Post by .:Texas:Fire:. on Feb 6, 2007 19:12:12 GMT -5
Name:
Xa'rion
Race:
Dragon Rider; elfish in appearance.
Age:
Immortal, but appears as a 27 year old
Description:
He is tall standing at about 6'3" and has long straight back hair that falls to his mid-chest. He usually has it pulled back, but stray whisps always seem to escape the bindings. He is lithe and well-proportions with a slim chest and slender waist. His skin is fair, nearly pale and his face is somewhat long with a narrow bridge and high cheak bones. His shoulders are strong and his chest is well formed and toned with lean, but well-toned muscles. His sticks to a more oriental style of dress and prefers the colors of swirly white and black interlaced. His favored garment is a black and white oriental tunic that is empatterned with the details of a drake. The imprinted tattoo on his back is dark red and carries the characteristics of his dragon--it is his brand as a dragon rider.
Personality:
To the world, Xa'rion is reletively quiet and self reserved with a certain dark demeenor about him. His true nature is in no way foreboding or malicious, but to strangers his solemn stony expression is often misleading and he prefers it that way--people tend to leave him alone. He holds about him a reserved calm that comes in handy during the heat of wartime. He's rational, and rarely becomes openly irate, though often times enough he does feel rage, anger, and even wrath--of course, his personality would never let his opposer have the satisfaction of seeing it. In some ways, these locked emotions can be dangerous and at times seem to fester. Sometimes, when the frustration builds to a boiling degree, he may snap at those close to him at some of the littlest things. Often he feels guilty for it later, and may sulk off in solitude for a time. He's a touch too prideful to openly apologize, though if the sin is grave enough he does manage to ask for forgiveness.
To those close to him he is much more open, and shows a completely different person. He's sarcastic and makes good company, often teasing and taunting when the moment seems opportune--yet just as quickly he can evolve back into that solemn nature...
It all depends on the mood and moment of any given situation.
Now, with his dragon company he holds the relationship of a sibling. He's constantly teasing her, just about as much as she teases him. It's almost always argumentative in a playful manner, and sarcasm is thick... He has no fear of her judgement, for she accepts him as he is, as he accepts her. Willing to risk his life for her, he does occasionaly show a more sentimental side when the moment seems right... a time when comfort is needed above sarcasm and a few moments to stroke the delicate areas of his beast is no hinderance to him and he's more than willing to show that affection--though in public he's often a touch hesitant.
In regards to his womanly companion. He's still open the relationship is not as sure. Oh, it's plenty comfortable... he wouldn't trade the company for the world, but he doesn't hold the same intimate relationship as he does with the dragon. Nonetheless, towards her he doesn't know exactly what to feel. At first it was merely friendship and the attraction did not exist, but as time wore on and her company became more static, he couldn't help but feel some growing emotions that heightened as time went by. He's not exactly sure how she feels in return, but he doesn't get the impresion that she doesn't like him. Anyways, he feels that she is probably one of the only humanoid friends he's ever known. There have been aquaintances, but she seems to be the only one who is not overly intimidated by the company of his somewhat tempermental dragoness. He's very protective of her, and is known to show some jealous tendencies when other men get to close. If anyone dares to hurt her or harm her in anyway, may the gods have mercy on their souls, for Xa'rion can't say he'll spare any.
Skills:
His powers are rooted in electricity.
He can conduct his body for short periods of time--layering his skin with slight static voltage. This can make it difficult for other--more sensitive--creations to actually touch or get to close to him. Even when he is not consciously doing so, his skin always seems to hold an electrical attraction, though often times it is subtly and does not cause pain or even notice, over half the time.
His gifts also provide him with the ability to manipulate electrical currents that errupt within the skies during storms of any kind of proportion. He cannot influence the lightning's natural power, however, he can direct it to certain targets and even stay its hand--forcing it to rage within the skies instead of upon the earth. In some instances he can even channel the current through his body to absorb and use as a power source.
With the ability to harness electrical fire, he can also create small amounts of voltage by magical means and impulses. However, to make a charge worthwhile or enough to do damage, he needs to draw from a source (ex: lightning or his dragon)
History:
As a young boy, he was born to a Dragon Rider father and the daughter of a Rider. They too had dragon rider lineage, and the DR in his family dates back to times unrememberable, therefore... making him what some call "true blood." His father carried the unique traits of electricity, but his gifts were more extensive and self relient, or independent, than Xar's. His mother was a maiden of poison, and took a liking to venemous snakes and draconic beings. She also seemed in harmony with the poisonous and deadly side of the world... yet, though a powerful and dangerous woman she held a nurturing touch that did not oppress or expect the impossible. She was understanding and compassionate. His father however, was a rough and sometimes dangerous man. The death of his dragon destroyed the love in him, and he seemed to rebuke his wife and son--jealous of the fact that Xar still had a dragon to look forward to. He turned to whiskey and hard bars, where he met mercenaries and men of shady character. He became callous and often times turned on his wife and son when emotions ran high. It was no surprise when Xar's mother decided to take Xar and leave. It had become an abusive relationship and she wanted no more part in it--for her or her son. She planned to steal away one night, but the plot was ruined by his father's discovery. Demanding an explaination though he would not pause to listen, Xar's father brutally beat his mother, and she--too loving in her heart--had not the strength or will to truly kill her husband in defense of her own life... but the life of Xar--a young ten year old boy at the time, was more than enough excuse. Bearing the weight of death on her wilting soul, she struck a poisonous barb into the flesh of her drunken lover. She died beneath him, and he died upon her. It was a frightening situation for the young lad, and unknowning of what to do, he could only stare into death's eyes--cold and heartless in the blackest of dark nights. Knowing only of his home, he abandoned the corpses of his fallen family--for he still did not fully understand the concept of death and did not know of the proper way to regard it. He took refuge in the home, and stayed their for days.
An old elder by the name of Reiko, found him three days later. Xar was thin, malnurished, and his eyes were drawn and tired. He sick, and had barely the strength to resist as the man took him away--sending young villagers back to bury the bodies.
Reiko was also a DR, as were many of the men in this small village in the remote volcanic hills of the Pyran Guarded mountains. His dragon had passed away years ago, and age was slowly beginning to melt away the youth he no longer possessed.
Reiko taught Xar the ways of lore, and raised the young dragon rider with words of wisdom and understanding--a rough compassion... even teaching the lad how to handle his power, and channel it as he would. Though the strengths were weak in youth, Xar was assured that when his dragon showed itself he would be united with the other half that would strengthen him. Xar grew quickly and gained knowledge by the day. He soaked it in, and put the dreary memories of his past behind him... and to this day he has never shared them with anyone except his dragon. He's come close to sharing them with his female companion, but the time to tell has not seemed right.
Anyways, one raining dreary day.
Xa'rion learned how to wield a thin blade, and excell in archery. But the art of projectile weapons in their primal forms did not entertain him, and he soon abandoned the prospect--the skill withering away into non-existance. However, at the age of 55 in mortal years his mentor died in his mortality and left a young, slightly reckless 24 year old to manage on his own. Xar did just that, and abandoned his boyish home, heading for the wide mountain ranges, with only one quest in mind.
To find the dragon that Reiko had promised him.
Eventually, his quest led him not only to her, but to the woman he now holds close to his heart.
It began...
The day that Xa'rion left the small remote village in the mountains, he wasn't sure exactly what to expect. He didn't know if the dragon he longed for was in a future long distant, or in a present short while. He didn't even fully comprehend how he would come about her, or even the steps that needed to be taken in preperation for a meeting. Was the dragon looking for him, as he was now looking for it? He could only wonder as he left home.
He wandered and wondered for two years before he found the travelled road in the mountain plains. It was on this trip to one of the legendary caves of Nore'--an assumed back road into the hellish pits of the Fire Mountain, where the fire dragons were said to reside. He didn't have any place better to look, and though he could only go so far into the deep mountain tunnels, it was as good a place as any to try.
But, it was not until his return journey that he came upon the young woman called Suki. To him she seemed young, vulnerable, and alone... other than appearance there was little about her that didn't remind him of himself and when the opportunity presented itself, he offered her his company--tenaciously and fully expected to feel rejection... something his young reckless 26 year old pride could not endure. At the time, she'd seemed young and child-like with her slender petite figure and unfilled bosom and hips. Thus, he felt little lust, and as a noble-hearted young man did not linger on manly desired, if he even felt them at all. He respected her space and allowed her to assume what she would. He merely offered his presence in the dark lonely nights on the road, and even endured a few conversations that resulted in introductions and a chance to become a little less than strangers.
He found her enjoyed her company, and though she seemed young and naive, he could not help but feel a certain brave obligation to protect her through the dark shadows of the mountain, dare a marauding see an opportunity. He trusted his skills, and though he did not flaunt them around her, his mind eagerly and lightly hoped that some pathetic rogue would dare to test his strength. The idea of a fight was intriqueing to him. But that was before he actually had one.
They had journeyed to a small town and had parted ways within the village. He'd withdrawn into a tavern to work the travel out of his body, whilst she had continued down the dusty road to some other building--atleast that was his assumption, as she had not followed him. Perhaps she was not planning on stopping, it had crossed his mind.
Nonetheless, an hour or so later, a commotion drew his attention from the outside. As many of the men were, he went and stepped out onto the theshold to see the cause of the ruckus.
He found the newly met Suki in an act of defense, her body accumulated in flames, and her movements graceful and much more intimidating than he had ever expected. But the towns people here were loyal to their own, and their own alone... and their opinions still lay heavily in old tradition where women remained below their husbands... only to speak when spoken to. So, to have Suki resist their instistings was blasphemy to them and their ideas of punishment were justified by all tradition. Several men joined the ploy, and for a moment or so, Xa'rion saw no need to intervene. She seemed perfectly well upon her whims. But things turned bad quickly, and with the assistance of several others, they had her contained and held, whilst one man--a ringleader of sort advanced upon her.
Suddenly and Impulsively--something he'd been taught to avoid--influenced his hand and he stretched out his fingers, releasing a light wave of light. It burned through the flesh of his fingers, and filter painlessly through the contours of his body... leaping for the advancing fool. But, this was not well, Xa'rion needed a source, and a strong source he did not have. Luckily, the earth was dry, and the dusty soil had provided a touch of static that he quickly withdrew and consumed. However, before he found the sense and sanity to stop, the electrical impulses of his own heart came at the beckons--flying through his outstretched arm. It did minimal damage to him, and his body quickly compensated for the slight loss of eletrical impulse, but the pain that second had wreaked upon his chest, left him breathless and staggering. But the act was done. Even the littlest of electricity can kill a weak heart, and kill it did. Cardiac arrest followed his strike, and the man writhed on the ground gasping for air... everyone seemed to pause, luckily for Xar who took the time to gather his own breath and soothe his rapid over-compensating heartbeat.
People were spell-bound by the dying rasps of their companion, but when he stopped squirming so they turned their stricken gaze in the direction of Xar. The damage was done, he became another fiend to them, and they regarded him a moment with caution. Those about him stepped aside, and formed a knit circle of intimidated faces. They were unsure about him as they were riled by his murdering of one of their own. This overpowered their cautiousness, and they began to enclose about him. They howevever, did not release Suki either, but she was nolonger the focus of their attention. What happened after that was a deadly blur, as Xa'rion has used whatever energy there was to launched that one attack. He had nothing left but the physical, and it did very little against the mass of numbers. Plus, he really had no intention of slaughting them. Nonetheless, through his feeble attempts, they began to overpower him, and within the blur of reality he found himself growing numb without any recolection except for the rough bite of the pebbles that ground hap-hazardly into the skin of his face. The fate of Suki was unbeknown to him... and his fading perception was already distressed to a breaking point. He fully expected himself and Suki to received serious injury, and if not killed here and now, executed later on. Perhaps, his rushed thoughts were dramatic, but not all to far from the truth.
And yet, this is where Desuma came into his life, like a flying angel, the connection that the two were destined to possess, eventually led them together... in a very dangerous way no less.
The next thing he clearly remembered, was a sudden strength filled his lungs, filling his body. Overwhelmed by power, and a feeling of revelation, his body released an unexpected wave of electrical pulse, that--though still weakened by his own state of body and chaotic mind, did enough to buzz the systems of the surrounding men--forcing them to pause and stagger back as they regained their bearings. At the same time, a sound of coming met his ears, as an elegant bronze dragoness descended before him and about him, scattering the men around him. A dragon was beyond their influence. They scampered to a safe distance, as if wondering whether to indulge or... simply hope they went away.
Dragging himself to his feet, he regarded the dragon before him with awe and pride. For the pulse that ebbed from her, was undoubtably what had filled him with such raw and undetained electrical energy. Reaching respectfully towards her, he offered her his hand--waiting for her to finishing crossing the space between them.
They connected, and he was filled with fire--pleasurable fire that edged into every corner of his being, of his nature--filling every empty void, and eradicating all darkness... making him glow inside to out. He was suddenly not alone. Her name, he scraped from her mind, as she observed his. And it was how he came into communication and bond with Desuma, his lifelong friend and companion.
It was several moments, before he came back to his own individual senses, and removed his hand from Desuma, his joyous smile faded suddenly, and he snapped his attention to the throng of men still observing him. He then looked quickly for Suki.
She was off to the side at a short distance, and with slight haste he encouraged her upon the dragoness, as he too fit himself into the niche at the nape of her neck, just before the joints of her shoulders, draping his legs over the bone, creating a firm and balanced position--of course, this was after a breif conversation with Desuma, discussing her willingness to bear him and her ability to carry two.
And so... stands the beginning, when Xa'rion, Desuma, and Suki, became one group--to travel the road as a triple, rather than three singles.
Xa'rion
Race:
Dragon Rider; elfish in appearance.
Detailed Description about Dragon Riders:
Dragon Riders are generally humanoid and can be any real array of racial lineage (elf, human, crossbreed, ect.) However, they are genetically influenced by blood and generally father sire future dragon rider generations. And there are some who are considered "True Blooded" and the generations of Dragon Riders in their family are so many, that they are not considered as any other race... but as simply a Dragon Rider.
DR's are generally destined to become just that--to bond with a dragon and live the rest of their lives in a partnership with that creature... the specific dragon that acts as their other half. Similiarly Dragons and their riders are destined for only /one/ partner--a partner that is specifically designed for the advancement of the skill that the rider possesses.
Yet sometimes, Dragon Riders do not bond with their destined partner for one of the two popular reasons.
1.) the dragon they are destined for has died or been killed before the opportunity for the two to pair (and viceversa)
2.) the dragon rider does not wish to bond or take up the responcibilities that come with it. (and vice versa) OFten times such cases lead to the depression and sullen expression of the rejected partner.
A partnership is rather complex in many ways, and a dragon and its rider can bond at any time, at any age. Generally the two destined partners are born at reletively the same time, and grow up at an even pace--the dragon mature in stature slightly faster than the rider. They both share an immortality. However, the dragon is the one that provides this immortality. Should the dragon die... age returns to the rider, and they resort back to mortality. In contrast, a dragon's immortality is part of the dragon, and if a rider should die... the dragon will live on uninfluenced in health.
Now, a bonding occurs when the two bodies of dragon and rider come into contact for the first time. At such a pivotal moment, the two become almost as one and the minds of both fuse together in an unbreakable connection. Also, it is tradition for the blood of the dragon to be stitched into the body of the rider as a symbol of this unbreakable bondage--a tattoe if you will.
Using the blood of the dragon--not a harmful amount, of course--a draconic design is patterned into the skin of the rider's back. This pattern is usually a reflection of the dragon that they've bonded to. The image is made as intricate as possible, and is large, covering a majority of the back and curving slighty over the right shoulder. Naturally, the design varies among individual partners.
After the bonding and the traditional "imprinting" they are techinically Dragon Rider and Dragon Mount. They connection of mind is singularily their own. Only the dragon can hear the thoughts of the rider and vice versa. however, as a dragon, the mount can understand and speak telepathically to other dragons, but share a special private connection with their companion.
Of course, there is a set back. There is a certain range to this mind speaking ability. The farther away the two are the more energy and effort it takes to speak mind to mind. Similarly if they are /too/ far away they cannot converse at all.
Dragon Riders are generally humanoid and can be any real array of racial lineage (elf, human, crossbreed, ect.) However, they are genetically influenced by blood and generally father sire future dragon rider generations. And there are some who are considered "True Blooded" and the generations of Dragon Riders in their family are so many, that they are not considered as any other race... but as simply a Dragon Rider.
DR's are generally destined to become just that--to bond with a dragon and live the rest of their lives in a partnership with that creature... the specific dragon that acts as their other half. Similiarly Dragons and their riders are destined for only /one/ partner--a partner that is specifically designed for the advancement of the skill that the rider possesses.
Yet sometimes, Dragon Riders do not bond with their destined partner for one of the two popular reasons.
1.) the dragon they are destined for has died or been killed before the opportunity for the two to pair (and viceversa)
2.) the dragon rider does not wish to bond or take up the responcibilities that come with it. (and vice versa) OFten times such cases lead to the depression and sullen expression of the rejected partner.
A partnership is rather complex in many ways, and a dragon and its rider can bond at any time, at any age. Generally the two destined partners are born at reletively the same time, and grow up at an even pace--the dragon mature in stature slightly faster than the rider. They both share an immortality. However, the dragon is the one that provides this immortality. Should the dragon die... age returns to the rider, and they resort back to mortality. In contrast, a dragon's immortality is part of the dragon, and if a rider should die... the dragon will live on uninfluenced in health.
Now, a bonding occurs when the two bodies of dragon and rider come into contact for the first time. At such a pivotal moment, the two become almost as one and the minds of both fuse together in an unbreakable connection. Also, it is tradition for the blood of the dragon to be stitched into the body of the rider as a symbol of this unbreakable bondage--a tattoe if you will.
Using the blood of the dragon--not a harmful amount, of course--a draconic design is patterned into the skin of the rider's back. This pattern is usually a reflection of the dragon that they've bonded to. The image is made as intricate as possible, and is large, covering a majority of the back and curving slighty over the right shoulder. Naturally, the design varies among individual partners.
After the bonding and the traditional "imprinting" they are techinically Dragon Rider and Dragon Mount. They connection of mind is singularily their own. Only the dragon can hear the thoughts of the rider and vice versa. however, as a dragon, the mount can understand and speak telepathically to other dragons, but share a special private connection with their companion.
Of course, there is a set back. There is a certain range to this mind speaking ability. The farther away the two are the more energy and effort it takes to speak mind to mind. Similarly if they are /too/ far away they cannot converse at all.
Age:
Immortal, but appears as a 27 year old
Description:
He is tall standing at about 6'3" and has long straight back hair that falls to his mid-chest. He usually has it pulled back, but stray whisps always seem to escape the bindings. He is lithe and well-proportions with a slim chest and slender waist. His skin is fair, nearly pale and his face is somewhat long with a narrow bridge and high cheak bones. His shoulders are strong and his chest is well formed and toned with lean, but well-toned muscles. His sticks to a more oriental style of dress and prefers the colors of swirly white and black interlaced. His favored garment is a black and white oriental tunic that is empatterned with the details of a drake. The imprinted tattoo on his back is dark red and carries the characteristics of his dragon--it is his brand as a dragon rider.
Personality:
To the world, Xa'rion is reletively quiet and self reserved with a certain dark demeenor about him. His true nature is in no way foreboding or malicious, but to strangers his solemn stony expression is often misleading and he prefers it that way--people tend to leave him alone. He holds about him a reserved calm that comes in handy during the heat of wartime. He's rational, and rarely becomes openly irate, though often times enough he does feel rage, anger, and even wrath--of course, his personality would never let his opposer have the satisfaction of seeing it. In some ways, these locked emotions can be dangerous and at times seem to fester. Sometimes, when the frustration builds to a boiling degree, he may snap at those close to him at some of the littlest things. Often he feels guilty for it later, and may sulk off in solitude for a time. He's a touch too prideful to openly apologize, though if the sin is grave enough he does manage to ask for forgiveness.
To those close to him he is much more open, and shows a completely different person. He's sarcastic and makes good company, often teasing and taunting when the moment seems opportune--yet just as quickly he can evolve back into that solemn nature...
It all depends on the mood and moment of any given situation.
Now, with his dragon company he holds the relationship of a sibling. He's constantly teasing her, just about as much as she teases him. It's almost always argumentative in a playful manner, and sarcasm is thick... He has no fear of her judgement, for she accepts him as he is, as he accepts her. Willing to risk his life for her, he does occasionaly show a more sentimental side when the moment seems right... a time when comfort is needed above sarcasm and a few moments to stroke the delicate areas of his beast is no hinderance to him and he's more than willing to show that affection--though in public he's often a touch hesitant.
In regards to his womanly companion. He's still open the relationship is not as sure. Oh, it's plenty comfortable... he wouldn't trade the company for the world, but he doesn't hold the same intimate relationship as he does with the dragon. Nonetheless, towards her he doesn't know exactly what to feel. At first it was merely friendship and the attraction did not exist, but as time wore on and her company became more static, he couldn't help but feel some growing emotions that heightened as time went by. He's not exactly sure how she feels in return, but he doesn't get the impresion that she doesn't like him. Anyways, he feels that she is probably one of the only humanoid friends he's ever known. There have been aquaintances, but she seems to be the only one who is not overly intimidated by the company of his somewhat tempermental dragoness. He's very protective of her, and is known to show some jealous tendencies when other men get to close. If anyone dares to hurt her or harm her in anyway, may the gods have mercy on their souls, for Xa'rion can't say he'll spare any.
Skills:
His powers are rooted in electricity.
He can conduct his body for short periods of time--layering his skin with slight static voltage. This can make it difficult for other--more sensitive--creations to actually touch or get to close to him. Even when he is not consciously doing so, his skin always seems to hold an electrical attraction, though often times it is subtly and does not cause pain or even notice, over half the time.
His gifts also provide him with the ability to manipulate electrical currents that errupt within the skies during storms of any kind of proportion. He cannot influence the lightning's natural power, however, he can direct it to certain targets and even stay its hand--forcing it to rage within the skies instead of upon the earth. In some instances he can even channel the current through his body to absorb and use as a power source.
With the ability to harness electrical fire, he can also create small amounts of voltage by magical means and impulses. However, to make a charge worthwhile or enough to do damage, he needs to draw from a source (ex: lightning or his dragon)
History:
As a young boy, he was born to a Dragon Rider father and the daughter of a Rider. They too had dragon rider lineage, and the DR in his family dates back to times unrememberable, therefore... making him what some call "true blood." His father carried the unique traits of electricity, but his gifts were more extensive and self relient, or independent, than Xar's. His mother was a maiden of poison, and took a liking to venemous snakes and draconic beings. She also seemed in harmony with the poisonous and deadly side of the world... yet, though a powerful and dangerous woman she held a nurturing touch that did not oppress or expect the impossible. She was understanding and compassionate. His father however, was a rough and sometimes dangerous man. The death of his dragon destroyed the love in him, and he seemed to rebuke his wife and son--jealous of the fact that Xar still had a dragon to look forward to. He turned to whiskey and hard bars, where he met mercenaries and men of shady character. He became callous and often times turned on his wife and son when emotions ran high. It was no surprise when Xar's mother decided to take Xar and leave. It had become an abusive relationship and she wanted no more part in it--for her or her son. She planned to steal away one night, but the plot was ruined by his father's discovery. Demanding an explaination though he would not pause to listen, Xar's father brutally beat his mother, and she--too loving in her heart--had not the strength or will to truly kill her husband in defense of her own life... but the life of Xar--a young ten year old boy at the time, was more than enough excuse. Bearing the weight of death on her wilting soul, she struck a poisonous barb into the flesh of her drunken lover. She died beneath him, and he died upon her. It was a frightening situation for the young lad, and unknowning of what to do, he could only stare into death's eyes--cold and heartless in the blackest of dark nights. Knowing only of his home, he abandoned the corpses of his fallen family--for he still did not fully understand the concept of death and did not know of the proper way to regard it. He took refuge in the home, and stayed their for days.
An old elder by the name of Reiko, found him three days later. Xar was thin, malnurished, and his eyes were drawn and tired. He sick, and had barely the strength to resist as the man took him away--sending young villagers back to bury the bodies.
Reiko was also a DR, as were many of the men in this small village in the remote volcanic hills of the Pyran Guarded mountains. His dragon had passed away years ago, and age was slowly beginning to melt away the youth he no longer possessed.
Reiko taught Xar the ways of lore, and raised the young dragon rider with words of wisdom and understanding--a rough compassion... even teaching the lad how to handle his power, and channel it as he would. Though the strengths were weak in youth, Xar was assured that when his dragon showed itself he would be united with the other half that would strengthen him. Xar grew quickly and gained knowledge by the day. He soaked it in, and put the dreary memories of his past behind him... and to this day he has never shared them with anyone except his dragon. He's come close to sharing them with his female companion, but the time to tell has not seemed right.
Anyways, one raining dreary day.
Xa'rion learned how to wield a thin blade, and excell in archery. But the art of projectile weapons in their primal forms did not entertain him, and he soon abandoned the prospect--the skill withering away into non-existance. However, at the age of 55 in mortal years his mentor died in his mortality and left a young, slightly reckless 24 year old to manage on his own. Xar did just that, and abandoned his boyish home, heading for the wide mountain ranges, with only one quest in mind.
To find the dragon that Reiko had promised him.
Eventually, his quest led him not only to her, but to the woman he now holds close to his heart.
It began...
The day that Xa'rion left the small remote village in the mountains, he wasn't sure exactly what to expect. He didn't know if the dragon he longed for was in a future long distant, or in a present short while. He didn't even fully comprehend how he would come about her, or even the steps that needed to be taken in preperation for a meeting. Was the dragon looking for him, as he was now looking for it? He could only wonder as he left home.
He wandered and wondered for two years before he found the travelled road in the mountain plains. It was on this trip to one of the legendary caves of Nore'--an assumed back road into the hellish pits of the Fire Mountain, where the fire dragons were said to reside. He didn't have any place better to look, and though he could only go so far into the deep mountain tunnels, it was as good a place as any to try.
But, it was not until his return journey that he came upon the young woman called Suki. To him she seemed young, vulnerable, and alone... other than appearance there was little about her that didn't remind him of himself and when the opportunity presented itself, he offered her his company--tenaciously and fully expected to feel rejection... something his young reckless 26 year old pride could not endure. At the time, she'd seemed young and child-like with her slender petite figure and unfilled bosom and hips. Thus, he felt little lust, and as a noble-hearted young man did not linger on manly desired, if he even felt them at all. He respected her space and allowed her to assume what she would. He merely offered his presence in the dark lonely nights on the road, and even endured a few conversations that resulted in introductions and a chance to become a little less than strangers.
He found her enjoyed her company, and though she seemed young and naive, he could not help but feel a certain brave obligation to protect her through the dark shadows of the mountain, dare a marauding see an opportunity. He trusted his skills, and though he did not flaunt them around her, his mind eagerly and lightly hoped that some pathetic rogue would dare to test his strength. The idea of a fight was intriqueing to him. But that was before he actually had one.
They had journeyed to a small town and had parted ways within the village. He'd withdrawn into a tavern to work the travel out of his body, whilst she had continued down the dusty road to some other building--atleast that was his assumption, as she had not followed him. Perhaps she was not planning on stopping, it had crossed his mind.
Nonetheless, an hour or so later, a commotion drew his attention from the outside. As many of the men were, he went and stepped out onto the theshold to see the cause of the ruckus.
He found the newly met Suki in an act of defense, her body accumulated in flames, and her movements graceful and much more intimidating than he had ever expected. But the towns people here were loyal to their own, and their own alone... and their opinions still lay heavily in old tradition where women remained below their husbands... only to speak when spoken to. So, to have Suki resist their instistings was blasphemy to them and their ideas of punishment were justified by all tradition. Several men joined the ploy, and for a moment or so, Xa'rion saw no need to intervene. She seemed perfectly well upon her whims. But things turned bad quickly, and with the assistance of several others, they had her contained and held, whilst one man--a ringleader of sort advanced upon her.
Suddenly and Impulsively--something he'd been taught to avoid--influenced his hand and he stretched out his fingers, releasing a light wave of light. It burned through the flesh of his fingers, and filter painlessly through the contours of his body... leaping for the advancing fool. But, this was not well, Xa'rion needed a source, and a strong source he did not have. Luckily, the earth was dry, and the dusty soil had provided a touch of static that he quickly withdrew and consumed. However, before he found the sense and sanity to stop, the electrical impulses of his own heart came at the beckons--flying through his outstretched arm. It did minimal damage to him, and his body quickly compensated for the slight loss of eletrical impulse, but the pain that second had wreaked upon his chest, left him breathless and staggering. But the act was done. Even the littlest of electricity can kill a weak heart, and kill it did. Cardiac arrest followed his strike, and the man writhed on the ground gasping for air... everyone seemed to pause, luckily for Xar who took the time to gather his own breath and soothe his rapid over-compensating heartbeat.
People were spell-bound by the dying rasps of their companion, but when he stopped squirming so they turned their stricken gaze in the direction of Xar. The damage was done, he became another fiend to them, and they regarded him a moment with caution. Those about him stepped aside, and formed a knit circle of intimidated faces. They were unsure about him as they were riled by his murdering of one of their own. This overpowered their cautiousness, and they began to enclose about him. They howevever, did not release Suki either, but she was nolonger the focus of their attention. What happened after that was a deadly blur, as Xa'rion has used whatever energy there was to launched that one attack. He had nothing left but the physical, and it did very little against the mass of numbers. Plus, he really had no intention of slaughting them. Nonetheless, through his feeble attempts, they began to overpower him, and within the blur of reality he found himself growing numb without any recolection except for the rough bite of the pebbles that ground hap-hazardly into the skin of his face. The fate of Suki was unbeknown to him... and his fading perception was already distressed to a breaking point. He fully expected himself and Suki to received serious injury, and if not killed here and now, executed later on. Perhaps, his rushed thoughts were dramatic, but not all to far from the truth.
And yet, this is where Desuma came into his life, like a flying angel, the connection that the two were destined to possess, eventually led them together... in a very dangerous way no less.
The next thing he clearly remembered, was a sudden strength filled his lungs, filling his body. Overwhelmed by power, and a feeling of revelation, his body released an unexpected wave of electrical pulse, that--though still weakened by his own state of body and chaotic mind, did enough to buzz the systems of the surrounding men--forcing them to pause and stagger back as they regained their bearings. At the same time, a sound of coming met his ears, as an elegant bronze dragoness descended before him and about him, scattering the men around him. A dragon was beyond their influence. They scampered to a safe distance, as if wondering whether to indulge or... simply hope they went away.
Dragging himself to his feet, he regarded the dragon before him with awe and pride. For the pulse that ebbed from her, was undoubtably what had filled him with such raw and undetained electrical energy. Reaching respectfully towards her, he offered her his hand--waiting for her to finishing crossing the space between them.
They connected, and he was filled with fire--pleasurable fire that edged into every corner of his being, of his nature--filling every empty void, and eradicating all darkness... making him glow inside to out. He was suddenly not alone. Her name, he scraped from her mind, as she observed his. And it was how he came into communication and bond with Desuma, his lifelong friend and companion.
It was several moments, before he came back to his own individual senses, and removed his hand from Desuma, his joyous smile faded suddenly, and he snapped his attention to the throng of men still observing him. He then looked quickly for Suki.
She was off to the side at a short distance, and with slight haste he encouraged her upon the dragoness, as he too fit himself into the niche at the nape of her neck, just before the joints of her shoulders, draping his legs over the bone, creating a firm and balanced position--of course, this was after a breif conversation with Desuma, discussing her willingness to bear him and her ability to carry two.
And so... stands the beginning, when Xa'rion, Desuma, and Suki, became one group--to travel the road as a triple, rather than three singles.
