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FetzenVilkas Excellion
Appearance:
Vilkas appears as either a tall slightly tanned humanoid with a dark beard and short spiky hair. A tattoo of the draconic runic symbol of strength rests on his right shoulder. his eyes are a burning gold color, that seems to swirl when looked at directly. His dragon form is a smaller red and black dragon. His wingspan stretched out ten meters in either direction and he can hold two fully plated riders.
Age: 183
Race: Dragonkin
Personality:
Vilkas is a very active person. He likes being around people, yet often fears his lack of shifting control will hurt them... as a massive dragon is a bit hard to deal with. He is a collector, collecting various geodes and crystals. He has a strong will and is incredibly stubborn. He also gets angry when met with failure. In his studies, he learns quickly, trying to absorb as much information as he can, to learn about himself and maybe even figure out how to advance the world around him.
History:
A sudden storm was the warning sign that something unusual was happening. It was clear before but as he looked up from the pool of rapidly growing blood at the rain falling on his face, he saw a great shadow fall over him. A large elderly dragon looked down at the young man. “Oh dear… This is not good... Bex Lagos.” He breathed a slow flame over his body and rapidly the blood reversed its direction and he was healed. “There you go... What is your name, little dragon?”
“V-Vilkas… Sir…” The young man pushed himself up to a sitting position. “He reddened slightly from the embarrassment of it all, being found in a pool of his own blood casting magic that his father forbade him to use.
The older dragon shifted down to his human form, a rather tall bunch slightly hunched older man. He held out a hand “Ix.” A tendril of wood formed and shot up to make him a staff. “There is nothing to be ashamed for young one. I too use that very same magic. It has been a long time since I’ve seen one so young able to use it so well. If you would like… I can teach you the basics. But there are several rules that you must abide by. One, do not use blood to fuel it’s power unless you are in dire straits. You would treat it like any other blood rune. Second, you are not to tell anyone I trained you unless I tell you to. Third, you will not ask for my name, either. You will find it out in due time. Now come, Young Vilkas…”
He spent a decade, training under the watchful eye of the Teacher, as he called him. Learning the basics and how to defend himself. “It is not a kind world out there.. I have seen many a being fall from being unaware.. You need to be mindful of all that surrounds you. Wyrd draws not on just you but of the strength of the magic around you. You are merely a catalyst that sets it in motion. That is the basis of all magic… Now.. See the candles… I want you to cast Tau on the middle one. Just the middle one. I want you to set only that one candle alight… It’s difficult, yes? Now watch… Tas.” The middle candle alights softly. “Don’t focus on it too hard... “
“Why am I doing this? It’s not like it’ll help with my control of the Wyrd..” Vilkas grumbles after exploding the candles again for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“It is not for your control of the Wyrd, boy. It is about your control of yourself.” He smiles softly. “Your shifting is out of control. You can barely maintain human form when you are angry. The candles will help you realize your ability to shift with fine control. You are already ahead of most of our kind, you have the Wyrd. It took me a century to get to where you are now. I could see you one day becoming a Patriarch. Now, keep practicing, and if you shift and tear your clothes you’ll be making your own repairs.” He left the cave.
At the end of the year his teacher sent him off back home. “You have learned all I can teach you in this moment. You have a clan to return to.”
“Do you have a clan, Master?” Vilkas hiked his pack up on his shoulder. He had grown from the frightened young boy to a man, easily shifting between forms, though his anger problem was there still. “I’m sure Patriarch Vescartes would be willing to take you in. You might even be stronger than he is..”
“Vescartes… I remember the youngling.” He smirks. “I’m fine. You have a Moot to attend. You came out here looking for a purpose and found it. You have grown into your power and the Council would do well to see to your full training. Now go… I will see you again, Novitate Vilkas.” He turned and entered his cave.
Vilkas traveled back home. He flew with a newfound strength, arriving back with his clan. Vescartes and his father were furious, he’d left without so much as goodbye and then seemingly vanished for a full year with no trace of him being gone. He settled back into life with the Borealis Clan and when it came time for the Moot, he went with them, though his father had him under watch so he wouldn’t sneak away. It was a big shock to all who gathered when a large grey dragon landed. When he shifted Vilkas recognized him as his teacher. “Divine Dragon Dromon… It is an honor to see you here..”
“I see he is not yet among the dead.” Baladora, a matriarch of the Vulcan clan called out. “I thought he’d sleep till the world ended.”
“Hush Baladora, I have a few centuries left I would think. Now.. I would like to place a name forward for the Pilgrimage. Vilkas Excellion come here, young one.” Dromon spotted the young dragon. Vilkas swallowed and made his way through the crowd. When he got to Dromon he put a hand on his shoulder. “First I would like to apologize for taking this fine young dragon from his clan for the last decade. I have been personally training him in the old Way. I believe he could learn a lot from travelling abroad and seeing the world. If he wishes it, I will send him to the Sanctuary. I have an.. Old friend there who would be able to give him the training he needs.” And like that, it was decided, he would go off to train in the Sanctuary after exploring the civilized lands for a while. It had been a while since they they sent anyone to the Sanctuary, as it was only the Elders who’d ever gone. Vilkas learned the only one who could send people there was Dromon, but it confused Vilkas.
“I will not send you there specifically, you will find it on your own. It has a… way of doing that. I know I could find it again if I tried. I get along well with it’s Master. He is a decent person. If you feel you are in danger along your journey, simply try and find the Sanctuary. Now… You have preparations to do and the Elders are very interested in seeing how far you’ve come into your magic in the last decade.”
“V-Vilkas… Sir…” The young man pushed himself up to a sitting position. “He reddened slightly from the embarrassment of it all, being found in a pool of his own blood casting magic that his father forbade him to use.
The older dragon shifted down to his human form, a rather tall bunch slightly hunched older man. He held out a hand “Ix.” A tendril of wood formed and shot up to make him a staff. “There is nothing to be ashamed for young one. I too use that very same magic. It has been a long time since I’ve seen one so young able to use it so well. If you would like… I can teach you the basics. But there are several rules that you must abide by. One, do not use blood to fuel it’s power unless you are in dire straits. You would treat it like any other blood rune. Second, you are not to tell anyone I trained you unless I tell you to. Third, you will not ask for my name, either. You will find it out in due time. Now come, Young Vilkas…”
He spent a decade, training under the watchful eye of the Teacher, as he called him. Learning the basics and how to defend himself. “It is not a kind world out there.. I have seen many a being fall from being unaware.. You need to be mindful of all that surrounds you. Wyrd draws not on just you but of the strength of the magic around you. You are merely a catalyst that sets it in motion. That is the basis of all magic… Now.. See the candles… I want you to cast Tau on the middle one. Just the middle one. I want you to set only that one candle alight… It’s difficult, yes? Now watch… Tas.” The middle candle alights softly. “Don’t focus on it too hard... “
“Why am I doing this? It’s not like it’ll help with my control of the Wyrd..” Vilkas grumbles after exploding the candles again for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“It is not for your control of the Wyrd, boy. It is about your control of yourself.” He smiles softly. “Your shifting is out of control. You can barely maintain human form when you are angry. The candles will help you realize your ability to shift with fine control. You are already ahead of most of our kind, you have the Wyrd. It took me a century to get to where you are now. I could see you one day becoming a Patriarch. Now, keep practicing, and if you shift and tear your clothes you’ll be making your own repairs.” He left the cave.
At the end of the year his teacher sent him off back home. “You have learned all I can teach you in this moment. You have a clan to return to.”
“Do you have a clan, Master?” Vilkas hiked his pack up on his shoulder. He had grown from the frightened young boy to a man, easily shifting between forms, though his anger problem was there still. “I’m sure Patriarch Vescartes would be willing to take you in. You might even be stronger than he is..”
“Vescartes… I remember the youngling.” He smirks. “I’m fine. You have a Moot to attend. You came out here looking for a purpose and found it. You have grown into your power and the Council would do well to see to your full training. Now go… I will see you again, Novitate Vilkas.” He turned and entered his cave.
Vilkas traveled back home. He flew with a newfound strength, arriving back with his clan. Vescartes and his father were furious, he’d left without so much as goodbye and then seemingly vanished for a full year with no trace of him being gone. He settled back into life with the Borealis Clan and when it came time for the Moot, he went with them, though his father had him under watch so he wouldn’t sneak away. It was a big shock to all who gathered when a large grey dragon landed. When he shifted Vilkas recognized him as his teacher. “Divine Dragon Dromon… It is an honor to see you here..”
“I see he is not yet among the dead.” Baladora, a matriarch of the Vulcan clan called out. “I thought he’d sleep till the world ended.”
“Hush Baladora, I have a few centuries left I would think. Now.. I would like to place a name forward for the Pilgrimage. Vilkas Excellion come here, young one.” Dromon spotted the young dragon. Vilkas swallowed and made his way through the crowd. When he got to Dromon he put a hand on his shoulder. “First I would like to apologize for taking this fine young dragon from his clan for the last decade. I have been personally training him in the old Way. I believe he could learn a lot from travelling abroad and seeing the world. If he wishes it, I will send him to the Sanctuary. I have an.. Old friend there who would be able to give him the training he needs.” And like that, it was decided, he would go off to train in the Sanctuary after exploring the civilized lands for a while. It had been a while since they they sent anyone to the Sanctuary, as it was only the Elders who’d ever gone. Vilkas learned the only one who could send people there was Dromon, but it confused Vilkas.
“I will not send you there specifically, you will find it on your own. It has a… way of doing that. I know I could find it again if I tried. I get along well with it’s Master. He is a decent person. If you feel you are in danger along your journey, simply try and find the Sanctuary. Now… You have preparations to do and the Elders are very interested in seeing how far you’ve come into your magic in the last decade.”
Magic:
Alteration/Runic Writing
Wyrd: The ancient magic only a few dragons and certain beings have been able to use. Drawing upon the power of Runes one can summon the effect directly into reality, calling fire or storm, depending on how the rune is used. Drawn runes are stronger and more draining, with blood being the strongest as it draws it's power directly from one's lifeforce.- Apprentice level
Dragons Breath: He breathes dragonfire, a type of fire that cannot be quenched by anything less than water or ice magic at it's level. Can burns as long as he tells it to. Only usuable in dragon form.- Mastery
Skills:
Advanced Combat training: Journeyman Vilkas has training in the sword, staff and the bow. From his time working under his mentor and his father he proved to be a natural with the blade, earning the nickname Bladedancer.
Multilingual: Expert Has studied several languages and dialects, can interpret many different types of runic languages.
Wilderness Survival: All dragons are trained in this, as it's a bit expected they know how to hunt and take down prey. Knowing what food is good to eat and being able to survive off the land as they have done for centuries. Vilkas showed himself a bit more on the cunning side with his trapmaking and using his superior dragon senses to track his targets.
Bardic Skills: Vilkas took this up when he was young, as he wasn't into the fighting like the others were. This made sure they still liked him as his songs were how he first found out about his magic. He can play the lute, flute, and sing. Drawing upon his magic he can set up simple harmonies using the wind.
Extra:
have a draggo
