dragons would. He just happened to gain a useful 'extra' quirk in his own physiological make-up.

Personality:

Curious, Crafty, Vicious

His behavior shows a curious side when hunting for food or healing plants. Basically he has a tendency to distract himself from a gathering mission if another living thing catches his eye. He won’t shy off right away from inspecting a slumbering creature like a fellow dragon, as a result. Though this stilt-legged gecko often ends up fleeing if the entity he comes across starts moving, thanks to how curiosity and bravery do not stay in the forefront of his mind when a potential threat rouses. If it is a wakeful beast he comes upon Shelo will barter his continued living in return for healing any potential hurt the opposing dragon may have, or he’ll flee at speed if there are no wounds to heal.

Yet, when he used to play this ‘game’ with his rider he’d usually vanish with something of the human’s in his mouth. Or even wrapped in his tail as he fled cackling. This ‘game’ had spread to other humans as time went on. Leading to them not realizing something like their money pouch was gone until later in the day or night. More often than not, a glob of spit would be the clue pointing to who stole any missing object. Both showing how imperfect his crafty side really is and giving him a laugh, even as he’d get told to return what had gotten filched, unless it had been food anyway, that he was never contested on, understandably.

He got on well enough with others despite such pranks, likely due to the healing and quick returning. Though his one-time enemies found this particular healer was not entirely an easy kill; having both speed and a vicious streak in a battle at his disposal. This particular Healer pair made it their business to prove healers were not all soft targets. The taint influence did nothing to lessen the pride he takes in healing those who need it. Aside from allowing him to see Tainted dragons wounded as patients instead of enemies, in reverse to how he used to think before becoming Tainted.

One downside to Shelo’s personality, aside from that vicious streak of his getting him in deep trouble, is a simple one. More or less, if he’s off on a gathering mission, be it for food or plant life, like herbs. Then ‘blinders’ of a sort might come up to block out even the thought of potential dangers, leading to his being easy to startle, somewhat like an over-sized cat at times. Thankfully without the claws to go with that comparison, though the dander he exudes could mess with the senses of whoever startled him.

Partner: Nazir Dullahan, Deceased, had been a Healer when alive

Rank: Unassigned

History:

Forty years back saw Shelobsirias hatch out on Sekkain sands without half the fuss most hatchlings usually seemed to put up. He had even playfully raced to the source of a ‘tug’ at his crystal with another new-hatched dragon. Considering his size at birth, Shelobsirias was barely larger than a herding dog pup, so unlike his ‘competitor’ the newly hatched Fire he merely tripped over his rider to bes feet instead of faintly staggering Nazir like the young fire had done with his human half. Nazir hadn’t minded much, the young man was just happy to find his other half. Especially after Kazuko had seen fit to give him a crystal signifying his bonded was at the hatching.

Not long after they came into the world training started for this Young healer dragon and his chosen partner. In most of the other young dragons’ case, that meant learning how to fight on top of rescuing people from a tainted dragon; said dragons who were either trying to kill a human by dropping some poor soul out of the sky or stealing them for a Tainted hatching. In Shelo’s case, that encompassed fighting to a milder extent with healing as his primary function. It often took the liberal use of his calming dander to keep wounded friends from having an absolute fit. Most often if Shelo needed to pierce the outer edge of a deep wound with his long, tunneled fangs, to heal as much deep damage as possible before any surface hurts had been patched up, to avoid a nasty infection.

Soon enough, they went on from practicing on those hurt in training accidents to joining in real fighting when Shelobsirias had hit the age of two, Shelo remembers rather clearly how he’d ask his slightly loony older brother to stay safe in this past time. His caring concern seemed appreciated back then, he'd like to think. At least when he tried to remember happier times, specifically when the haziness from becoming tainted allowed him to dredge those memories up. So, when Hazo had come into the medic tent bloody and limping, he’d eyed the older forest in a rather dour way. Thanks to how his forest brother had gotten himself beaten up during one of many skirmishes with the Tainted ones, which looked nothing like staying safe to Shelo, he’d keep his thoughts to himself back at this time however.

As time wore on and fighting continued, things had settled into a routine for the brothers to see each other after every skirmish. As a result Shelobsirias and the healer he’d bonded to were quick to notice when Hazo plus his human failed to show up one evening when a member of the same wing Hazo was in stopped by Shelo’s med tent instead. Whatever Shelo had expected on the new rider’s approach, hearing how Hazo and his rider were attacked by a wings-worth of tainted dragons was not it. This news had dealt him a severe blow at the time, as a result leaving Shelobsirias emotionally wrung out.

He stayed in such a state that, when the she-dragons of Sekkai were rising, he did not show any sign of wanting to chase. Not even after he’d gotten pushed from the barracks he shared with his rider and a few other healer pairs; so he was unsuccessful in the contests for a she-dragons affections. Mourning for the brother he thought dead took up too much of his thoughts, slowing him down a great deal and ruining his appetite at times just as it dulled the instinct to chase when female dragons rose. But, it did not stop him and his rider from trying to carry on their plant gathering missions to replenish depleted stores. It would be almost ten years later before he found out his brother had not died at the claws and fangs of an enemy.

For all that the taint within his forest brother led Hazo to go about revealing himself in a rather heart-wrenching way, specifically in leading a small band of tainted forests and mycotics through the battlefield in search of his little brother. Who by this time was not sticking only to the healer's tent during battles, he was on the field of combat as well, using his soporific dander and speed to calm any enemies into a dazed stupidity that he could overpower much more efficiently. It was in the midst of this method of battling that Shelobsirias forgot one vital thing, protect your rider. After all the time that passed since he’d been last told his brother was dead, Hazo shouting to him in the middle of a battle had the result of kicking Shelo’s focus sideways as his eyes warred with what his mind thought was the truth. Leaving an opening for the lunatic rider to act like he was helping Nazir, though the bow in his supposed comrades' hands was not pointed at any rider astride another tainted beast. Instead, its trajectory lead straight for Shelo’s human. The arrow was singing through empty air with a laugh from the maniacal forest’s rider before Nazir realized something was horribly amiss, not in any time to save himself however.

To this day, Shelobsirias is not sure when he started moving. He just remembers the ‘twang’ of the bowstring deadening his hearing to all other noises. Then feeling the connection to his rider snap shortly before he had gone tearing across the space between where his Riders’ killer sat and he had been, after that he remembers ending the weak human on Hazo’s back. Moments before Nidhogg’s tainting influence grasped his mind and refused to let go for some time; at least not until the Sekkain forces captured Nightmare lord Nidhogg long after his dark legion lost their only Tainted Karma. Thanks to the length of time spent with His dark influence in Shelo’s mind, he’d become just as crazed as all tainted dragons seemed by the time the Tainted Lord was gone.

He often confused the hell out of a great many dragons that he came across in this span of time, least if he found them wounded on his wanderings. Most often thanks to how he’d walk up to them without fear if they were awake and offering to fix up their hurts in exchange for not becoming food, before moving off in what he imagined was a sneaky way. It didn’t seem to matter to him that most of the Tainted legion looked down on creatures like himself for being a healer over a fighter. He was just trying to adjust to life without a rider, regardless of the way he’d gone about it. Showing that while he was still a tainted dragon that some strange sort of compassion and the pride he felt in doing his work was what kept him going. He never bothered to admit it was also a hunt for his skulking, backstabbing sibling driving him on.

Unlike some dragons who seemed to take their renewed sense of self with Nidhogg’s capture as a reason to try to get healed; Shelobsirias had ignored such ideas completely as if they weren’t even present in his mind. Possibly thanks to how tight a hold Nidhogg had possessed on him and the crazed thoughts that were a direct result, maybe even due to some hidden hatred of the ‘good guys’ that might seem to have allowed this mess to happen in his way of thinking. The third option could even be he was too focused on trying to hunt down his brother when not healing others. A mission that might be waylaid by the Sekkain faction, since he’d trained as more healer than a fighter, however 30 years with no sign of his brother in that whole span left Shelo uncertain if Hazo was still alive.

He intends to keep looking at the least, regardless how long it takes, even if it turns into a hunt to learn who might have ended Hazo. So, while he hopes he gets to end that thrice-damned sneak, he won’t be all that torn up about it if he finds out the skulking traitor got killed, even though what the forest had pulled hurt Shelo twice over. First, by Hazo cheering for him when he hatched and found a human; then later in life taking Nazir from him with his own partner turned sadist as the method of slaying. Because of that betrayal, he refuses to see what Hazo had gotten his rider to do as a way for Shelo to ‘be free’. He’s just another murderous monster in Shelo’s eyes.

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