Phenris
(#5052074)
Level 1 Imperial
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
29.52 m
Wingspan
20.56 m
Weight
7922.7 kg
Genetics
Blood
Tiger
Tiger
Maroon
Seraph
Seraph
Crimson
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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p h e n r i s
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"rage, rage, against the dying of the light."
i’m the lesser of two evils or am i, am i tricking myself nice? if i’m the lesser of two evils who’s this man, who’s this act i hide behind? there are two ways to skin tonight let’s see whose road gets there faster this is a game no wrongs no right only a winner and a loser xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
basics rage is a fire, and phenris knows now that like anything, it will burn out. a thousand years angry, and what for? what did he gain from it? deadbeat fathers and dead children were all he ever grasped in his claws, all he had to his name for what agony he put himself through. phenris is an old, tired dragon. it took him far too long to know that the love is always stronger than the rage. |
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⊙ B A C K S T O R Y ⊙
by the time hellreek fell, phenris was almost a dragon and less a natural disaster, happening in slow motion. phenris was born in the early days, the small days, when there was no use for tact. he grew up brutal and bloody and full of faith, for the plaguebringer was the only thing granting them sanctuary it seemed, back before akeelah lost her glamour. he was born before the emperor, before the civil war. hestia should not have had children but she did, and she incubated his rage under her wing. that's all they had, half warbeast on the boneyard. that's what kept them and their family alive. it was them that faced every band of raiders, every cocky warlord. phenris took on the name of warlord, too, even though he was too young for it. akeelah gave him that grace, and he used it to be a bad dragon. a bad dragon trying to be better than his father. his father, who was never home, and when he was, turned his nose up at phenris' sister for being mad and turned his nose up at phenris for being angry. killed and maimed and fought to be better than someone who wouldn't lift a claw against the atrocities the clan faced in those early days. how could xaolou go to court and do his studies and attend parties when his people were starving and illiterate? phenris didn't mean to be so cruel to razor, at least this is what he tells himself. he is just so angry, and he wants to be a good father. but how could he teach children so weak to fight, how to protect and provide for this clan? he didn't mean for them to die. a few days on the boneyard would toughen them up. they weren't supposed to die. he can't let anyone see his grief. so he tells them it was on purpose. he didn't want them. they weren't good enough for him. he wishes he had told razor the truth. most of all, he wishes he hadn't done it. especially since his father comes back wrong not long after. in fact, it could be argued that he didn't come back at all. the shade that has him is so strong nothing could carve it out of him. he is a beast. it's almost better than what he was before. there are only so many dragons he can cut down. only so much blood can cover his eyes and stop him from seeing himself self destruct. his sister raises the dead. his sister has children with a monster. his sister gives birth to a monster. phenris is part of the family that only seems to take an never give. and phenris takes and takes until he can't take it anymore. he goes quiet. he is so tired. the stress of it takes his rage away. he doesn't go out, he doesn't see his mother. he lets himself fall useless, if only just to stop hurting, himself and others. akeelah sees him and her heart hurts. it was necessary, all those years ago, to be so violent. she should have known letting someone so young be to savage would hurt him later. the virulent sends an invitation; a bout of raiding and a feast afterwards. ives told akeelah about the want of political marriages, and though hellreek had no need of political ties, and seldom had unions such as marriage, akeelah knew just the dragon for it. phenris did not think he could love. he could kill and he could rage and roar, but he was too broken. on that raid he showed the virulent what years upon years of savagery could do to a dragon, made a good name for hellreek, made them want hellreek on their side in a fight. and then he sat down for dinner. and he fell in love. he went thinking he could choose a wife to marry and not love, only bond their clans together and see each other once in the full moon or less. and he came out feeling devotion he has not felt since he prayed fervent to the plaguebringer before each battle. they have children. phenris is a good father. and he is a good mate. and slowly, he starts to think that maybe he can be good. phenris had not been a pious dragon in years by the time that the plaguebringer rose. so when the flights clashed beneath her feet, scattering hellreek, his family, phenris did not think twice to fight. he didn't have a blade, or his armour, but he is an imperial, a plagueblooded warlord, the son of the death from above. droves of green-eyed monsters fell at his feet. until he falls at theirs. it takes two dragons larger than him to put him in the dirt; one of catch the claws he swung in its mouth and the other to cut open his belly. they move on from his mangled body like he's just another wrym, because to them, he is. he wakes up in the virulent's healing wards. afilade, of all dragons, saved him and dragged him there. he wants to see gloria. gloria isn't there. they haven't seen her in months. in the months that it took him to heal, that old, seething monster he put to rest reared its head. he kept it muzzled, but he was keenly aware of its presence. he does not know what he would become if gloria never returned to him. luckily, he never has to find out. their reunion is short and sweet, for fegult is found not long after, leading a group full of the dragons of hellreek. they are called the reckless, and phenris goes home to them. they are called the reckless, and that is what they are. phenris is not in good enough health to fight quite yet, but fegult needs him to train others. fegult isn't quite right, and phenris is sure he saw fegult's bloody smear on the boneyard, but he can't ponder it. his family is alive, at least some of it, and that's all that matters to him in that moment. he is the dragon that fanaa finds. hestia, unbeknownst to him, had kept all his baby teeth, sewn into the inside of her armour. fegult goes back to normal, the warmagic drained from him. he is still trapped in duty, but phenris isn't. dragons move freely between the reckless and the wretched, and the wretched goes home, and phenris goes with them, back to the boneyard, back to where it all began. |
⊙ O T H E R ⊙
role tactician warlord faction the wretched main residence the house of wolves origins the boneyard hellreek lair gender cis male pronouns he/him sexuality bisexual biromantic alignment true neutral loyalties to gloria patron deity the plaguebringer main form dragon |
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LEADER'S NOTES - Akeelah, Leader of Hellreek. Phenris, before the war, was in surprisingly good health considering how old his is and what he went through in the early days of the clan. Now, I am not saying that he was a little rusty before the war, but he was, and the result was partial evisceration and severe damage to his left hand. Both were treated by an untrained medic in suboptimal conditions. They healed surprisingly well, and the only indication that his guts were once outside of him is the fact that his tiger doesn't quite line up on his belly. His hand risked amputation, but it was miraculously saved by the Holyhealers of Virulent. No follow up needed. - Risk, Head Healer. Phenris has old warmagic like his mother, but it was not exacerbated until the war, where even when having open wounds in the Boneyard, he could not get an infection. - Ex, Head Mage & Magic Expert (translation by Lafier). physical mutation - Altschmerz, Mutations Expert. Needs physiotherapy on his hand once a week. Prescribed daily stretching. - Regal, Head Physiotherapist & Head Chef. I watched Phenris struggle with his mental health for many, many years without having the means to help him, as he would not come to me, and I cannot force anyone to receive treatment they do not want. However, in recent years, around the time of the hatching of his children with Gloria, he started coming to me regularly for sessions. He wanted to make sure he could learn to control his anger as to not upset his wife or children. I thought it was sweet. - Phanuel, Head Psychotherapist. armor + metal prosthesis - Foyam, Head Blacksmith. familiar notes - Gutch, Head Beastkeeper. clothing - Afilade, Head Clothier (transcribed by Legion). religion notes - Tariq, Priest of the Eleven. In the early days of Hellreek, every dragon owed the Plaguebringer for their continued life, and fought in her name as their form of worship. Though Phenris has left that ideology behind, he has many, many religious scarification tattoos from that time. If any drake wants something of the same sort, his are the oldest and therefore the most accurate in the clan. - Lyse, Priest of the Plaguebringer. shade notes - Karolyne, Shade Expert. Phenris is my child. When he learned to fight, it was kill or die. He is strong and vicious, but lacks finesse, which he does not need. In my absence, appoint him battlemaster until my return. - Hestia, Head Battlemaster. description of item/place pertaining to dragon - Codex Entry; Name. |
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charisma | ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ cunning | ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ compassion | ◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇ |
literacy | ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ refinement | ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ manners | ◆◆◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇ |
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phenris | old norse origins | play on fenrir; 'he who dwells in the marshes', the giant wolf god in norse mythology.
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