Orion Sol Rhyshawke
"Rhys"
Pronounced Rise, incorporating all aspects of his name. Very fitting since he was always climbing to the tops of trees as a child, awake with the rising sun.
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Description
23 Years Old
Born 21st of June, the summer solstice
Male
Heterosexual
Knight of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Reyes
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Appearance
Rhys has medium-length wavy/curly raven black hair that blends in with the night sky which he will occasionally pull back into a simple ponytail depending on his mood. His green eyes perfectly mirror the canopy of the trees he loves to climb so dearly, flecks of brown scattered throughout his irises. Some swear they hold glimmers of sunlight within them, gold buried within the brown.
His sun-kissed darker tan skin highlights that he’s outside as often as he can be regardless if he’s working or not, his love for adventure sometimes outweighing his duties as a guard. Rhys’ legs and arms are littered with small scars, no doubt the results of his escapades as a child, falling out of trees, wrestling and playing with others. He was one never to back down from a challenge no matter how dangerous, whether it was to prove something or simply just to show that he could do it out of spite. He’s muscular, toned but still slim standing at 5 foot 10 inches, 145 pounds, rough calloused hands always covered in small nicks from either branches or weapons from training.
Rhys is always seen with a silver chain around his neck, the only piece of jewelry he wears. He never takes it off and won’t tell anyone of its origin, simply stating it’s important to him. His typical appearance outside of uniform is simple black or dark gray leathers or a simple all black outfit with a loose-fitting shirt and tighter pants and black boots.
Personality
Rhys has always been described as being too smart for his own good, his wise mouth earning him more than a few brawls. He always says the truth whether or not it’s good for his health, whatever is on his mind is what comes out of his mouth. He defends his friends fiercely and will fight to the death for them as he has proven numerous times over.
Due to this, once his trust is broken it is impossible to earn back. Promises mean everything to Rhys, words bear heavy significance in his mind. He analyzes what everyone says to find their double meanings and always actively considers what he says unless he’s in a battle of wits or an argument, which is where his sharp tongue supersedes his logic. He always stands up for those who cannot help themselves from any threat, physical or otherwise, helping in any way he can.
Due to his past even though he is quick to enter a battle of wits, he seems incapable of losing his temper, always remaining cool and collected even when his words or tone are irritated. No one can recall a time he’s ever been visibly angry and is always trying to make people laugh even in the worst of moods. He can read emotions very well, his analytical eyes and mind noticing even the most minor details.
Other
Rhys was raised as the son of peasants to a father who was none too fond of his existence who, in his mind, only made his life harder than he deemed he was worthy of. He worked within their home as a tailor and left to the taverns at night which was the only time Rhys could find peace. This is what Rhys’ analytical mind developed from, watching his father to determine his mood and if he needed to stay out all day and return home only to finally sleep.
Hence his leaving his home at first light, getting into trouble as all children do, exploring if only to find an escape. Growing his physique from such a young age caught the attention of older guards who saw the potential for the perfect future knight who “adopted” him and took him with them on their travels and trained him, resulting in his disappearance one day from the Kingdom forever until his return now assigned to be a Royal Guard. It’s been a long time since he’s been home and he is not looking forward to being back. Too many people he’s not looking forward to seeing again
His mother was the opposite, always silently encouraging him to venture out and seek whatever it was that he always seemed to be searching for in the trees, his beautiful eyes always on the horizon. Her little personal sunbeam, awake with the sun everyday and out until past sunset. She worked within the castle in the kitchens and Rhys, her little Sol, would always bring her something he’d found whether it was plants or berries for her to cook or bake with, trinkets he discovered or pieces of wood he carved from trees into simple figurines.
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Wraith
A terrifying species of dragon known as “Phantom Wind Cleavers” for how silently they fly or “Banshees”, cutting through the air with silent lethal precision. You would never know they were coming if they didn't want you to. They earn the secondary title of “Banshee” from the distinctive high pitched screech their wings make when they want you to know of their presence, the last thing one hears before their death.
Description
115 years old
Hatched 21 December, the winter solstice
Female
Appearance
Wraith is a small but still growing dragon, standing at 10 feet tall with a small but round head and snout adorned with small rounded spikes to diffuse the air around her. She’s 25 feet long with a 45 foot wingspan. Her wings are rounded on the forward edge, ending in spikes similarly to a bat. Her four legs are muscular and thick that end in four toes with (relatively short for a dragon) naturally sharpened claws that are very flexible in order to grab ahold of objects or to catch crevices on rock walls with ease.
Her eyes are completely white with flecks of most pale shades of yellow, orange, red and blue- the colors of the stars. The bright white of her eyes allows her to absorb as much light as possible to have better night vision than the day vision of a bird of prey during the day. She has secondary eyelids to camouflage her further on starless nights, a dark-gray colored membrane to dim the brightness of her eyes. This secondary membrane acts as a sort of sunshade during the day as well, allowing her to actually see.
Her scales are as dark as the night sky as if she were dipped into the void itself, allowing her the perfect camouflage that has helped her species remain only in stories and almost never seen. The underside of her body and wings are the most mesmerizing sight whenever they reflect any light; the same pale shades of yellows, reds and blues visible in her eyes are scattered across her underside so when one is looking up to admire the stars, she blends in perfectly. This however, is only visible in starlight or moonlight, undetectable under any other light source, which has hidden her species from dragon hunters and killers when they nest in their caves during the day.
Spring Month: 3 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
