Tempest is a young Arctic Oceanic Drake from a dying breed that’s been poached into near extinction for their ability to manipulate water. Since being liberated from the New Zealand royal navy’s control, he’s been roaming the seas alone for several years in hopes of seeking out other dragonkin.


Like the rest of his kind, the big guy is a docile and gentle one most of the time, especially towards lessor mortal races. While slightly immature at times due to his current lack of age, he can be playful a majority of the time while friends may be present. Seeing him become hostile towards others is a rare scenario because of his passiveness.



- Aquamancy -


Tempest possesses an advanced form of water manipulation, being able to create tsunamis, summon hurricanes at will, conjure up storms, whirlpools, or shoot beams of pressurized water at either an enemy or prey. His skills even allow him to influence the water molecules in a person’s blood to a degree. For fast travel across the seas, he can manipulate the surrounding water to propel himself at unimaginable speeds below or above the surface.

- Ice Magic -


Another unique trait his kind carries. This includes being able to cool his surroundings, freeze a selection of water, create hardened ice spikes that can be turned into projectiles, and cause a devastating hailstorm by freezing a small portion of the heavens. A common defense move used by him is creating thick ice walls.


Weather Manipulation - Like the rest of his kin, he can conjure up devastating storms and hurricanes. This allows him to flood entire towns and cities if given enough time. While weather control can be one of his most powerful abilities, it often burns out most of his magic depending on the scale it’s being done on.

Lightning Redirection - Exactly what it sounds like. Knowing basic Atomkinesis has enabled him to draw electrons from the atmosphere until they can be charged enough to create a brief bolt and be projected where he wishes. If not done correctly, Tempest can risk frying himself in the process or anyone around him. This rare attack move doesn’t change the fact he’s vulnerable to electricity naturally. This can only be used if a severe thunderstorm is present.


Poseidon’s Trident - A legendary item given to him by the God of the seas himself. This allows Tempest to use more special forms of water manipulation and can be used as a melee weapon while in human form. In addition, the Trident can break any Ocean bound curse or be used to alter the sea level.



Tempest is roughly ninety-one feet in length from head to tail. Reflective azure scales cover most of his hulking form, with a golden underbelly and varying turquoise flippers. Three horns can be found bent back across his head almost like a trident, along with emerald serpentine irises, and webbed ears. While he lacks a pair of wings, two large fins remain on his back to keep him level in water. Gold spinal fins run down along his armored back and stop near the end of the tail.



Long ago sea drake populations used to range in the hundreds per pod, arguably one of the ultimate apex predators with the exception of Leviathan. There were many different variations of them, from their unholy deep-sea cousins to freshwater species, tropic breeds, and many others throughout the globe. While their winged counterparts inland were being wiped out, their numbers in the wild remained unchanged for some time.

With the industrial age came the ultimate decline. As mankind's technology became more advanced, so did their weapons, and that enabled them to finally combat the aquatic dragons effectively despite their docile temperament. But this was not the root cause for their elimination: Pollution of the seas claimed more of their lives than humanity's crusade over could. As a direct result, most became biologically vulnerable and died of illness. All that contamination wiped out many of their pods. Tempest is one of the few survivors of this.

Prior to being forcibly separated from his mother, the juvenile of a drake was captured and had undergone training to serve the Navy for a new program they created. Though defiant at first, they managed to tame him when a woman named Diadena Hernandez was assigned to him as his handler. She succeeded in getting him to corporate and went on a number of missions with her Draconic partner. The two became emotionally attached after a period of time.

Once the news had spread of a decision to dissect him came about, Diadena removed his tracker and turned him loose. From there, he fled from the Naval base before migrating hundreds of miles away.

It was only later until the young Dovah heard a song coming from the shoreline. Something about that melody had drawn him towards it in ways that could not be described, other than an uncontrollable urge to confront it and be with whoever was singing it. The one responsible was what appeared to be a young brunette woman, who was too shocked to flee at the sight of him. In his seemingly delusional state, Tempest showered her with affection in the form of licks, nuzzles, and even attempting to hold her. As if knowing he'd be in danger just for staying out there in the open, she chose to travel and run off with him.

Whether his love for her became willing or was a long-term side effect of her sings, the two became an inseparable pair who got in and out of trouble together.

He was a Sea Dragon, she was a Siren, and neither one had a place to call home.

Together they became an unlikely duo, like two fugitives who had no one but each other to rely on.

As they carried on together, the two became increasingly frustrated with the size difference between them, it almost became a sort of barrier. To compensate for this, he drained the Siren's blood and replaced it with his own, which held some magical properties that could convert another into one of his kind. As a result, Clarion instead became a sea serpent. It was through him that she learned how to hunt prey with her new lifestyle. Them migrating together became a daily routine.

. . .

Sometime prior to meeting a man who forged an adopted family of monsters, something terrible happened that forced their group to disband. In the midst of all that chaos, Tempest and his mate Clarion were unable to locate each other quickly enough and fled separately. Just like last time, he was required to travel alone for a second time.

Hopefully for the last.

 As for his whereabouts, Tempest is currently on an endless migration, whether it be in search of Clarion, the family, or to seek something else. With no one left to turn to, he conceals himself from any boats or ships that would draw attention to himself. He'll frequently roam in shallow waters, and is known to occasionally take on human form to explore any populated coasts thanks to a special transformation powder.



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One of Tempest's surviving siblings, who was captured by Onyx Corp, had his memories wiped, received heavy augments for combat, and trained to be paired with a handler/rider. Like all augmented water drakes, Answerer mostly lacks a personality and only knows how to follow orders due to the brainwashing inflicted by his captors. He has a difficult time when it comes to independent thought.

Now without a rider, the modified brute actively seeks out another in hopes of being given a purpose again, unable to contemplate the idea of choosing his own path or going against what his mind was programmed to do. Anyone with a resemblance to his prior handler, even just personality-wise, is likely to be approached. It's not uncommon for someone to react negatively before Answer either retaliates or continues on.

When interacting with others, one of three things are likely to happen: Either assisting them, eliminating the one in question, or simply ignore said individual. Avoid falling into the wrong category unless he can be subdued.



Being a former prince from a long-lost empire, Trua is a hybrid between an Eastern dragon and a European sea drake, able to wield both water and air-manipulation-based magic. This has enabled him to take to the skies, in addition to being amphibious.

Despite the incredible feats he's capable of, he is unusually small for a Dragon, being only twenty feet long from head to tail. The former royalty suffers from amnesia, unable to remember his past. To make matters worse, he often experiences back problems due to the disproportionate amount of weight on his spine from his body structure, also mute from an injury he received to his vocal cords.

It's common for him to hide his walking disability from others, which affects him even in human form, often choosing to sit in a wheelchair when possible, or swim in water while in his true appearance to reveal the strain on his bad spine. Others may find out from him hurting himself by accident or abruptly stopping during a lengthy walk.

To communicate with others since he's mute, Trua will either use sign language, or physically write words into soil or paper if someone doesn't know it.




Being a biological uncle to and the same species as Tempest, Mel is an ancient sea drake who is also Trua's father, in addition to being the former leader of his now long lost pod. Said beast is very well composed due to being literally thousands of years old, he is both the oldest, largest, and most wise member of his kind, often being a father-like figure to those around who befriended him.

Having vast experience in combat, he is a prodigy with water-manipulation magic. It is said that wherever Mel is present, a great tropical storm will follow, and that his aquamancy is so advanced, that he can separate the hydrogen from oxygen, and ionize it to create a burning hot plasma, which can be fired in beams. Mel is also highly proficient in the use of cryomancy since ice is just water in a different form. Despite how devastating most of his ranged attacks can be, the big guy prefers getting up close and personal during a brawl. Very heavy explosives are needed to pierce his armored scales.

Due to his massive size, only large prey is sought after, often favoring large species of sharks (including Great Whites), walruses, and rays. One exception to this is sea lion pups, which he finds sweeter in terms of taste. Despite hunting all sorts of marine life, he does not prey on humans or two-legged beings.


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  • The Wyvern turned her head to the attempt on escaping from part of the Drake, she didn't take it too kindly to say the least, her pride had been hurt, but more important, another reptile had just revealed in front of her, it was almost like her prayers to Gaia had been answered.


    " You fool. "


    She said, between gritted teeth as she began her flight again. She was surprisingly fast, at least  considering her massive stature. 

    The Wyvern flew until she was on top of her target, and procceded to do what she had done before, she purposely fell over the oceanic draconian, without intending to do much damaged, as the only thing she desired was to force him to cancel his retreat.

    Once her weight was over the serpentine body, she used her left wing's claws to hold down the Drake's head down, what would become her prey if he didn't acknowledge her.


    " You really tried to escape me? Such a lack of manners from your part, it ashames me that we descend from the same beings. "


    Amare used her claw to press Tempest's head deeper into the ground with a zigzaggin motion. Her strength was brutal, but it was obvious what her weak spot was, her pride. The doom of so many fell over that same prideful attitude, and she was most likely the next to fall to it, but before that, Tempest would have to deal with her brute force.

    The Wyvern looked down on what she considered her adversary, exhaling with a sigh that seemed to signify she was bored.


    " I could murder you right here, with so much ease, I could just take a bite out of your wind pipe and it'd be over so quickly- But I am far too bored to let an oportunity like this escape- I will give you a fighting chance, if you somehow survive and manage to defeat me before the sun goes down completely, I will do what you want. But if I win, I will do whatever I want to you, and you will have to put up with it for the rest of your miserable days. "


    Amare's grip of Temepest slowly began to release.


    " And right about now I am getting hungry, it'd be a shame if I decided to practice canibalism on a fellow draconian, don't you think? "


    The Wyvern laughed, her deep voice resounding along the beachside as she looked down with her fire colored eyes, waiting for a response from the Drake.


  • // Currently Playing as my secondary Muse; Amare //


    A rather peaceful village rose from the ground of a island, beautiful reflections of the sun showed themselves upon the water that surrounded the terrain while the sun began to come down on the sky. The townsfolk had no fear of war, for they had good relationships with the people from the main continent, but they did fear one thing.-


    " Dragon! "


    A man shouted in fear, as the wings of death changed the winds around itself with every movement it made. The Wildfire, the Raging Volcano had targeted that island, right after it had devastated another merely a few days ago. People from the main continent were well aware of the violence that the beast brought upon those it chose as enemies, and they sent help, although, it was most likely futile.

    The draconian spun around the sky a few times before spreading its wings and going in a straight line towards the ground.

    Once it collided with the ground, it shook it with no effort whatsoever, creating a shockwave that brought down some structures and created a crater that began filling with the magma produced by her magic.


    " Bow, mortals. Fear for my soul craves vengeance against your kind, repent, before I baptize you with my FLAMES ! 


    The draconian in question, was a Wyvern. Similar to Drakes, Wyverns were a direct descendant of the ancient Dragons that ruled entire realms on their time, powerful, glorious and mighty. But times changed, the once respected beings that ruled the sky, the waters, the earth and what is bellow, were now just a memory, diluted by time into lesser beings, those being Drakes, and slightly superior to those but with a lack of potent magic being Wyverns, and if luck was against the reptile, they could even be even more diluted, being a Wyrm or Lindwurm.

    Thankfully, Amare, or as the folk called the Wyvern, " The Raging Volcano " had been blessed, not only by her ancestors, but by these foolish beings that thought they could rule it all.


    She had been used and modified to be turned into a weapon for human use, but they made  a mistake, which was keeping her will alive. Amare was able to escape once the process of her change was over, she was now able to wield magic, and it craved human blood and revenge, but if there was anything that the beast desired more, was an actual challenge, a proper fight, against one of her kind.

  • After a moment’s thought over the ship’s fate and sudden urgent change of plan, Spencer delivered a nod to both dragons and turned his attention to Amatheia. His feet seemed to stumble before they turned to follow. While he wanted nothing more than to rest after their journey to the depths, the thought of leaving the sea drake behind and splitting up in the strange place left room for worry. A reassuring smile from the Nereid was shared as she passed him by to take the lead with a rather fast pace. Without another word, the two descended down the opposite corridor. The waters grew quiet again as he assumed the others did likewise.


    The corridor that Yuna and Tempest had wandered down took a turn down another hall, following a zig-zag in the opposite direction of where the other two had gone. With the hallways and structures being so similar, wrong turns were almost to be expected if one wasn’t paying close attention to the temple’s massive grid within the trench. The only hints beyond the hallway’s subtle differences were the flows of energy that followed along the pillars from the fiery depths of what Vulcan had left in the territory. Once devastation, it seemed to serve as new life to the temple and outlying lands.

    At the end of their twists and turns, there was an exit and a pathway out of the temple’s side. Another archway eventually marked the threshold between the Water Nation temple and the outskirt dens that descended into the trenches, much like the caverns that could have been a true maze without the runes lighting the way. The dragon’s keep was without any of the dead ends and dangers of the labyrinth. The larger corridors branched off into what looked like separate spaces, with each entryway carved with different symbols to denote them.

    “...As I spoke, my mother was not of these parts,” Yuna spoke up after some contemplating. “Our late Empress was nomadic before stumbling across Nightwing’s shores. She settled here when she was still young, and yet she commanded a fortress for the beings of the deep who helped shape these grounds. They are a place of refuge for those who may wander as far.” 

    Yuna paused at one of the doorways. Presumably, Tempest’s for the time being.

    “We have not been a nation at our full strength for many, many years. I think perhaps your visit could be an omen… Choose good or bad wisely.” Her pupils narrowed as did her gaze while she studied the sea drake intently.  I will see to you come morning. Listen for the sounds of the temple’s chimes, they will alert you when it is time.”

    The young Empress turned then without another word and headed back toward the temple with a bit more haste in her step. Whatever had been interrupted proved to be urgent.

  • "Uhhhuh accident you say, color me entirely convinced. But then I can't say I am so inclined. Anything other than creeping through air ducts on your hobby list?" 

  • "I am, and you are the lizard that dropped from the ceiling. Small universe." 

  • Whazuuuuup

  • More names lost to history, perhaps lost to the young queen herself if she wasn’t careful in listening. Her gaze intensified when the other spoke of some tragedy to come, or rather, a tragedy already passed.

    Vertical pupils narrowed to slits while Yuna listened. Spencer had turned his head all the same, not that his attention had let up for a second since their meeting atop the stairs. The Ex-Rider’s brow furrowed at the description while the dragoness’ expression was far less inquisitive and more distrusting at the sound of the mechanical monster. 

    Spencer forced a breath through the makeshift gills to keep the spell active when he realized he had been holding it. It sounded like nothing he could put to memory and perhaps out of the caliber of what the humans were capable of.

    “This ship you speak of, above our waters… you trust it?” The question was posed to Spencer for the Rider’s opinion. A small but certain nod was given. Shadows from the waters above were reason to be wary in the recovering nation’s eyes. Yuna’s gaze went between the two and then she huffed.

    “Eínaiofýlakas! Epéstrepse,” 

    The comment caught the young queen’s attention immediately. It was Amatheia’s hasty voice from the entrance where she waited. Spencer thought he could recognize the language if only small fragments of the fast spoken words… who had returned?

    “I have matters to attend to… -You have both traveled a considerable way to reach us. Let us show you both to a place of rest for the time being. We can speak again in time.” Yuna looked toward Spencer with greater concern than the Water Drake himself who she thought capable. “Your magic has taken a toll on you, has it not? Amatheia, if you would show our guest Spencer to the Rider’s quarters, I will show Tempest to the dens.”

    Amatheia looked at Yuna impatiently at first, but wiped the expression away rather quickly. Whatever the hurry was, she nodded and gestured toward one end of the hall. Spencer looked back toward the other two but hesitantly followed. Yuna meanwhile turned toward the other corridor. “Come, then.”

  • Gifts the sea drake with a flower crown and smooches! 

  • ~faint smile met his almost proud response while Andronika continued eating the Great White shark he offered her, looking up as he said her name was gorgeous, could she blush was she? Almost a degree of shyness came over the dragoness as she went back to eating after a few moments. Finshing all she could at the moment, some of the shark still left as she looks up hearnig his question on her age. ~ "A few hundred,  three hundred. How old are you?" 

    ~smiling as she talked, her tail resting along her side before wrapping around herself almost like a cat would~

  • Raiya's lungs welcomed the gasp of air once they broke the water's surface. She was still riding the feeling of elation from the adrenaline as they approached the dock, and hardly noticed how tight her grip was on Tempest until she stepped into the boardwalk. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her upon that first step, and her arm trembled ever so slightly as she caught herself as quickly as the stumble came.

    The raven opted to sit down on the boardwalk and let her legs dangle off of the side of it. She grinned up at Tempest as he turned and announced his departure. "I won't go anywhere."

    She waited, true to her word.

    Peace was short-lived, as it always seemed to be. Metaphorical hackles bristled upon the realization that footsteps sounded closer than she was expecting. She turned her head from where she sat and snapped her eyes up in time to see the strange man approach.

    Raiya's expression mirrored one of general impasse, neither welcoming nor unkind. Her eyes scanned the man down and up, and she was not at all subtle about the analytical gesture.

    "I am." Raiya's response was incredibly simple and cool to the touch, and the elven quietly turned her gaze back towards the waters once it had been delivered. There was still a sense of unease that she could not shake, and it did not help that she was at a disadvantage here from a positional and tactile standpoint. Raiya willed her body to retain its relaxed composure, yet she kept the man in her peripherals. Tempest, where are you...

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