NebularStrike

NebularStrike NoMage Northridge
Occupation: Offensive and Defensive Mage

You come across the dragon, their scales as deep and dark as the night sky itself. He stands on a snowy ledge, the bamboo stalks waving and clinking together like wind chimes around him. His spited back is turned to you. The wind rustles, carrying your sent towards the south. His nose twitches, out of your sight until he turns his head towards you. You looked him in the face and your eyes lock. The first thing you notice are those two, cold, intelligent orbs in his skull. They were a blueish-greenish color. Confusing. Was he of the wind flight? Or was it the lightning flight? Ice maybe? It was hard to tell. The wind changes, a gust of cold coming off of his star spangled body. He looks into your eyes, the colors swimming in the light even as he didn't move his head. You stare at each other, standing there quietly. Silent and unmoving. Then his shoulders turn. Then his wings. His chest. His flank. His tail. He is now facing you. The gusts began to pick up, growing colder. Then they kicked. Then swirled. You shiver as the temperature begins to drop. You look at your claws as snowflakes began to creep across them, leaping from grass blade to grass blade. You begin step backwards, the chills going down your spine no longer from the cold, but instead dread. Fear.
You look up at him, your eyes now filled with fear. Their eyes are swirling, churning, cold... Not a word or a sound was uttered and yet you can feel those eyes burrow their way in and begin to tear your soul apart, leaving more than just an unsettling feeling. He knows now... How could he know? You begin to back up hastily, not taking your eyes away from him as they became swirling, like a hypnotic storm. You want to shriek but you can't as if the winds now tugging at your wings and scales was taking it away, plucking it from your cords and pulling the cords tight within your throat. You feel like you can't breathe as snow begins to swirl around behind him in the same hypnotic pattern that is now dominating his eyes. The skies become clouded with storm clouds as shadows begin to be cast across the ground. He rears up and spreads his wings. He opens his giant maw and roars. First came out the howl of wind as the voice accompanied it like it was the wind's echo. The chilling sound was blanketed out by the screaming, swirling storm around you as the snow becomes a dome around you, the wind being pulled from your lungs as the snow covers your body. You gasp for breath, unable to find oxygen in the air around you as it is whipped away from you violently. You stumble backwards and rear up as you call out, a final shriek before the quiet as the storm around you drowns you out from the rest of the world. Your cry becomes like that of the howling winds around you. Your body is cold, your soul is shattered, and your breath is stolen. All you feel is the cold that now envelopes your body. Your feet hit the ground again... but you aren't you anymore. You are gone...
The storm dissipates and all that is left is him... and the glistening form of something that once lived and breathed as he did. He turns around and looks back out across the Plateau's plains, like nobody was ever there...
the battlefield ahead littered with glittering statues... just like you.



Family Tree

Grandmother (Father's) Unnamed Ice Flight

Grandfather (Father's) Unnamed Shadow Flight

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Grandmother (Mother's) Cen Nature Flight

Grandfather (Mother's) Penthus Shadow Flight

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Father Starstriker Ice Flight

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Mother Capulate Light Flight

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NebularStrike
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Due to his heritage and the rare eye type Nebular had somehow gained more than one flight. He has gained three in total. Wind, Ice, and Shadow. His eyes become swirly whenever he uses a combination of his flights. Using just one of his flights doesn't affect how they look type wise, but the colors will mix when he shifts to that type of flight. He has the abilities to turn dragons and beastclans into frozen statues and sometimes even control one using his shadow powers. His powers are both controlled and untamable, and so he has to hyper focus on his target in order to keep them under control when attempting to use them. He makes his mind void of acknowledging any other outside or internal stimuli and only focusses on his target. He can focus on a number of targets, but only a few. If he is targeting a bigger group he lets some of his control go. If his concentration is broken the storm in unleashed and more have to get hurt than necessary. If the storm is particularly big it can take over him and he will be coated in ice and become the center point of the storm. His eyes will glow and he will lose himself in the cold storm. He will become half of the things he is able to control and will not be able to return until he finds an anchor, making him a walking ghost of ice and wind, void of any thoughts or feelings. This is the price of having three flights with such immense powers. If it can kill it is unknown, and preferably untested.

He is a bit of a loner and one that only serves when absolutely necessary. He often destroys entire armies before they are even within sight of Azurewinds. He lives on the border of the Windswept Plateau, protecting all those inside. He lives in his own burrow which is hidden behind a wall of bamboo. He is rarely seen by anyone but his parents, who he tries his best to keep in contact with despite his taste for a more secluded life. he is serious, rarely talks, and is quite a blank slate when it comes to reading emotions or body language. He often makes eye contact to help focus his spells, so if he's locked onto you you have something to worry about.