Dovahkiin
(#67540215)
Level 1 Gaoler
Follower
Dripcave Deputy
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Gaoler
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.12 m
Wingspan
8.81 m
Weight
7019.89 kg
Genetics
Taupe
Giraffe (Gaoler)
Giraffe (Gaoler)
Stone
Daub (Gaoler)
Daub (Gaoler)
Taupe
Braids (Gaoler)
Braids (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7
Biography
 
"The time will come when you'll have to rise Above the rest and prove yourself Your spirit never dies" |
. . . Fenrri Steel-Torn . . .
focused - harsh - impersonal he/him . . . _____________________________ . . .   . . . _____________________________ . . . . . . Tale of the Tongues . . . Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky, His roar furious fire, and his scales sharpened scythes. Men ran and they cowered, and they fought and they died. They burned and they bled as they issued their cries. We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage, Heroes on the field of this new war to wage. And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world, Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled. But then came the Tongues on that terrible day. Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray. And all heard the music of Alduin's doom, The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um. And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage, Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age! And if Alduin's eternal, then eternity's done, For his story is over and the dragons are gone.
- banners by osiem -
. . . _______________________________ . . .
. . . Prophecy Foretold . . . A Biography of the Dragonborn - Lizardfish Reincarnation of the Dragonborn, Fenrri was found as a young dragonling without parents to look after him. He was taken in by beastfolk that lived in the mountains, who taught him how to hunt and fight for himself. He became well-versed in the art of a bow and arrow, but also learned the art of sword. He was reportedly a slow learner and often sustained physical injury while training. No matter how much he failed he kept trying. When he was old enough he left home and became a nomadic warrior, willing to take on any task. He has never failed in any mission he’s taken on for a reward, starting and finishing it with ruthless precision and accuracy. The person he works for and takes a job from does not matter to him; he could be working with the poorest of beggars or the assassins of the shadows. He could be anywhere. Fenrri doesn’t sugarcoat anything or take things personally. For this reason he is often removed or distant from others, not really having friends or being with others outside of his job and position. However, despite not being social, he is still respected wherever he does go. He is beastclan aligned and does not align himself with one side or the other of dragonkind, neutral in most debates and disputes. Although he is neutral, he has a strict set of morals when taking jobs. He does not turn his blade on those that are innocent or not involved with his mission at hand, nor does he instigate anyone even if he believes they could sabotage him. He is private and does everything on his own, not caring about anything other than his task. He also does not care about rewards. He is known to work for free if his clients cannot pay. Despite being a dragon, he lacks elemental magic altogether. He must use his physical strength and expertise with weapons in order to take down his enemies. His eye color was in no way influenced by the elements passed down from generation to generation. This is said to be part of the Dragons of Old’s ancestry, said to rival the power of the gods. As well as this, he is reported to be mute, or perhaps he merely does not speak modern language. He has never been observed or reported to have spoken, and as such, it tends to be hard to have a full conversation with him. There is one report, however, when he was but a beginner warrior just starting his journey that reports a strange geological phenomena. It is whispered behind his back through the towns he visits of a time years past, where a dragon had gotten him so mad that he yelled. This incident baffles the researchers of arcane and earth, as it is said that in that day, the ground itself trembled in his rage. He has not spoken a word since. . . . Sonnets . . . From Past to Present || Bones in the Ocean || Warriors |
"Farewell I've gone to take my throne above But don't weep for me 'Cause this will be The labor of my love" |
. . . The Dragons Are Gone . . .
| AAAAAA |
When Fenrri was young, he had many teachers. The beastfolk that had taken him in raised him collectively and taught him to fight in many different disciplines, with each master taking their turn. Swordmaster Lillia’s classes with him had been painstaking. The dragon learned at a plodding pace, but his determination was unmatched. Lillia had taught him everything she knew about the art of the sword. Soon, Fenrri would leave their colony to make his own way in the world, in accordance with their tradition passed down for centuries. The night before her student was bound to depart, Swordmaster Lillia had a dream. She dreamt of an all-encompassing darkness that pressed down heavily on her lungs and heart. She dreamt of worlds being devoured. And in the midst of it all was Fenrri Steel-torn. He was standing alone, facing the wall of darkness. As she observed, silvery streams of light burst from Fenrri and shattered the void surrounding him. She heard a scream, a call of defiance echoing madly in her ears. Then Swordmaster Lillia woke up, out of breath. She tried to think. Perhaps this was cruel of her, but she had always assumed that Fenrri Steel-torn would have a mediocre life. He was a good student with strong morals, and she hoped that he would be happy with the nomadic life he had chosen. She had trained plenty of other students like him. She had never dreamt of anyone else saving the world. There was a hint of seer blood in Lillia’s family, passed down through generations of maternal ancestors. It wasn’t very strong, but it was enough for her to know that what she had dreamt was true. Lillia tossed and turned for the rest of the night, trying to decide whether she should tell her student about his potential destiny. He was still so young, after all. Wouldn’t it be too much pressure to tell a student just beginning adulthood that he was… what, the only force standing between their world and eternal darkness? It sounded much too dramatic for Lillia to take seriously. What she had seen might not even come to pass. Would it be crueler to leave him unaware of his fate or to rob him of his innocence too early? When their clan bade him farewell the next morning, Swordmaster Lillia stood in silence. She could have said something before they sang goodbye to him, could have spoken up when Fenrri bowed deeply to her one last time. But she didn’t. The savior of worlds walked away, unknowing. The beastfolk watched him go. Fenrri Steel-torn had met many people during his traveling years. He was proud of the times when he had helped others and treasured the memories of when he had been met with kindness in return. But he also had seen first-hand the damage that excessive greed and power often caused. For this reason, he felt that his choice not to speak anymore was the right one. It was better that way. If he didn’t speak, then he wouldn’t be tempted to Shout. The phenomenon had only happened once before, and it was only through extensive research that Fenrri had learned what he should call it. He had done it to save a village of innocents -- but no, that wasn’t quite accurate. Fenrri admitted to himself that he hadn’t done it intentionally with such selfless reasons. The Shout had happened because he was angry. Incandescently, mindlessly furious at the stubborn fool standing across from him refusing to listen to common sense or intimidation. Earthquakes, it turns out, are very powerful persuasion tools. The thing that haunted his mind and stopped up his tongue was how right it had felt. Right after he had Shouted, Fenrri had felt powerful, almost intoxicated with it. Then he had looked around at what his power had done, and terror rushed in. The villagers said that he had saved them, afterwards, but Fenrri had studied the toppled trees and houses and thought: Did I? Or did I just make everything worse? It was better not to use it. After all, he didn’t even know exactly what it was, or why he could do it but no one else seemed able to! If he didn’t acknowledge the Shout, then he wouldn’t be corrupted by it. How could Fenrri think that he would be more able to handle such power than everyone else in the world, when he had seen firsthand how even the smallest amount of influence poisoned others’ minds and morals? He wasn’t anyone special. Just another traveling warrior. But sometimes Fenrri dreamed about the Shout. He would wake up with his heart pounding, and couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or fear. Whatever part of the universe had decided to gift him this power, they were mistaken to do so, Fenrri told himself firmly. He refused to become a hero or a villain. Instead, he would keep going as he always had. Neutral, calm, removed from the world and all of its overwhelming passions. He wasn’t going to use his Shout. Ever. When Retired Swordmaster Lillia told this story to her descendants, centuries later, they would always complain. “You take so long to get to the good parts, Great Mama,” one would say. “Shut up!” Hissed another, more creatively-minded great-great-grandchild. “She’s building the scene! You have no sense of narrative structure.” The youngest came closer to Lillia and tugged worriedly at her sleeve. “He’s not going to use his Shout? But he has to! He’s Fenrri Steel-torn! He saved the world!” Lillia smiled down at them. “Don’t worry, little one. We’re getting there. Should I keep telling the story?” Her answer, as always, was a resounding yes. lore by - Morningdove - | AAAAAA |
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