╭──〔❨✧✧❩〕──╮
Tyrrendorthe
╰──〔❨✧✧❩〕──╯
Age: 347
Gender: Male
Role: Experienced Dragon
Class: Chaos
Rider: Syeth
☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆
Appearance:
Tyrrendorthe is a large dragon, standing at 26 feet tall and over 60 feet long, he often towers over other dragons, but not just with his height. Under his scales are bulking muscles that create a forboding sillhoutte, his neck is also thick, muscles lining each side, if scales were not present the veins running down to his trunk would be pushing out from his skin.
Covering the muscles are pale cream, almost white scales that shimmer with a golden sheen. Along his dorsal plane, the scales are heavier in this golden pigment although the majority of these scales are hidden beneath the fur that runs along his spine. The fur begins at the base of Tyrrendorthe's neck, extending in length along the trunk of his body before slightly reducing as it runs down to the tip of his tail. At the tip, a plume of fur explodes from his scales, creating a rather comfortable pillow. The fur is a golden cream, a few shades darker than his darkest scales. His belly scales are simple, an almost white hue, the scales possess spiked extensions that project out from the midline, creating a continuous line of needle-sharp points on his underside to deter attacks from his vulnerable organs beneath.
Upon his head, a pair of long, elegant horns extend 3 feet above his head. Curving backwards before slightly angling back towards his snout. The horns are bone coloured, smaller spikes extend around the perimeter of his jaw and crown of his head. His head is square and solid, his snout tip has a blunt end with large nostrils. Encased within his bulking head are a pair of amythyst eyes, the sclera are pitch black with the pupil being a thin cat-like slit.
Tyrrendorthe's wings are as large as the rest of him. The musclar arms of the wings continue that golden shimmer colour and grow darker towards the fingers, where small bone coloured claws extend from the flesh. The membrane is like heavy leather, a stained cream colour with small scratches from years of battling.
At the ends of his legs are huge padded feet with the same bone coloured talons stretching out from the nail beds. Three of his toes point forwards, one aiming backwards, he rarely walks on his toes, instead opting to place his whole pad onto the floor.
His voice is resounding, low and soothing. One may find themselves lulled into a calm state while listening to his ancient voice. Each word spoken has a slightly reverberated aftereffect. Hanging from his neck is a thick golden chain from which hangs various trinkets that are enriched with runes - what they do is unknown to everyone but his rider. Under this chain, the same runes are scorched into his scales.
☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆
Personality:
Benevolent | Captivating | Clear-Headed | Honorable | Patient | Restrained | Unhurried | Apathetic | Erratic | Fierce | Morbid | Obsessive | Possessive | Reactive
Tyrrendorthe is a dual sided male. He presents himself as a protector and defender, noble in his actions. He if often breaking up fights between fellow members of his troup and his squadmates, allowing for tensions to not run too high and cause irreversible to damager to raport with their team members.
During down time, he enjoys patrolling the perimeters of the current station, likely alone but sometimes another dragon will be interesting in joing him. However, because of his colouring he tries to avoid patrolling at night as his scales scream out his location to everyone around him, including potention aerial attackers. Instead he opts for early morning before the rest of his crew are awake.
The majority of the time, Tyrrendorthe is a quiet individual watching the comings and goings of the station from afar, assessing the current situation at all times.
In stark contrast to his usually peaceful behaviour, in battle he can become enraged. In regular skirmishes, he is unlikely to be provoked into this state. Once he is challenged with a fierce enough foe, his demeanor flips. His stance becomes offensive, head lowered and his pupils snap closed, leaving a purple orb floating in black sclera. His aura emits a venomous aggression that fills the air with a heavy sense of danger. Tyrrendorthe loses all restraints and will not relent until the enemies are laying dead and bloodied as his feet.
The runes around his neck glow purple when he is in this state. Enriching him with the chaotic power that simmers just beneath his skin at all times, allowing for it to stream out for his use in battle.
☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆
Abilities:
↠ Unrelenting Surge A powerfull outburst of pure chaos originating at the body of Tyrrendorthe. He lifts his wings high and slams them down towards the earth, sending out a circular wave of chaos that spins and rips in hues of black and purple. The wave throws any creature away from the source and if they are standing close enough to Tyrrendorthe, they are likely to be sliced in half.
↠ Corrupt Soul This requires a charge up, it will take a few second for Tyrrendorthe to prepare himself for this attack. Rearing his head back, his neck glows with purple light through the edges of his scales before it bursts out from his maw. He throws his neck forward and releases his spray of blinding power. A laser shot from his mouth that he can maintain for up to 30 seconds at a time.
↠ Confused Realm The runes on his neck burn hot with white and a small orb of the same light appears between his two main horns. Once he directs this orb towards his target, Tyrrendorthe can infiltrate the mind of his opponent. He forces visions of the chaos realm upon them, the terrors and sheer amount of infomation he is pouring into their brain causes them to become overwhelmed. If continued for long enough, the victim's brain will suffer severe life-long damage. During this attack, Tyrrendorthe must remain standing/flying in one spot.
☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆
Strengths & Weaknesses:
⨁ His sheer size allows for him to easily overpower smaller foes, his muscles allowing for him to crush them beneath his weight. For this reason he is rarely the target of attacks from those that know of him.
⨁ Tyrrendorthe's calm mannerisms when out of combat often leaves him to break up squabbles between dragons around him. However, this means that he is able to keep peace among the chaos within his team.
⨁ His large wings allow for long periods of flying, able to easily glide along the currents of air without tiring for days or weeks continously.
⨂ Tyrrendrothe is not in his natural state. If circumstances present themselves, he will break through his surface persona and reveal his true self. This often leads to mass destruction and death.
⨂ During his Confused Realm, he must not move. If he does he risks causing the visions to leak out to other living creatures around him, including his team mates. Something that would damage them severely.
⨂ His weight is a drawback, he is a slower flyer, taking more physical exersion to get himself into the sky to begin with.
⨂ His pale scales announce his location unless he is in clouds or snow, it can make him vulnerable to attacks from hidden foes.
Kin:
Mother - Rhenya; she resides in the dragons home grounds caring for younger hatchlings and teaching them the ways of dragon life.
Affiliations:
Syeth
Tyrrendorthe is besotted with his rider. Although when he originally selected the exuberant young man to be his rider, he was quite different from the man he is today. He is very protective of his rider, any hint of insult towards him sends this hulking statue into a whirl. Despite the contrast in personalities between the two of them, Tyrrendorthe is very fond of his one-eyed little backpack.
Winter 
Night Weather: 
Blizzard Moon: 
