Name: Vihor Thorn Age: 21 [hider=Description:] A young man standing at 5'10. He has a toned but surprisingly slender figure for a fighter. His mouth bears the fangs most beastkin have, but his are significantly smaller. He looks mostly human, but both his wavy, white hair and his pointy ears show his elven lineage clearly. You would think the beastkin isnt as obvious, but then he takes off his cloak and reveals the two feathered wings on his lower back, usually folded on his back or resting on his hipbones. They are dappled grey, turning all white in the winter. His face is framed by white, messily cut bangs. His freckled skin is more obvious around his nose and his irises are a warm yellow. His upper lip frenulum is pierced (smiley piercing), it's traditional. His left heel has a feather tattooed, tradition as well. He also has a septum piercing an eyebrow piercing and both also have some tradition but he also found them quite beautiful. [/hider] Race: Half Beastkin, quarter human, quarter elven Nation: First Feros and then Norsinia Magic type: Mana, especially to the element of wind. But due to leaving his tribe so early, he never got a real education or any training on it so his magic outbursts are comparable to reflexes or other natural reactions instead of controlled ones. [hider=Abilities:] - Sharpshooter. Unmatched aim, often unconsciously manipulated by mana. Usually using his collection of 16 throwing knives but theoreticallymost things will do. - Bursts. Unconsciously triggered bursts of wind, usually as a defense. If a spell is a word or a sentence, these are gasps. Not trained yet at all. - Copying. A clown can mimic and so can Vihor. Was someone for example a firemage and about to flame someone, Vihor could just then do the same and hold it, it just won't be as strong. [/hider] [hider=Background:] Vihor is from a tribe that has always prided itself with keeping away from most of society. It is just birdesc beastkin and while his only blood there was his mother and his older sister, most of the clan felt like family. He had been too small to understand the tribe conflicts back then. Why the tribes that were wandering to Norsinia for summer attacked each other. Later he would learn that their highmage at the time hadn't been a particularly good person. But that wouldn't bring his sister back. The memory of that big storm, born naturally but fueled by mages on both sides until it turned into an misshapen beast of a wind, and then how it would lift so many of them into the air and then just took off with them... It had burned itself into Vihor’s brain. His mother never recovered and Vihor refused to stay, even when their highmage was swapped for a wiser, calmer one, that wouldn't lead them into ego-war. As a young juvenile he left them. His goodbye ritual included getting that piercing and tattoo, a wish for a lot of real smiles and a reminder that a small part of them will be with him for every step of the way. Vihor wandered further into Norsinia, looking for work. He had been small and thin for his age but the thieves and jesters from the circus that had been in town appreciated his unusual appearance and his slim hands. They took him in and over the next years, while he traveled with them through half of Norsinia, still looking for his sister or at least closure, he learned a lot from them. How to juggle, how to dance on a rope ten feet in the air, how to slip the wallet of a man when passing by. He turned into a really good thief and one day a man, an orc with strong tusks and bloodshot eyes was watching him. But he didnt hand Vihor to the guards. Instead he had a commission, a commission with a mouthwatering payback. A sum big enough to make it possible for Vihor to technically search the entire country for his sister. So he agreed and broke into the house of a rich merchant. But just when he found what he searched, an old amulet, he found something else as well. A young winddragon, just grown and chained up. A fancy puppy with a muzzle. Winddragons are divine beings for his tribe and even though he wasnt religious anymore, he still felt a kind of connection to the creature. They fled together but from then on were on the run. Stealing a dragon and just having one with you without any permission or reason of sorts was highly illegal and no matter how quiet the dragon was, a reptile in his size and in bright white is a little too noticeable. They hid and at that point Vihor had to ask himself why those razorsharp teeth weren't ripping him apart. But seems like neither him nor the dragon were big fans of rules. They became a good duo, feeding each other, hiding each other, breaking in together. Well, together in some way. They became a good team but unfortunately Vihor got catched at some point. So, decisions, decisions. Join the dragonriders, get a payment when you're done, we need someone with wind powers up there and you seem to have a lot of tricks... Or spend the rest of your life in prison. Well, it was an easy choice. [/hider] Dragon name: Stratim Type: Wind Dragon Description: White in the winter and white, partly greyish in summer, with feathers everywhere. She has, unlike most wind dragons, four legs ending in long claws and four wings, two big, main ones, two down her long tail that are mostly for navigation. Stratim also has brown horns Vihor is allowed to hold onto when they're flying. [hider=Picture link to Pinterest] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/9f/c8/67/9fc8676b3f5209388e45362fb5c27508.jpg[/img] https://pin.it/3hHjuyZ9f [/hider] Breath Ability: Warm wind, she decides it's strength, can vary from a breeze to a tornado.