[hider=Suleykaar]
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[center][h2][I][b]Despite my years being in this world, I am still surprised by the growing kingdoms and easily entertained by the littlest thing.[/b][/I][/h2][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] 
[i]Suleykaar[/i]
[b]Age:[/b] 
[i]?[/i]
[b]Blood%:[/b] 
[i]100%[/i]
[b]Gender:[/b] 
[i]Male[/i]
[b]Sex Preference:[/b] 
[i]Bi[/i]
[b]Height:[/b]
[i]13.5m[/i]
[b]Length:[/b]
[i]60m[/i]
[b]Weight:[/b] 
[i]38 Tonnes[/i]
[b]Physical appearance:[/b] 
[i][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d7/3e/55/d73e553222d1d806813a2abdc81e4964.jpg]Shapeshifting Form:[/url] Suleykaar stands at a rather tall 6'8" and on the slender, fit side of things. His skin is more reformed scales to imitate skin as can be seen in its slightly scaly appearance and slightly reddish tint. His hair is of a deep red with black highlights, those highlights actually being his other horns. The two visible horns on his head are of a crimson color with black tips that seem to drizzle down into the red coloring. his left hand seems to be the most human despite the dark claw-like nails while the other is strictly a miniaturized version of his true claw. His skin is also very hot to the touch. Along his body like a fine violent canvas of war, are [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ce/e1/69/cee169459c3a694865a7d2fb875d6b39.jpg]scars and old lacerations that run along his body.[/url][/i]
[b]Apparel:[/b]
[i]The clothing he wears when shapeshifted is that of a mage that is more form fitting until it comes to the bottom section of the robe where it breaks away at into two sections.[/i] 
[b]Personality:[/b]
[i]One would expect a dragon of this caliber to have an extreme narcissistic, egotistical alpha type personality but he is a contrast to this in most ways. Age wise he is still a young dragon and can be seen in some of his interactions but despite this, he is quite smart and a bit of a condescending prick. His demeanor comes across as sly and unpredictable but this is his natural self. [/i] 
[b]Faction:[/b] 
[i]Magoi[/i]
[b]Pet:[/b] 
[i]Out of Jest, he considers his "partner in crime" Soron a pet, mostly to annoy him, sometimes to the point that they have fought each other (to which Suleykaar wins all the time).[/i]
[b]Exp:[/b] 
[i]Having learned from some great dragons, dragon slayers and magic users alike, it was clear he had a slight affinity towards the natural energy. He has been training for over a thousand years and is still learning new things.[/i]
[b]Spells:[/b] 
Ignite-This is the first step to his grand attack, Hellfire. The scales on his body rise somewhat light quills as he releases his natural heat onto the battlefield in a flash of light. Now this "light" is technically light but rather the molecules in the air being super heated in an instant. While it does initially blind his opponents (and can be used by itself as its own attack) it is meant as a flow into his second attack, Devour.

Devour-Despite the name, what he is doing is using a little bit of wind magic, pulling the surrounding heated air into his direct vicinity as it is required for the final stage. While Ignite blinds (and possibly burns) the opponent, this creates a vacuum-like effect on the battlefield, causing opponents to suffocate but does not guarantee death.

Hellfire-While simultaneously heating the air up even more and condensing it down into a small ball, he breaths out a quick burst of fire into the center of the newly formed ball of air. The air is twisting and turning in all directions within this small vortex rather quickly, causing the molecules within the ball to heat up even quicker now. Suleykaar at this point is using the air as fuel or a lubrication in a sense, keeping the flames lit and oxygenated. This happens rapidly with a second and third flash as evidence of the rising temperatures. This second and third "ignite" adds insult to injury to his opponents as the second burns the eyes and the third burns the skin. By now the flames have reached nearly 4000 degrees Celsius, glassing the ground around him (roughly 10 meters circumference around his body). 15 meters past that, just about anything begins to melt instantly and another 20 meters out, anything caught within that area has a high chance of catching fire without much resistance. In order to prevent damage to himself (as this goes beyond the heat he is able to resist despite his heritage), Suleykaar layers himself in a thick coating of ice which is consistently being replaced with new layers as the old ones are burned away in the form of superheated steam that slowly trail away from him and onto the battlefield. Finally, when the flame is at its hottest (depending on whether or not he is in his shapeshifted form or true form) He ingests hellfire for only a couple of seconds before unleashing it outward onto the battlefield, glassing nearly whatever it touches. He has a minimum of two attacks in his arsenal but cannot be used back to back otherwise he will disintegrate during the second attempt. Hellfire is mostly used in his true form although he has simplified it for his shapeshifting form but at only half the temperature and damage. 

[b]There are many ways around this attack. The biggest way around it is wait until the attack is over as he cannot do anything for sometime afterwards. Hellfire is very taxing on his body and magic so he is at his weakest then. Another is to attack him quickly if he begins the steps as the process to create this takes some time. The trouble will be getting by his other abilities but being limited to fire and frost and basic wind attacks make it easy for those who are of Tyro and Oro descent.[/b]  

Field of Crystal: Using frost conjuration and manipulation, he layers the ground about 10 meters out with a think layer of ice. From this ice blooms crystalized flowers, spikes and other shrubbery to match that of a real field. 

Burning frost blast- Exploding outwardly from his mouth or hands (claws), a super cooled blast of air hits his opponent with massive force, causing small ice shards to penetrate his opponent while also numbing the body (pending the bloodline of said opponent).
[b]Abilities/Powers:[/b] 
[list]
[*] Shapeshifting - [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/73/90/41/739041ee5df07d92ac6989e05382a804.jpg]his form[/url]
[*] Heat & cold manipulation & conjuration 
[*] Fire & frost manipulation
[*] Metal dense claws
[*] Regeneration 
[*] Stone hard scales
[*] Fire & frost breath
[*] Metal dense teeth
[*] Metal dense horns
[*] Heat & Cold resistant scales
[*] Binocular vision
[*] Smell detection
[*] Dragon wings & tail
[*] Flight
[*] Strength
[*] Powerful strikes
[*] Unyielding Will
[*] Moderate Wind manipulation
[*] Natural Magic Affinity
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[b]Weapons:[/b]
[i]N/A[/i]
[b]History:[/b] 
[i]Preferring to keep most of his life a secret, those who actually know of his past are kept in his small circle that include the ruler of Fotia. It is said however that he had once ruled the land but had stepped aside for Magnix after a full scale confrontation. He had left Fotia for some time in order to experience the world around him and had returned a more humble and kind dragonlord. He had learned magic from all over the world and some of which from other powerful dragons as well. When he returned, he asked for an alliance with Magnix and as a possible advisor to him, although knowing the man that would not be possible. [/i]
[b]Trivia:[/b] 
[hider=Trivia]
Theme Song:
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-A bit of a drinker and a smoker of the lands natural leaves, he is always seen with either a pipe in one hand or a glass of fine wine in another when in the city. He also has likes to show off his magic for the ladies (as he is a bit of a womanizer) in order to woo them to a nice inn for the night. 
-rather good lover
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[hider=Soron of the Whispering Blade]
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[center][h3][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiSeoX_4nzU]I will erase your existence and leave you as nothing more than a whisper in history...[/url][/i][/h3][/center]
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[center]Name: 
Soron Dragonbane
Age: 
89 
Blood%: 
40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim
Gender: 
Male
Sex Preference: 
Hetero
Height:
6'3" 
Weight:
230lbs 
Apparel:
Pictured Above 
Appearance:
He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic.
Personality:
Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.

On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.

One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for.
Faction: 
He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night.
Pet: 
[url=http://orig11.deviantart.net/dca5/f/2011/275/5/6/white_wyvern_by_adalli-d4bnekb.jpg]Spirit[/url], a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands:
Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents
Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting
Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory
Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.

There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon.
Exp: 
Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide.
Spells:
The Whispering Sword: 
This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves.
Runes: 
Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells.
Abilities/Powers: 
Poison resistance: 
Blood Trait
Blood consumption: 
Blood Trait
Night vision: 
Blood Trait
Bleed resistance: 
Blood Trait
Thick blood: 
Blood Trait
Bright light resistance: 
Blood Trait
Soul detection: 
Blood Trait
Tactician: 
Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk.
Rune use: 
His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life.
Instinct:
His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south.
Perceptive:
He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking.
Intimidating Aura:
This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times.
Commanding Aura:
As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe.
Weapons: 
1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness.
1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword.
2x silver/steel daggers
A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field.
A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application.
A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing"
History:
[hider=backstory]Born within the lands of Nero, he has been surrounded by death for a portion of his life, just enough to remind him how important life really is. Growing up within a family of dragonslayers and mages, there was never a doubt that he wouldn't follow within his families footsteps. His family was a unique one as his great great grandmother was a mage and great great grand father a dragonslayer, having brought into this world a group of slayers whose specialty was in combative slayer magic. Unique in the aspect that most of the techniques required runes. Whether or not those runes were on inorganic objects or on their person mattered not. It was a technique that was passed about their little village of Basille, 10 miles northwest of Nero's known town, Twilight. When Soron was of age, around 5, he was given the opportunity to go through a special family tradition, the ritual known as the Trail of Nails. This required the work of a mage and healer, as well as a priest or shaman. Carved into the body were runes meant for dragon slaying, each imbued with a specific element. The throat, carved with a symbol for wind and fire to symbolize their calling to the profession and the fire of life that burned from within. The feet, etched wit earth, meant to symbolize their resolve for the trade and the idea of never losing one's ground in a fight, to battle to the death. The arms or wrists with water and lightning, to represent the grace and precision in each swing of the blade, painting the earth's canvas with crimson red from their instrument of death. Lastly, the front of their body with those of shadows. This was to never forget the darkness that they came from but a reminder for those who dare to face it.

The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.

As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. [color=slategray]"Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY![/color] With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness. 

Eyes glowed...
The hissing death approached...
Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo...
Its new prey had arrived...
It reared back, coiled and ready to strike...
Eyes unwavering...
Will undying...
Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision...
They circle each other...
Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...

Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.

Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.

The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...

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Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that
-Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell.
-Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one."
-He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love.
-He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts.
-He loves to draw
-Soron has gained extensive knowledge about the wild and its inhabitants, able to pick out different dragon species and their behaviors.
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[hider=Qobo Milah]
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[center][h2][I]“To know that you do not know makes you stronger. To think you know when you do not weakens you. Recognize this and you will become mightier than the strongest of champions."[/I][/h2][/center]
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[center][h3]Grand Master Qobo Milah, Founder and Sage of Qobo-milah, art of the swift palm[/h3][/center]
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Name: 
Grand Master Qobo Milah
Age: 
198
Species: 
Descended
Blood%: 
80% Seraphim, 20% Sol
Gender: 
Male
Sexual Preference: 
Celibate
Height:
5' 10"
Weight: 
140lbs
Physical appearance:
Qobo, despite his old and frail look, is quite physically fit, having honed his body into such peak performance over decades of studying and training, experimenting with different techniques and styles he had read about and witnessed through the years as students came and went. His body has also earned many scars on his body from training with Sophia and the others. His age is shown however on the parts people can see when clothed. His bald head, his long beard and mustache, topped with long eyebrows give off wisdom and experience life has given him. Now one must look past his physical form to see what else life had blessed him with. Those who have earned Siid Miin (Dovah for Third eye, or as the monks call it the inward eye) can see the vast soul he has, once again built up and disciplined through training the mind, body and soul. With it he gives off a presence of wisdom, respect and sometimes fear. He tends to keep his eyes somewhat closed, unless surprised, irritated or angered. He is seen with long drab on, walking with assistance by cane. When combat or training however, his movements don’t seem as worn through age, precise and graceful with a fluidity only gained through hard training. 
Apparel:
He seems to wear what is akin to a hakama, draped over his shoulders a haori and sandals. His cane, or wooden staff, is actually a self contained bladed weapon contained in a wood spell that only releases when he wills it to.
Personality:
Despite old age, he holds a sage like aura around him and can be seen in his actions towards the much younger monks in training as he always offers insight into a situation or counseling when one’s emotions get the better of them. The saying “the youth is our future” fits his treatment of them. He still is a kid at heart, playing with the younger ones and reminding them that being a child is fine and only when it is time they will know when to grow up. To his peers or those close to his age, he is friendly and just in his decision making and counsel with them when it is time for the next young one to begin the Trail of Sight.

When it comes to Sophia, he sees her as a mother figure, having been the first one who she has taken under her wing for guidance, morals and values. He is very protective of the temple, just as much as he is protective of her and is willing to sacrifice his body and soul to protect both.
Occupation: 
Grand Master of Mindah Tarvitaan, Temple of the Knowledge Seekers
Faction:
None
Pet: 
[url=http://www.settemuse.it/arte/foto_draghi/temi_arte_025_drago_occcidentale.jpg]Druulo[/url], is a small golden drake that Qobo keeps around the library. He stands 8 inches tall and about a two feet long.
Exp: 
Has been training his mind, spirit and body all his life at the monastery except for the trail of sight, which sent him through the world in order to help build his resolve. He learned other styles of combat through the Fotian fighting pits and  his own style based off of Sophia’s swift movements through the library. He has been trained to handle most weapons but prefers a sword. One crafted by his own design, meant to incorporate his magic and some of his soul essence. In time  he had learned how to manipulate his soul to the point that magic use was almost unneeded by him but rather used to assist him and remind him how chilling the world can be with their violent magic.  He uses his soul’s energy for combat rather than magic, only using it when in dire situations or when those refuse to give up their arrogance. His combative skills are remarkable to say the least. He has learned enough about the body’s anatomy and where the main arteries and vital strike zones are. His precision in these zones is high.
Spells: 
Qobo-Milah:  Named after its creator, it requires a large soul presence within the user, it heightens senses, increases their agility, dexterity, speed and strength. Is usually used in collaboration with the inward eye and a blade.
Touch of Tranquility: A five pressure point strike meant to incapacitate his opponent with one move. It’s notable mid level chime sounds are the only recognition of the attack.
Inward eye - Channels the soul from within, allowing him a vision beyond vision, capable of seeing actual level of power within someone as well as vital organs. It also able to slow the world around them by heightening their own ability to register movement.
Center Pulse: This condenses the aura into a small projectile meant to explode outwardly in the form of a cone.
Intimidating aura: As vast as his soul is, he has been able to keep its aura skin close unless it is needed to set another student or monk in their place for getting out of line or to hopefully resolve conflict outside of the monastery. It is an aura of power and killer intent, honed in by years of training and dedication and used mostly as a warning or for disciplinary actions.
Burning Aura: Using his center chi, he can heat up the area around him in a 5 meter radius, catching whatever it comes into contact with on fire.
Breath of Life: This move is more of a healing spell, specifically, a revival spell and only few know this within the temple and none outside of it.The user presents to the fallen person a part of his spirit which cannot be restored. Once it leaves the the user's body, it is immediately materialized into the form of a soul shard which is then plunged into the deceased, almost instantly reviving them. However, depending on how “far” their soul had drifted from their body, it has a 50/50 chance of success. The user will also feel this effect as it does age them by at least 5 years and will feel fatigued and drained for sometime. 
Abilities/Powers:
Portal jumping. 
Portal sensing. 
Portal conjuring. 
Ghost vision.
Angelic wings. 
Air walking. 
Halo light.
Soul detection.
Bright light resistance.
Dexterity
Flexibility
Double Jointed
Perfect Balance
Master’s Precision
Perceptive
Natural Magic Affinity
Weapons: 
A soulbound, transmutation bo staff, capable of transforming into whatever weapon or item that Qobo needs at the time. Most of the time it is used as a walking cane or sword.
History: 
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Five years old. Five years old was Qobo when he had been left by the people of the village below who believed that Sophia, dragon of knowledge was evil and corrupted. But this was not the case. For years she had left her library open for those pursuing knowledge of life and its inhabitants, power that offered prosperity and peace. But sadly, those who found it used it for destruction and enslavement of others, to which Sophia, in disappointment, sealed herself within her library, never to be seen again. But there were a few whose wish was to simply learn from those shelves of infinite knowledge with the hopes to one day pass it on to the very select few who were deemed worthy. These monks began building a temple next to the library itself, seeing Sophia as a Dragoness of wisdom and perception, of intelligence and advice. It was these monks of peace that had found the young crying child near the gates of the library during morning prayer. Alone the boy would not survive and would die in the frigid air of the Gaia mountain tops and so they took him in as one of their own. Young Milah, the name he was known as throughout the temple, begun learning the basics of life. He was taught to speak, respect others, honor promises and most of all, love. To love what the gods have given him and to reciprocate that love to others. He had also begun training in the Tyronian martial arts as a start into his training of the body as his studies and consistent prayer trained his mind and spirit.

By the time he had reached the age of fifteen, he was old enough to assist in the construction of the temple. Amidst the construction of the temple, his curiosity of the world below started to grow as those from the village came to visit, wondering what the fate of the child had become. Surprised to see he was alive and well, he was offered to return to the village, to which he refused. Even his parents had visited and pleaded with him to come back. “I was given up as a child of sacrifice and now I have come to embrace what I once thought as an unacceptable action. I am a child of sacrifice, as much as my brothers and sisters here. My dear mother and father, you are more than welcomed to visit me as much as you wish but i will not return to where i was once cast out.” Reluctantly, his parents had agreed to this and had for some time come to visit but the visits became seldom and soon scarce as time progressed. He was twenty by the completion of the temple. A beautiful temple it was. A grand room for prayer to Sophia and what she stood for, living quarters which were meek and simple as well as a sand garden, waterfalls for meditation and plenty of space for training. Soon, Sophia awoke and saw what the monks had created, peeking her interest. She came into the temple under the guise of a wandering traveler, a descendant who had found this mysterious temple out of luck. 

Sophia had been greeted by the young Milah as her first interaction with the outside world in a long time. He had seen this mysterious woman and greeted her with warm, open arms. As he showed her around, she asked him questions about the temple, about the monks and what they do. He explained that the monks watched over the temple before, during and after the creation of the temple and they were there to simply seek knowledge. But she did not believe him. So she asked him “You monks have been protecting the great library for many years. What fuels your resolves? How can i be as strong as you?” As they overlooked the mountain scaped that painted their view, he glanced over at her with a smile. A young man of only 20 years, responded to the hidden dragon of knowledge with one thing and one thing only. “I don’t know.” Confused, she pushed the matter, feeling that there was some hidden ambition. “What do you mean you do not know? You do not know how to make me stronger?” He turned to her with a sage like tone and responded. “To know that you do not know makes you stronger. To think you know when you do not weakens you. Recognize this and you will become mightier than the strongest of champions.” She had found her resolve within this young boy and with him, revealed that she was the Dragoness of knowledge. With this, the gates to the library opened once again and a celebration was in order. 

Skipping ahead a few years, Qobo was much older and wiser, having trained more with the monks and under the wings of Sophia, having learned many magical spells, both of the light and of the dark. He had furthered his experience with fotian martial arts as well as Gaian and Tearianas styles. But during these years, he had noticed that Sophia turned those away who searched for knowledge within the library and so he began questioning her. Having become exhausted by the questions he asked and iIn order to quench his thirst for knowledge, he had sent him out into the world to learn of the reason why. This had become known to future monks as the Trail of Sight. This trail had set the foundation for monks or better yet, soon-to-be monks to complete their training.

He had traveled down the mountain and into Gaia where he met a group of dragonslayers known as the Sureyia, men and women who enjoyed the hunt and sport of killing dragons. Within this time, he had met a famed dragonslayer known as Soron Dragonbane, Slayer of the Basillie Basilisk. When he spoke to him, he had looked into his eyes and saw hate and anger, too much for someone as young as him. This had hit him hard, believing no one as young as him should ever need to experience what he did at such an age. Soon enough he had traveled to Fotia where he had been thrown into the pits to fight. During his time in the fighting pits, he had met many souls whose stories where as vast and as interesting as the books of the library. After a few years, he had earned his freedom and traveled to Vrondi, Tearianas and finally Nero, the place where he finally came to his conclusion.

He made his venture back to the temple to find Sophia awaiting his return.

“I have seen slayers of dragons, taking only the satisfaction in killing one to gain fame. I have been to the pits of fotia, witnessing the atrocities tyroians find pleasure in and have seen the murderous eyes of madmen. Sophia, dragon of knowledge and wisdom, the world is not yet ready to see for they cannot see themselves “ Sophia remained silent.

“Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. Now you understand this phrase, don’t you...Then you know what needs to be done”

“By guarding this knowledge, we protect the world from itself.”
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[h3][color=darkgray][b][i][center]Pi’otheit[/center][/i][/b][/color][/h3]

[h3][color=black][b][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Om-e0D629YQ]Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder my dear and my work is beauty absolute. The intricacy, the effort put into a single piece….Each cantrip uttered, rune drawn, spell made. It is perfection above perfection.[/url][/center][/b][/color][/h3]
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[b][center]Age[/center][/b]
[center]2000+[/center]

[b][center]Blood[/center][/b]
[center]100% Dragon[/center]

[b][center]Gender[/center][/b]
[center]M[/center]

[b][center]Sex Preference[/center][/b]
[center]Hetero[/center]

[b][center]Height[/center][/b]
[center] 15’ (5’10")[/center]

[b][center]Length[/center][/b]
[center] 60 (5’10" Shapeshifted)[/center]

[b][center]Weight[/center][/b]
[center]15 Tonnes[/center]

[b][center]Apparel and Appearance[/center][/b]
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[center]Shapshifted Form[/center]


[b][center]Personality[/center][/b]
[center]The workings of Piotheit’s mind at a glance can be considered spry and welcoming. Preferring to keep his intentions and ambitions hidden behind a rather peculiar smile and warm eyes. A serene aura envelopes this dragon of charisma and wisdom as he is shown to be quite bright, witty and somewhat charming. However, at a closer inspection of his psyche, his true emotions and intentions are arcane at best. Seemingly welcoming, he is quite distant from descendants in his interactions with them and tends to look at them with subtle contempt and denigration, almost to the level that would put them as equals to dirt. Of course, he rarely shows this in the public's eye so not to draw attention to himself unless those he speaks to pays close attention to his words or mannerisms. He portrays himself as a kind Dragonlord of old but with that unsettling smile and analytical eyes, he does tend to instill a sense of unease into those who are perceptive to body language and have a familiarity to the psyche. He is a genius in his own right but one that is layered with narcissistic, sociopathic and psychotic tendencies, and topped with a superiority complex.

Piotheit is a bit of a tinkerer and an admirer of magic, finding fascination within the construction and deconstruction of things, organic or inorganic and the implementations of spells and runes on said “specimens”. Having been a member of the Magoi allowed him access to vast knowledge of runes, enchantments and spells. Furthermore, having lived in Tearianaris after the war, he had picked up the love of technology and its mechanics behind it. With this, he became quite the student of both, finding prodigy like impressions in both fields. However, due to his harbored disdain for anything not full blooded dragon, and moreso those who were of angelic descent, he this two loves to begin his more sinister work, work that he finds to be “true beauty, true art.” His work is absolute and those who frown upon it is eyed as his next new design.[/center]

[b][center]Faction[/center][/b]
[center]Unknown but hints to possible Therosi and Dolofon affiliations. Rumored to have contacts in Aion as well but evidence is infinitesimal. [/center]

[b][center]Exp[/center][/b]
[center]Unlike his brother Suleykaar who spent years upon years fighting and training in combative magic, he had gone the other route and stuck strictly to magic in its entirety. This was accompanied by his love of creating new pieces of art. With creating new art, he had learned through extensive trial and error the anatomy of descendants and dragons alike, through their bloodlines their weaknesses and strengths and how to manipulate them to his advantage. Although not versed in the combative arts, that is not to say he hasn’t seen combat nor been in it but rather prefers to sidestep it where possible. Through the years he has also had to keep to the shadows as the Taxis are also looking for him with the help of the Magoi, so stealth and evasive tactics are some of his well educated traits along with deception, manipulation and negotiation. [/center]

[b][center]Spells[/center][/b]
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[*][i]Sphere of Reflection[/i]: A sphere of disruptive magic meant to nullify any incoming magic or magic that he currently stands within (i.e Magic with an area of effect).
[*][i]Shatter[/i]: A spell on the mind. Coming in through the form of transparent bolt, it enters the mind and quickly releases a surge of energy directly to the psyche, disorienting, confusing and causing great pain to the receiver of the blast. It has a potential to render the opponent unable to move.
[*][i]The Fatal Lullaby[/i]: One of his most powerful and intricate spells. It involves himself, a music box and his masterpiece, Isabelle Leblanc the doll. Upon his body are runes etched in for control and identical ones are carved into the box itself but in such a way it simply looks like an art design. The runes on his body and the box help control the doll. The box itself amplifying this ability to allow almost paranormal like movement to the doll and less strain on Piotheit’s reserves.
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[b][center]Abilities/Powers[/center][/b]
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[*]Shapeshifting
[*]Heat manipulation
[*]Cold manipulation
[*]Heat conjuration
[*]Cold conjuration
[*]Fire manipulation
[*]Frost manipulation
[*]Metal dense claws
[*]Regeneration
[*]Stone hard scales
[*]Fire breath
[*]Frost breath
[*]Metal dense teeth
[*]Metal dense horns
[*]Heat resistant scales
[*]Cold resistant scales
[*]Binocular vision
[*]Smell detection
[*]Dragon wings & tail
[*]Stealthy
[*]Deceptive]
[*]Persuasive
[*]Flexibility
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[b][center]Weapon[/center][/b]
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A weapon of his own design, it is made of enchanted gold and crystal and gives off a blackish green hue from within. It is has been imbued with necrotic magic.[/hider][/center]

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From the home of the Leblanc family, more specifically, Little Isabelle Leblanc, it acts as the catalyst to The Fatal Lullaby. Piotheit pours his magical essence into the music box itself, winding up the tune and starting the music, which in turn makes the doll move. So long as he is connected to the music box, his magic reserves aren’t significantly impacted. The doll acts and reacts when he wants and how quickly he wants with each note from the tune carrying multiple frequencies meant for different muscle movements and reactions. He can “program” said box for different things and can be activated or deactivated at any interval of time from a decent distance. It is enchanted an imbued with runes to help resist physical and magical damage with a back-up security system involving multiple fire, lightning, necrotic and runes and enchantments meant to cause massive harm to those who attempt to destroy it or, more specifically, break its initial runes. There is such an easy and interesting way in shutting this box off without such aggressive means but no one but Piotheit knows how as it amuses him to see whether or not people will figure it out.[/hider][/center]

 [b][center]History[/center][/b]
[hider][center]Piotheit, Son of Kragmah (father) and Tyronia (mother), an ancient red and ancient white dragon, was born with 5 siblings, Zahar’Ryk, Suleykaar, Theais, and Percival, who had died at the age of 14 by a black dragon of gaia. They lived within the mountain range of Fotia, or at the time they called Foshiae that overlooked where the new kingdom rests. Viewed with the respect through fearful gazes, they (their mother and father) ruled for some time with an iron claw over the other dragons and had zero tolerance for betrayal but not before being struck down by rival dragons in a fight for dominion over the red lands of fire. This set the mantle for Zahar’Ryk to rule however, Piotheit and his older brother Suleykaar thwarted Zahar’Ryk’s rise with great haste as he was seen too dangerous, even for them to rule. Zahar’Ryk was cruel and psychotic, even for dragonkind as he was seen eating those who followed or didn’t follow him. He simply saw the land as a whole, his and only his. The others merely food. With this present in Suleykaar and Piotheit’s minds, they quickly banished him to the far reaches of Nero and ordered never to return to Foshiae ever again. This would lead to Suleykaar’s rule. Suleykaar had made Piotheit his personal advisor and his sister, Theais, his strategist.

Suleykaar’s rule was taken with positive reception as he would be seen in the villages of the descendants more so than his own “throne room”. In fact, the disappearances of Seraphim who were new to this world died down for some time during his rule. It would be impossible to say it didn’t happen, but he made a valiant effort to thwart the advances on the seraphim and now new descendants. He would make trips often to the villages and Piotheit would be with him. But Piotheit didn’t take to the descendants with such grace as Suleykaar did, attending celebrations and festivals, offering what wealth he had to those below the mountain. Instead, he would give them the cold shoulder or eyes that never met theirs with such respect or fellowship. They were their treasures, their servants, theirs to do as they pleased. Those that got to close, would be immediately reprimanded, sometimes in fatal ways by Piotheit and in return, he would be reprimanded by Suleykaar. “They are our brothers and sisters Piotheit and will be treated as such. No harm will come to them under my watchful eye or otherwise punishment be brought down severely, do I make myself understood....” 

Piotheit saw this as a betrayal to their kind and a personal stab in the back to Piotheit as Suleykaar was family. It was one thing to mingle with those below them and use them to procreate...But it was another to treat dragonkind and kin with such aggression. It had always been an unspoken understanding amongst dragons that these “winged creatures” were nothing more than pawns; a way to procreate and a meal now and then, nothing more. But Suleykaar had grown a fondness for them and this angered Piotheit. Out of spite, he descended the mountains one night, kidnapping a small family of Descendants: A mother, father, a daughter and two sons and an older lady, who was found out to be the young ones’ grandmother. Stripping them of skin below the waste, eviscerating them, castrating the young ones and impaling them on pikes out front of their village so when the new sun would arise, their gruesome deaths would be a reminder of where they stood amongst the dragons. Engraved within the ground was a mark of Suleykaar’s Sigil, a wing that eclipsed the moon. This was met with outrage and anger amongst those seen as the descendants and small skirmishes amongst both sides began. Suleykaar, as beloved as he was, was soon seen through different eyes and as the old phrase says, “eye for an eye”, skirmishes began to sprout throughout the land and eventually the descendants’ eyes turned their attention to Theais, Suleykaar’s little sister. Theais, when she saw the tension build between the dragons and descendants, had attempted to flee from the lands and gain asylum in Gaia. However, she was met with a swift end by Magnixx’s ancestor and his followers which would soon become what is now known as Sureiya, the dragonslayers guild.

They had returned to Fohsiae with her head and scales, throwing them down in front of Suleykaar and his followers as an act of aggression. Suleykaar attempted to reason with them, negotiate some kind of truce but sadly, it was never answered with positivity. They attacked the Suleykaar and the other dragons that he surrounded himself with, including Piotheit.  The battle had not lasted more than five minutes before they retreated to the valley below and much to Suleykaar’s chagrin, he had declared war on the descendants. Time had progressed through the war and the tides of war were in favor of the dragons. It was one afternoon after a battle did Suleykaar soon learn of Piotheit’s treachery and confronted him about it. Piotheit denied all claims but unfortunately, Suleykaar has gained information from the slaughtered family’s neighbor that a white dragon had came from the mountain and taken the family and unfortunately as well, Piotheit was the only white dragon on the mountain. In a fit of rage, Suleykaar attacked Piotheit and a fight ensued that lasted for nearly a day.Other dragon’s saw Suleykaar attacking one of their own and intervened, resulting in the young red dragonlord to flee down the mountain where he would soon join the ranks of the descendants. With the belief that Suleykaar was out of the picture, he began to rally the dragons and launch an offensive on the descendants. For some time, it would seem as if the battle was in his favor. But it was towards the end of the battle did Suleykaar emerge from the darkness, blazed in his infamous Hellfire, laying waste to those who dared to bring harm to those they once enslaved. Regrettably, Piotheit fleed Fotia with a large mark of remembrance upon his body, scars from hellfire burns that ran down the left side of his body. 

He had found residence within the Tearianaris territory, specifically Tidal. It’s debatable where Piotheit found his inspiration to learn magic although it is suggested that when he saw Suleykaar’s fire he began to fiend for knowledge on the subject. He kept to the books, self teaching himself many spells and hexes at a rather impressive level. So much so that he caught the interest of the Magoi who requested his company, unknowingly oblivious to the heinous acts that he would soon cause. He spent years within the group and as the rise of technology grew he focus began to split between magic and machinery. Experimental crosses between the two studies were initially harmless and mundane but over the years his mind expanded outwards towards...darker, sinister magic. It wouldn’t be long before people began to go missing. It was initially unnoticed for quite a few years. Mostly homeless people who many thought just left or died off somewhere but over time it started to become noticed. 

Years had gone by and no other flags were raised, until the Leblanc family massacre. Piotheit had once seen a young Nayu girl in Tidal one time. Curious as to why one would be out so far, he followed but stayed within the shadows. She seemed to be with focus and soon he found out why. Another individual who he recognized as his help in procuring “test subjects” was her target which was quite a surprise. Was it for vengeance? Possibly to send a message? Was she an assassin? It was a bit of the last two questions as he watched her slay the man. His eyes went wide in excitement. Her form, her movements, her precision. It was astounding. He soon saw a seraphim appear who seemed to know this Nayu girl. News had spread of a beast of a girl who killed with precision and no remorse who was tethered to a seraphim and before his eyes it was her. Lila Moriarty of the Moriarty family, became the inspiration for Isabelle Leblanc, the demon doll. It was Lila who gave him the idea to create his own huntress, his own weapon and so he set out on finding someone worth it. This soon became known as the Leblanc massacre. 

After the massacre he began his gruesome torture on her, amongst the torture was DNA splicing, environmental tests, removal of organs and other dark tests. Soon enough the Taxis and the Magoi found the location of the Piotheit’s “laboratory” and Piotheit himself but before they could capture him, he was gone. Disappearing in a purplish black flame and the sound of explosions. To this day, no one knows where he is, or where he has gone to. But many say, “just follow the doll and bodies, it will lead you to him”. Some have said that what he had created killed him and others that he simply moved onto the other side of Tidal or farther into the lands themselves but one thing is for sure. Should one acquire a rather somber porcelain looking doll, beware of The Fatal Lullaby...
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[center]Nothing yet[/center]
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