Name: Cyra'analeth
Age: 300
Gender: Female
Species: Sun Dragon
Magic: Yes

Appearance

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Cyra is a decently sized creature, reaching 15' at shoulder and 30' long from tip to tail. She has a lean, sinewy body that resembles the shape of a greyhound's; long front limbs also function as her wings, though she is capable of using them to run, grab, and reach. She has a full hand at the end of each with razor sharp claws. Her hind legs are stereotypical ones with powerful haunches and raptor-like feet. She has one raised toe and claw on each of them. Her whiplike tail has a thick, downy tuft of fur along the end, like a lion's, that can catch fire but will not burn or singe.

Her scales are tight and smooth, almost snakelike but with more definition. Her base color is a golden one, and she has a red-orange shimmer akin to watching dancing flames. Along Cyra's dorsal line, her scales are more red, and her underside is lighter. A pair of thick, white, slightly curved horns shoot out of her skull in a streamlined fashion. Small, sharp, bony protrusions decorate the middle ridge of her face and, once they hit her neck, transition into a sort of exoskeleton of mirrored vertebrae. Hooked, riblike braces curve down from them, providing some extra protection to her neck and raising the fear factor.

Her head is long and refined with a slight point at the tip of her upper lip beneath her nostrils. Her upper canines protrude slightly, and her mouth is turned into a faint, wicked smile. Cyra'analeth's eyes lack pupils. Rather, they are a glowing white void. Staring into them is peering into the soul of the burning furnace that will incinerate you. Because of their nature, it's basically impossible for anyone to gauge her emotions by looking at her eyes, and her tone of voice or body language must be used as a guide instead.

Her voice is low and sultry, with a snakelike hiss underlying it. Her words are almost crooning, unsettling and promising poison instead of sweetness. Her movements are strong and predatory as well; she is not a dragon to be messed with. The discomfort she brings strangers in close proximity is enhanced by the heat and glow she normally radiates.

Personality

Fiery || Aloof || Stubborn || Bloodthirsty || Blunt || Plotter || Surprisingly Maternal || Vengeful || Observant || Composed || Bends Rules || Territorial || Loyal || Protective || A Bit Sadistic

Her hot temper matches the stereotypical fire-type dragon classes. She is feisty and a bit snappish, purring out death threats that nobody knows whether or not to take seriously. Her sense of humor is fairly morbid, though more innocent topics may still amuse her. She is not a social creature; being around others is draining, and it doesn't take much to get on her nerves. While Cyra'analeth could wait centuries to win a battle or lie in wait for an enemy, this uncanny patience does not extend to other dragons or people. She is not tactful in her words and does not spare anyone's feelings; her philosophy is to say it like it is and not waste time.

She is also extremely stubborn and difficult to persuade. This female remains fairly neutral in many things, but when she is set in one direction, that is the direction and it will not be deviated from. She leaves room open for input in her strategies, though, as she would rather be correct the first time than allow her pride to be the downfall of her comrades. She has a scheme for everything; Cyra is always plotting about even the littlest things. Her attention to detail and astute observations make her excellent at being able to take everything into consideration, and she's quite good at reading the room.

She does not easily lose her head. Even when she is furious, this dragon remains composed, though she makes her feelings very clear. There are no rage-storms or tantrums. She likes to watch her enemies suffer, and she can't exactly do that if she blows them off the face of the earth too soon. This dragon is bloodthirsty and somewhat of a warmonger, and she certainly has some sadistic tendencies. Cyra is one to go all out with her vengeance and retaliation as well, ensuring that whoever crossed her, or someone she is acting on behalf of, will be unable to do so ever again.

Cyra is territorial with any mate, rider, and others she has "adopted" as her family. She can be overprotective and is loyal to a fault to those whom she deems worthy. While most creatures won't even get her attention, those who gain her love and trust will get her world. She will move heaven and earth for them, and no stupid rule is going to stand in her way. Her morals may be a bit gray, but family is her priority and will always remain such.

Abilities

Solar Flare: She can pull the light and heat from the sun towards her and let it build, releasing it in a flaming shock wave. The longer she holds it, the greater the blast radius. Solar flares must be used with caution, as she gives up her own body heat to use the ability and does not do when hypothermic.

Light Beam: Rather than breathing fire, she emits a concentrated ray of light. Her targets are then the equivalent of ants under a magnifying glass. While powerful, its concentration does not allow for a large range to be affected; her shots are very precise.

Refraction: She can bend light around objects around her to create a mirror or mirage, effectively hiding whatever she's manipulated. She has to do it to individual objects, but once completed, it takes very little power to keep up as long as the sun is out. Once it gets dark, and the colder it gets, it becomes unsustainable.

Glow: As long as she isn't too cold, she emanates a warm, subtle light that can be dimmed or brightened, allowing her to function as a giant nightlight and heating pad.

Strengths

Weaknesses

Background and Family

As she is much older than many creatures, her history has been all but lost to time (a.k.a. Mother needs to figure out a good backstory). She frequents the skies and has a habit of pillaging and plundering for food, and her hoard is notoriously not gold. Rather, she collects bones.

Other

Familiar/side character

Kavik Forger

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Human Appearance

Kavik is a young man with quite an intimidating stature. Standing at 6'4 tall, this young man sports a muscular, athletic build with a triangle torso and prominent arm and back muscles due to his profession as a near-graduated apprentice blacksmith. Several years in the metallurgy field have refined and defined his upper body, though his lower half is not lacking in strength either. His body is quite proportional overall, though.

His face holds the refined features that are typical to see in a human: rounded eyes, a well-placed nose, and a defined jawline. His lips are not full, but they are not thin, either. His once-straight nose has a slight crook to it from an old breakage that never healed correctly. Kavik's eyebrows are straight and set in such a way that his relaxed facial expression appears serious -- almost somber, as though he has seen too much.

His complexion is a bronze tanned one, though the tightened skin around scars show up much paler. He has several of these marks along his arms, a few on his face, and one long scar running across his left shoulder and pectoral from the Lycan that turned him. He's obviously had his fair share of run-ins with blades and other sharp bits and bobs-- most of them have been through creating the pieces rather than having them used against him. However, he is not a stranger to swordsmanship.

Kavik's eyes are a burning brown with amber flecks and his short hair is a deep black that catches a gray sheen in sunlight -- when it ever sees sunlight. In the fires of the forges, however, his entire being has a red and yellow sheen to it. He walks upright and carries himself in a dignified manner. His long strides and confident movements add to a more dominant feel to him; he certainly makes no effort to dissuade such a notion, as it seems that, this way, people leave him alone.

Kavik has a fairly deep voice, not quite a bass but lower than a tenor. It's smooth and soft enough to be considered a loud murmur. It's a voice that is easy to listen to, lulling and deceptively soft. Hypnotic in the same way as the vibrant, pulsating colors on a deadly animal. He smells of ore and hot metal, but there is a hint of coldness to it as well. Somehow, he always seems to draw the shadows to him, adding a sense of mystery to this young man.

Lycan Appearance

Everything transfers over into his second form. Black fur with gray undertones covers his entire body, which lengthens into a menace that is 7'7 in height. His already muscular frame takes on the definition of "ripped and shredded". Scars pull his skin taut in the same places, many of which are missing the fur and stand out. Burning golden eyes pop out from his otherwise shadowy form and carry an eager, predatory light.

His coat is thick. Closest to his body, the fur is downy and rabbit-pelt soft, and the outer layer provides a silky overcoat, though it is more wiry. Kavik's fur maintains a fairly even length throughout, but it is longer right behind his ears, across his neck, and framing his jaw. His tail fur is longer as well.

Long, sharp claws protrude from each digit and match horrifying fangs, the top and bottom canines of which nearly protrude from his mouth when closed. Besides the dramatic increase in height, the main difference between his human and Lycan forms is the air about him. His normal, quiet aloofness is replaced by a wild, bloodthirsty creature that radiates malice.

His voice becomes lower and harsher, like a large stone being dragged across gravel. There is no warmth in it, either. While he hardly speaks any human language in this form, the lilts and inflections make it clear to any species that they may be in imminent danger.

Personality

He is a slow burner -- the coldest kind of the fiery personalities. He does not simply erupt, nor does he build up to an eruption. Kavik's boiling point skips over the theatrics and goes straight to the part where someone gets burned -- but there was never any warning. Kavik will be calm and collected throughout the whole ordeal, seemingly unbothered by any fear or havoc he may have wrought.

He is a solitary creature, avoiding others at all costs. While he will do as he is told when it comes to his profession, such as "make So-And-So a sword and deliver it," he will not add any unnecessary chatter. Kavik is the type to pour his soul into a piece, present it to the owner, and leave without another word. However, he has been known to snap at said owner if he catches them handling their piece "wrong" or without "proper" care. Kavik is more attached to what he creates than he is to anyone else.

He uses his more intimidating stature and surly appearance to ward off any idle chatters -- you know the kind. The ones who pop up in the middle of a particularly difficult project to talk for hours in a one-sided conversation over dragons or the weather or some other irritating subject that Kavik has no interest in. This young man rarely expresses interest in anything or anyone outside of animals and his work, really. Then again, those two latter things are all he really knows. They are his life. He has no time for legends and weather predictions, nor does he have an ear for the latest gossip on what the baker's daughter is up to. He. Does. Not. Care.

Kavik is quite happy to be on his lonesome. Nobody gets hurt that way, and he is relatively free to do as he pleases. There is no chatter, no bustling crowds, no merchants screaming about their cheap trinkets. It's usually just him, the forge, and the clumps of ore just dying to be shaped into something magnificent. In this state, he loses some of his scary exterior and becomes quite eager. He can be almost friendly in this state, if caught at the right moment. He isn't against company if they're silent.

Kavik can put on a very charming side, if he so desires. His ruggedness remains, but a flare of charisma and social adeptness steps in, transforming him into a more outgoing individual. In any situation, he is great at hiding his thoughts or any alterior motives, and this combined with a more manipulative side gives his feral Lycan thoughts more sway. He is most dangerous when he is most charming.

He is not a bad guy, no matter how hard he tries to portray himself as such. Kavik is just... very... particular, if you will, with his surroundings. He doesn't want drama or attention, and the way to avoid both of those is to avoid people entirely. Thus, that is exactly what he does.

Strengths

Weaknesses

Backstory and Family

He was raised in an orphanage. He was found on the roads one day as a very small child, and thus he knows nothing of his heritage, early upbringing, or how he ended up alone on a highway. Very sad, yadda yadda- it doesn't bother him; just don't bring it up.

He apprenticed to a blacksmith who gave him the nickname "Forger" after he'd shown his knack for the craft as well as the use of a sword, and Kavik took it as his last name. He was human until a pack of rabid Lycans attacked and decimated his village. Few survived, and all who did underwent a shift.

He was one of the few to embrace his new abilities rather than find a cure, using it all to his advantage, especially when in the forge. Bending metal with his bare hands made things infinitely easier. However, he quickly discovered that, even outside of the full moon, his bloodlust was becoming extremely potent, even among his fellow Lycans. He nearly killed an older member just for fun on the first full moon, and after that incident, he isolated himself from the rest of the pack as often as possible, going so far as to leave them all and make his way as a loner. He has his hunger under control, now, but around fresh individuals? Kavik isn't so sure he'll be able to hold back, especially if they push his buttons.

Desire for Power or Wealth

Both. With more money, he can buy so many materials and start up an incredibly fancy forge. He also wants total control over himself, particularly his Lycan form.

Other

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