Post by Diarmut on Jan 8, 2016 0:59:01 GMT -6
Name: Diarmut
Class: Manakete
Age: 352 (16 appearance-wise)
Born in: Rhine River, Bern
Appearance: The young manakete has the appearance of a sixteen-year old boy (5'7", 130lbs) when in human form. He wears a simple outfit comprised of a white tunic with red detailing and taupe trousers. His gloves and boots are made from boar leather. He has two distinctive articles, the first being his father's white cloak (with gold-colored trim) and the second his mother's circlet (gold with an emerald crest).
In dragon form (7.5m, 9 tons) he is somewhat smaller than most others, at least at present. He has fiery red scales and a long neck, with two antlers on his head that look like coral formations. His circlet, infused with draconic magic, adapts to his true form and remains on his forehead.
Personality: Diarmut has a very controlled personality. He experiences a lot of passionate emotion, including the violent kind, but makes a conscious effort to channel that emotion into his intellectual pursuits. He has the inquisitive nature of a young teenager, but takes his time processing the things he learns. This is because he is acutely aware of his ignorance and is determined not to come to biased or inaccurate conclusions as he traverses the realm. When meeting others he is gentle and helpful, but hesitates to share even the slightest details of his life and opinions.
Story: Born in a forest along the Rhine River, Diarmut was raised in a small conclave of fire manaketes. They lived simple lives, hunting and foraging for their needs and otherwise keeping to themselves. Leaving the conclave unsupervised was forbidden to all but the eldest members of the conclave, which left Diarmut often feeling stifled.
Whenever the conclave encountered a problem, whether it was a shortage of food or a particularly chilly evening, they would find a way to blame humans for it. Their fear and resentment went deep, and even though Diarmut had been taught about the Scouring, he could never wholeheartedly embrace their mentality. This inner conflict began to growl defiantly in his chest at the age of 245 when a group of humans established a settlement not far from the conclave's preferred hunting grounds. Without a second thought, everyone uprooted their lives and moved further down the Rhine urgently and angrily. Diarmut immediately recognized their reaction as one of fear and was not convinced that he should feel as they did. He believed the dynamics between humans and dragons couldn't be the same as they had been during the Scouring, and his curiosity to investigate human society was born.
Another hundred-odd years passed and Diarmut continued to live with his conclave in quiet dissatisfaction. He knew of no other way to exist, but his desperation to escape his kin's limited perceptions grew ever more urgent. He strived to bite back his instincts, training himself to maintain a calm mind. One day, his conclave caught wind of an incident with a dragon at the Bernese arena. Their collective rage at the murder of the dragon caused a reaction in Diarmut. The rancor of his emotionally charged kin instigated the primal feelings of discontent that had grown within him, bypassing his rational mind. Though most would believe hearing about a slain dragon would have discouraged him from striking out on his own, Diarmut's spirit could not stand the newly provoked negativity of his conclave. He waited until their next Great Hunt, an event where most able-bodied manaketes went hunting to provide a feast in celebration of an important event, and feigned illness. Just as the sun began to set, he made his exit with unexpected ease. And so his journey to broaden his horizons began...
Class: Manakete
Age: 352 (16 appearance-wise)
Born in: Rhine River, Bern
Appearance: The young manakete has the appearance of a sixteen-year old boy (5'7", 130lbs) when in human form. He wears a simple outfit comprised of a white tunic with red detailing and taupe trousers. His gloves and boots are made from boar leather. He has two distinctive articles, the first being his father's white cloak (with gold-colored trim) and the second his mother's circlet (gold with an emerald crest).
In dragon form (7.5m, 9 tons) he is somewhat smaller than most others, at least at present. He has fiery red scales and a long neck, with two antlers on his head that look like coral formations. His circlet, infused with draconic magic, adapts to his true form and remains on his forehead.
Personality: Diarmut has a very controlled personality. He experiences a lot of passionate emotion, including the violent kind, but makes a conscious effort to channel that emotion into his intellectual pursuits. He has the inquisitive nature of a young teenager, but takes his time processing the things he learns. This is because he is acutely aware of his ignorance and is determined not to come to biased or inaccurate conclusions as he traverses the realm. When meeting others he is gentle and helpful, but hesitates to share even the slightest details of his life and opinions.
Story: Born in a forest along the Rhine River, Diarmut was raised in a small conclave of fire manaketes. They lived simple lives, hunting and foraging for their needs and otherwise keeping to themselves. Leaving the conclave unsupervised was forbidden to all but the eldest members of the conclave, which left Diarmut often feeling stifled.
Whenever the conclave encountered a problem, whether it was a shortage of food or a particularly chilly evening, they would find a way to blame humans for it. Their fear and resentment went deep, and even though Diarmut had been taught about the Scouring, he could never wholeheartedly embrace their mentality. This inner conflict began to growl defiantly in his chest at the age of 245 when a group of humans established a settlement not far from the conclave's preferred hunting grounds. Without a second thought, everyone uprooted their lives and moved further down the Rhine urgently and angrily. Diarmut immediately recognized their reaction as one of fear and was not convinced that he should feel as they did. He believed the dynamics between humans and dragons couldn't be the same as they had been during the Scouring, and his curiosity to investigate human society was born.
Another hundred-odd years passed and Diarmut continued to live with his conclave in quiet dissatisfaction. He knew of no other way to exist, but his desperation to escape his kin's limited perceptions grew ever more urgent. He strived to bite back his instincts, training himself to maintain a calm mind. One day, his conclave caught wind of an incident with a dragon at the Bernese arena. Their collective rage at the murder of the dragon caused a reaction in Diarmut. The rancor of his emotionally charged kin instigated the primal feelings of discontent that had grown within him, bypassing his rational mind. Though most would believe hearing about a slain dragon would have discouraged him from striking out on his own, Diarmut's spirit could not stand the newly provoked negativity of his conclave. He waited until their next Great Hunt, an event where most able-bodied manaketes went hunting to provide a feast in celebration of an important event, and feigned illness. Just as the sun began to set, he made his exit with unexpected ease. And so his journey to broaden his horizons began...
