Alyosha Vieyra

Male | 21 | Human

| Nickname(s) |

Lyo - Pronounce like Leo

| Sexuality |

Hetersexual

| Role |

Dragon Hunter

| Appearance |

Standing at a towering height of 6ft 6in, Alyosha is above the average males height. Due to many physical labor jobs, he is quite muscular. Every inch of his body is defined and beyond toned. He has obvious veins that line his large hands and arms. His large hands are in a constant state of being rough and calloused. He is naturally tan and has clear blemish free skin.

Just like his body his facial features are sharp and defined. He has hollow cheeks, paired with high cheek bones. His jawline is sharp, with slight stubble. Having broken his nose on a few occasions, leaves it slightly crooked. His eyebrows are thick and angular, but have a good shape for his face. They also seem slightly unkempt. Lyo's eyes are rather hooded, adding to his intimidating looks. He has thick, long, curly lashes that line his hooded eyes. Alyosha's eyes are a fiery amber color. They have light browns and orange hues in them, but overall remain bright. Which can be rather intense and striking to look at, with his tan skin and darker features. Below his ethnic nose, are his plump rosy pink lips. He also has very prominent dimples, but they never seem to see the light of day, as he doesn't smile often.

Alyosha has a full head of jet black hair. His hair texture being curly. It's usually in a messy curly fringe cut, that's a bit longer on the bottom towards the nape of his neck. It also tends to fall into his eyes quite often. He has a slash like scar over his left eye. It cuts into his eyebrow, leaving a pink scar and no hair growth in that one spot. He wears a gold necklace with a strange symbol on it. Overall, behind the frightening exterior, he was an attractive young man.

Lyo wears tight black leather military armor. A short cloak, that covers his neck and half his face. It almost acts as a hood as well. He tends to switch out his weapons based off the task at hand. He can be seen with double swords crossed over his back, or a large heavy duty crossbow. He constantly keeps many dagger on his person.

| Personality |

At first glance, Alyosha is an intimidating man. He is quite reserved and likes keeping to himself. You'll never find him initiating a conversation, as he's not much of a talker. Especially, not towards complete strangers. People may take his reserved attitude as, rude which could start issues for him, but he won't let people walk over him. He knows how to protect himself and wont hesitate to do so. Same goes for the few people he cares about, he wont stop at anything to protect his loved ones.

Once one does get past his hard exterior they get a closer look at his real, raw self. He's actually quite caring, like a gentle giant.

| Strengths |

- Smiting Skills

- Sheer Physical Strength

- Archery & Close Combat Skills

| Weaknesses |

- Lacks patience

- Stubborn as a bull

- His Creatures

| Likes |

- Creatures of all Species

- Working With his hands

- Baked goods

| Dislikes |

- Inequality among the classes (Rich compared to the poor)

- Dragons

- The heat

| Kin |

- Yira: An elderly woman that raised him as her own (Deceased)

- Alaric Devereaux: Not actually related to him, but is considered his brother (Aged 21)

| History |

Alyosha's parents whereabouts are unknown, making him an orphan. He was taken in by an elderly woman, named Yira. He grew up living a small village on the outskirts of the Kingdom. The village didn't get much visitors. At the age of eight, he met Alaric while visiting the Kingdom with Yira. Lyo helped the boy evade the guards. Quickly finding out the boy had to fend for himself, as his parents were killed at the hand of the King. Yira was quick to take the boy in. From there the boys were inseparable. Often referred to as twins, although they have drastically different features.

| Other |

Alyosha and Alaric practice beast taming. Among the two men they have tamed and own more than a dozen creatures, they've stumbled across on their travels.

The sun's rays were bright and striking every corner of the thick forest it was able to reach. Strangely enough, the forest was dead silent. As though a predator was stalking through, looking for it's next victim. In this case, there was many predators hidden within. This part of the forest surrounded an open valley with tall grass. From above, the open valley looked like every other landscape. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except lurking at the edge of the tree lines, were a multitude of dangerous men with extraordinary weaponry at their fingertips.

The enormous man counted down in his head, his gaze up at the sky. "He's taking too long." A male's voice broke through the silence. "We could be off by a few minutes. Callum will alert." The taller male's tone was stern. A few more long minutes passed, the two males once again settling into silence. The taller man, Alyosha, brushed his fingertips against a dagger's hilt, that was sheathed at his hip. The other male, Alaric, shifted his weight among his heels nervously. Ambushes such as this one took months to assemble. One wrong move and the whole thing would crumble.

An ear piercing shriek echoed through the skies. "Told you." Just like that the men were on the move. Both men were quick to jump into action. Alaric swung his lean body into the seat at the front of the horse carriage. Six large draft horses emerged from the woods, coming to a stop a few feet away from the tree line. Lyo jumped to the back of the covered wagon. Releasing a few heavy levers, the walls of the wagon came down, revealing a monstrosity of a weapon. A heavy chain roll, connected to what looked to be dangerous looking spear end. The spear end was made of Eryelite. A rare material, that was quite difficult to collect. The giant spear end, glittered in the sunlight.

More hoove beats could be heard around the valley. About five other wagons were placed strategically around the field. A few other men emerged on horse back. A roll of heavy chains wrapped around their chests. The mens eyes remained on the skies. Within minutes, an enormous creature soared through the sky. The sheer size of it, just about blocked out the sun. "Now!" A command echoed out. The sound of chains unraveling rapidly, filled Lyo's ears. There was no issue with aiming as the target was huge and hard to miss. The spear head shot out into the sky. With a few passing seconds, it hit the target. The target being, a damned dragon. Another spear shot out from across the valley. The shots were timed, and were set off one at a time.

The group of Dragon Hunters was quite vast. It took a great deal to take a dragon out of the sky. Their main targets were solo flying dragons. They'd attack when they were most vulnerable. Oblivious of their surrounding and on their own. No rider and no other dragons. Although, they didn't tend to travel in groups to begin with. The could get away with the kill, as long as the dragon didn't have it's rider with. Even though dragon hunters are just a bunch of criminals banned together, they never crossed one line. Don't kill the rider. They hadn't made a grave mistake like this in years.

They used many of the specialized weapons, in case they had bad hits. Today, they simply had luck on their side, as the first spear managed to knock the beast out of the sky. It normally took the fourth spear to force them to land. Even then the damned beasts fought back, as they restrained them.

Alyosha used his large hand to shield his eyes from the suns bright rays. With narrowed eyes, he cursed aloud. "Aric, the beast isn't alone!" He hissed to his brother, who was still seated at the front of the wagon. His jaw clenched tightly. Aric followed where his brother was looking. "There's a rider." Clear shock in his voice. Aric scrambled to stand on the wagon, waving his arms frantically towards the other hunters. "There's a rider!" He hollered loudly, as he warned the others. A few of the drivers of the wagons that had yet to shoot their spears off, whipped the reins. Making a break for the woods, as the white beast picked up speed as it plummeted to the ground. There was still quite a bit of men that stayed their ground.

Lyo ripped a contraption out from a spot in the wagon. The tool was massive and looked like enlarged shears. He tossed it to his brother, who caught it smoothly. "Cut the chains before that thing crash lands." He ordered his brother, as he made his way to the other side of the wagon, pulling a large axe off the side. He glanced up at what looked like a cloud falling out of the sky. They weren't going to make it in time.

The men shielded their eyes as the thing crashed into the ground in front of them. The dragon just about created a crater on earth with its limp body. Lyo watched intently, as a woman, jumped over the dragon's body. Her eyes set on him. He clenched his jaw, a dagger hidden in his dominant hand. As if sensing trouble, a massive shadow emerged from the woods behind Lyo. Huffing roughly, Torrin, an unusually large Kodiak bear stood tall. Ready to protect it's people. The bear was decked out in unusual handcrafted armor, that glimmered in the sunlight. "Give me one reason not to kill you all right here."

Alyosha tilted his head slightly, "You're severely outnumbered." His tone dripped with venom. Now would be a great time for their leader to come out.

The leader of the band of Dragon Hunters, Gregory, finally stepped forward. His hands up, as he chuckled. He stood in front of Lyo, but no where near blocking the large man from view. "Hey, hey lets just all settle down now." His voice held authority. "This is all just a big misunderstanding. You see we work closely with the Kingdom's Milita." The lies spewed out of Gregory's mouth like it was the truth. "You see, this-" He motioned towards the enormous spear lodged in the dragon's chest. "Is a prototype we were testing out, before we sold it to the Militia." He shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly. "Turns out it works a little too well." He joked, awkwardly.

Gregory cleared his throat, "Of course, well help take the spear out." He assured, he looked to Lyo and Aric, as if to give them the go ahead. It was no easy task taking out a spear of that sheer size out of a dragon's flesh. It didn't help the spear embedded itself even further, when the dragon hit the ground. It would take quite a bit of man power to pull the spear free. Although, at this point in time there was no need for the men to do it, when Lyo had Torrin here. The brute of a creature was able to pull the spear out in record times.

Lyo's glared intensified as he watched the woman. Gods, he hated the rich. They were all snobby with sticks up their arses. This woman didn't even know who they were yet here she was demanding they help her release that beast. Lyo scoffed at Gregory, "I'm not helping do a damned thing. Let that savage beast die where it lays." He snapped, ignoring Gregory. Switching his fiery gaze back to the woman, "Be my guess, I prefer the winter anyways." He sneered at the woman, before turning to his brother. Snatching the tool out of his hands, he kneeled down sliding the mouth of the tool over the thick chain link. He grunted slightly, as he snapped the blades down on the chain. Breaking the chain was the first step to releasing the dragon from it's snare. Though, it also had to be done, if Lyo wanted to vacate the premises with his wagon still intact.

Pulling the tool away, he grabbed the axe, it was a two step process of breaking a chain. Standing back up to his full height, he swung the axe down, on where he had cut the link. A few more brute swings and the chain snapped loudly. Lyo was no where near out of breath. He'd done it a dozen of times. Gregory turned back to the woman, "Excuse my friend here. He's new to the company." Lyo didn't care to play along with Greg's ploy. Putting his tools away on the wagon, he was getting ready to climb up the wagon and make his leave. "Lyo!" Gregory snapped, his calm demeanor long gone. Lyo whipped around cursing at his leader. With a few quick strides, Lyo towered over the man. "Don't be such an imbecile, Greg. She knows what we are." He hissed. "Might as well take this as a head start." He snapped once more.

"Get the spear out, Lyo." Greg was calm. Lyo couldn't figure out what Gregs plan was, but he also didn't care to find out. Lyo cursed, before spinning on his heel and striding over towards the woman. "Come, Torrin." He ordered the bear to follow. His amber eyes flashing dangerously, as he didn't take his eyes off the woman. The armor the bear wore, clinking slightly as it walked over. He dragged the end of the chain where he'd cut it, as if it weighed nothing. He roughly shoved the womans shoulder, with his arm, as he passed her. "Out of the way, Princess, before you hurt yourself." He sneered, as he towered over the woman. Lyo didn't even know the half of how accurate that nickname actually fit the woman.

He worked quickly, like he'd done this many times before. Attaching the end of the chain to Torrin's armor, he ordered the bear to begin tugging. Kneeling on one knee, he gripped the spear's end. The spear slowly began moving out of the dragon's flesh. Messing with a mechanism at the other of the spear, where it connected to the chain, a loud clank rang out. The spear was absolutely lethal. One couldn't see it, but once it lodged itself in a target, it released a contraption that spiked out like a grappling hook. It only created more damage from the inside for the dragon. Lyo created it so it could be closed, before pulling out the spear fully. It lessened the damage done. The spear was finally out, Lyo inspected the gaping wound. Leaning a hand on the scales of the dragon. Pulling a vial out, he pulled the cork out with his teeth, before applying the solution.