“They say that he is one of the last few of his kind, and that he can bend the seas to his will.”


-Kevin Sheppard, former marine biologist



Summary:

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 dragon kin.

Personality:

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.

Abilities:

Water Bending - 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 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.

Weapons:

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.



History:


It all began with his kind being picked off over the years by a coalition between varying governments and corporations that have sought to exploit their potential, whether it be through dissection or capture. With North America’s Navy cutting off access to the Southern Ocean, returning home was a death sentence, and the Pod was given no choice but to flee to the warm waters between Australia and New Zealand. Even then they still weren’t safe from their pursuers, and retaliating only attracted more attention.

Tempest was no older than fifteen when their group chose to scatter, including his mother who was forced to let him go. With no guidelines on where to go, he fled towards Australia’s east coast to avoid being caught.

Wrong choice.

To his misfortunate, the NZRN made a successful attempt at capturing the male with the intent on bringing him in alive. Instead of ending up as a science experiment, they chose to tame and use him for their own purposes since many of his kin had been dissected in the past. The one chosen to work with him and become his handler was Vampryn, a young woman who was a marine biologist and a former mercenary. Despite being held there for several years against his will, the two warmed up to each other before he called her his first and only Rider.

The duo formed a symbolic relationship from there, almost to the point where Tempest wanted to address her as his mate, as wrong as it seemed for many. In order to accommodate for the size boundary between them, the aquatic male drained her blood and replaced it with his own. The end result was Vampryn becoming a sea serpent who could shift forms whenever she pleased, but kept her feral appearance concealed while on base.

The Royal New Zealand Navy made a decision to hand him over to Onyx Corporation, an organization that sought to butcher him on a lab table. Not wanting to lose her beloved Sea Drake, Vampryn and several others conspired to help him escape before the upcoming transfer. With the assistance of a few close friends, she successfully managed to undo his restraints and release him into the open sea, in addition to having his tracking chip removed through a somewhat painful process. As much as he dreaded going alone, the Arctic sea dragon had no choice but to give her up prior to leaving. If there was one thing he regretted doing, it was not taking the woman with him.

Everything took a drastic turn when she came into his life.

In what seemed like a great twist of fate, Tempest met a Demi Goddess from the Underworld while exploring a small island, she was the daughter of the Norse deity Hel. Her name was Trinity. From there, the two formed a symbolic friendship before she invited him to live with her and her adopted family. For once, he had a place he could call home.



It was through her where he learned most of his combat skills, the duo frequently practiced and sparred together in their spare time. Being the quick learner he was, the infamous Sea Dragon developed an increased talent for battling. Thanks to her, the big bug refined his water manipulation abilities and learned how to utilize Ice magic.


Him and Trinity were almost inseparable, they did everything together. Eventually, Trinity was claimed as a mate after she used a spell to take on the form of a Dark Dragoness. It seemed that both became an eternal couple that could never be ripped apart, even if the Universe demanded it.

Unfortunately, such a time came when the two were forced to go their separate ways in a series of complicated events. The feeling of isolation and loneliness crept up on him again upon having to give up Trinity. Even worse, his adopted family was forced to scatter in the winds when humans learned about a group of elemental beings living together.


Since then, the Oceanic Dovah has been on his own out in the wilderness of the high seas, hoping one day that either new species of Wyrm will appear, or another member of his dying breed. The next couple of years were spent in isolation to avoid another capture or being pursued again, with only his instincts and training from Vampryn to rely on.

Appearance:

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.


 

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Tempest


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Twenty two


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Male


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Single


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  • The question gets a laugh out of him, a bitter and biting thing that feels far more like that of a condemned man staring down a firing squad than that of someone in good spirits, either way. He's not armed, which is obvious from the get-go. There isn't even a knife on his person. Unless those gnarled, old hands hold some secret power, there should be nothing to fear from him.

    After some deliberation, he speaks. His accent gives away the answer before his choice of words does. He is aware of this, and there is no fear or resentment in his tone. He has long since made peace with what he has become and what it was that he assisted in. That does not mean forgiven- he will never be that, and he knows it. But he can at least sleep, now, and sometimes not have the crippling nightmares that once plagued him so horribly.

    "I admit I am from the mainland, though I am no enemy of yours in either ideology or arms. If you have wounded, I will assist. I do not care what nationality. Or race." Odd. He sounds like he means it, as well. His head tilts, as if weighing the choices presented to him. He quickly decides taking this slowly is the best way to avoid catastrophe, and thus, he does.

    "There are things you wish to know. Things I can and will tell you. There is no need to coerce me. But you should listen, for your own safety and for the sake of the cause for which you have taken up arms. I bear no ill will, but I assume I am not to be trusted. I suppose if I were young and standing in your shoes, I would have done the same. God knows what I did in the Great War." There's a faraway look in his good eye for a moment, the reminiscing nearly taking the form of a shell-shocked flashback instead. He pushes back the horrors like he always does and he keeps moving.

    "My name is Stonewood. And I have the answers you seek, young man, though you may not like what I have to say." The anglicized name is given on purpose, for if his true surname were to be heard, his connection with the camps might be known. He does not know what these men are aware of or not, but his standard policy is to act as if everyone knows he is guilty and hearing Steinholtz to begin with will set off a horrid chain of events that may destroy whatever chance he has of being the guiding force he was freed to be for this world and the people in it, tumbling amidst endless chaos and lost to their own desires as he himself once was.

    "Tell me. Just so I know the state of the men I am dealing with," his sharp speach has softened here, the words curling from his dry lips. "What year is it? Simply a prelimitary test."

  • Zoriko’s eyes were glowing a bright ruby colour, as a response to the accusation laid to her by Emmy. But before she could say anything, or even interrupt the chilling glare from Emmy, Tempest would speak up in her defense.

    He spoke on about how pure Zoriko’s character was, putting her in awe. No one had said these things about her, at least not that she heard of. Zoriko was at a loss for words, and her response to Tempest would be a smile, and a whispered “Thank you” without looking up at him.

    Zoriko procured the ring from one of the inner pockets of her purse, and showed it to Emmy. The ring itself was wrapping in a clean paper towel, one she kept to clean up her watercolour, however, she had wrapped it around the ring to prevent it from being tarnished while in her possession. Holding out to her now, Zoriko reassured Emmy, “I have no purpose for this ring, but I was made aware of its purpose when I held it. It is too precious of a ring to leave here for robbers, and so I picked it up. I know of a friend who would keep such artifacts safe and in top condition. However, if it is of greater benefit to you, I will leave it wherever you wish.”

    Emmy gazed at the ring; whether it was the amount of care with which Zoriko held it, or even the caution with which she had kept it away from the greed of others. Or perhaps there were other reasons, ones which Zoriko would not know of, that would finally make Emmy believe her and calm down a bit. As Emmy relaxed her stance, and Zoriko did the same. Emmy didn’t say anything in return, instead nudged her head, then walking in the direction they were supposed to go. “Remember,” Zoriko whispered to Tempest, “She cannot go anywhere without our aid. I carry the ring, and she can’t move without it. If she kills us, she can’t rest, so we will be fine until we find her body. It’s only afterwards that we may need to worry”

    Emmy took about three steps forward and then stopped, just as Zoriko hinted. Still clutching Tempest’s arm she place the ring back into her purse and then continued walking. They walked on, with few words exchanged for a little less than fifteen minutes, just until they reached a corridor that was particularly perilous. Each step they took forward was slow, and full of caution. Surely the ship didn’t have traps in it, but that’s not something they could afford to assume. There were shards of glass littered around, laying on rotting wood, or wood that was splintering and sharp. Walking was almost impossible, as they could take a few steps, but if the floor were to give way, they would be in serious trouble.

    Tempest had given her a pretty good idea of how to cross to the other side, but execution would be the problem; She didn’t have many resources to use. Then, the idea of a sketch was offered, only to be declined. “I don’t want to sit here for too long, as the structural integrity of this flooring is not very good.” Of course if it was just Zoriko she could easily lift herself up with some wind and carry herself to the other side, but she wasn’t sure if she could lift two. The next idea was a bridge made from ice that was textured so as to give enough traction to walk on, but there wasn’t enough water to create ice, just a drip from the ceiling. Perhaps the only reliable method would be to carry themselves, one by one by using the air. A crackling noise from below them made Zoriko’s heart start racing in anticipation; The floor was cracking beneath their weight

    “Don’t be alarmed, but we will have to go across one by one, I don’t know if I have time to explain before the floor gives, so I will just do it, don’t move and relax, okay?” Before she could get even a nod of approval, she would lift the barrier, and shut her eyes for a quick second. When she would open them once again, her eyes were glowing brighter than ever, a bright vermilion colour, as she was now using her magic. Focusing on Tempest’s figure now, she slowly surrounded themselves with wind. Her white hair was blowing in the the direction of the wind which eventually began to circle around Tempest, slowly lifting him into the air, and then moving him to the other side, and then landing him gently, so he doesn’t lose balance upon setting his feet to the ground. Once he was on the ground the wind had disappeared, so that Zoriko could breathe for a few seconds before doing it again. Using the magic from the pendant to create a constant barrier around them had drained her quite a bit.

    But perhaps this recuperation period was not the greatest idea because the floor had given away beneath her. Without thinking, she yelled out his name, and threw her bag so that he could catch it, before the floor would cave and causing her to fall. Still, she didn’t fall too far below, since although the floor beneath her was bent, it had supported her fall. The real problem, however, was that she had landed on splintering wood, and though she broke her fall appropriately, her arms, and left leg were bleeding, and she didn’t quite know how to use healing magic. But she had to press on. The fall had caused a rush of adrenaline, which she used to to lift herself out with relative ease. When she would finally get out, she would tell Tempest that she was fine and grab his arm to restore the barrier, before actually walking ahead.  Zoriko had sustained worse injuries in the past and so she was able to walk around, but ignoring the stinging sensation would prove to be a bit difficult. Either way, she had a mission to accomplish and had resolved that she wouldn’t leave until she had done so.

    They pressed on, treading with caution. Each step they took was filled with a tense anxiety for the corridor they were walking through had to end at some point. Emmy was talking on and on about her life, but Zoriko wasn’t quite listening. Her mind dwelled on things more important. Though she felt a degree of pity for Emmy, she could not let Emmy know, and the end goal was to find her body, send her to rest, and then leave. Finally after another 15 minutes of walking, they arrived at a large double entry door, presumably some kind of theatre or perhaps another ballroom? The door itself was a deep garnet red, and the door knobs were golden and embellished, a design that matched the elegance and extravagance of the rest of the boat. Peculiarly enough, the door seemed devoid of any signs of aging. The paint on the door seemed no more that 15 years old, though this boat had been abandoned for nearly a century.

    Zoriko looked up at Tempest, then over at Emmy, giving them a single nod. She had a good feeling about what would be behind these doors. Letting go of Tempest's arm now, she slowly walked towards the door, and held one of the handles, signalling Tempest to grab the other so they could heave the doors open together. These doors were likely the type to have watchmen on each side to pull open the doors for the guest, as an added showmanship.

    Perhaps this is where they would finally find her, and perhaps this is where the saga of an estranged ghost can come to an end. But what actually loomed beyond this door was something they would not know until they took the plunge and walked in 

  • Those two hours she had been gone she had tried to hunt, having a light one and still somewhat hungry so she turned to the sea to hunt for more sharks to eat. Swooping down suddenly she scooped up a shark with her massive jaws and quickly ate as she flew over the water looking for another when the scent of more prey gained her attention. Flying over her island she briefly wondered on how Tempest was, somewhat regretting her actions leaving so suddenly, yet she wouldn't have changed it. She had to hunt. Hunger drove her, swooping down suddenly she dove from the air to the island a few miles from hers, scooping up a deer she quickly eats then grabs another until she had enough to fill her stomach. 

    Flying back to her island she lands silently and pauses wondering where Tempest was, following his scent she tracks him to her cave and she rushes dread curling in her belly. What if he found the Spartoi?! Entering the cave she relaxes soon as she sees the hiding spot undisturbed, and travelling in deeper she sees Tempest himself curled on his side, sleep having claimed him. Leaving him be she turns and leaves the cave, curling up under the stars as night slowly falls. She would allow him to sleep, talk could come later.

  • // Replies owed: Zoriko and Spencer.

  • Spencer’s eyes did a sweep of the surroundings as they traveled onward. The grounds were now familiar. In his own proclaimed ‘territory’ no matter how borrowed from the dragons they may be. All belonging to their dormant queen. He looked onward however with far less concern than the drake. He knew of the region, whet it still held in its timbers and caverns. How to avoid if that was deemed suited, and he had managed to do so in peace.

    These questions were things often pondered. Spencer found himself doing less and less as he searched for things to occupy. His visits with Raiya. His dealings in magic, and mentoring of another in its abilities. And apparently… the flooding of the Eastern coast of Nightwing, now. All in all, the last battle was remembered. Whom he had fought alongside, and their target at hand. The blade he won as a trophy in combat to the slayer and where it resided deep within his dragon’s den. The time spent in waiting during their separation of the battle. What had happened in the end that had lead to the absence of his partner, to which he may never know.

    Given a soft chuckle to the question, a nod was given. “Skya’s keep holds the library to which she hoarded… not gold but knowledge in a sense. I would not doubt she has overlooked every page of it. Her children were bound to have shared in their stake as well. Her Rider, Lenn, settles down to exchange books and read to this day, although the visits have grown further apart than in the past. Lenn’s daughter once took up the task of assisting the dragoness in upkeep, and now I reside over it… there is an endless amount of sorting and refurbishing that could be done within it, honestly. I do what I can as a tribute to an old friend.”

    Said words were spoken calmly. Not as entirely old lore for the library- within the last fifty years or so perhaps at the least. The family tree of what was the dragons, their Riders, and the families beneath their guardianship spanning generations. Spencer looked onward curiously as the water droplets seemed to materialize. Working their way out of his clothing, his hair. Off his skin. Temperature was a relative thing to the man and yet, there was comfort in staying dry. “Thank you…” He responded with some surprise. As they had landed on shore, he made his way off the drake’s back, intent on walking. They had not long, now. “The library is more or less sacred ground, now. However, some of its collection resides on my own shelves… and that is where we will be headed next. None too far from Arzian, if you would be interested in a history lesson as we walk.”

  • Zoriko didn't need to use her words to alert Tempest of the danger this woman may possess, but in hindsight, she should have. Tempest had managed to evoke a nasty response to his words, leave Zoriko herself a bit bewildered as to what could have provoked her so.

    It was obvious that Emmy's shriek was simply to scare people off. Zoriko was able to see right through her guise and so remained calm throughout the entire thing. Her patience was somewhat of a wonder, and not mutual in the slightest. Any and all signs of terror were blatantly displayed on Tempest's face. Within moments of he shriek, Tempest tried his hand in running away, only for Zoriko to grasp his arm tighter, as if telling him Don't Move without uttering a sound. The barrier would protect them, even if they ran, but the situation right now would only worsen if they ran. To be able to produce an ear piercing shrill like that, the woman obviously has some kind of power. The barrier protects against all physical attacks, but may not be completely immune to things like curses, and since she could not possibly know what this talents Emmy may have, their best bet would be to go with it.
    But then, Zoriko looked up at Emmy, but right before she was able to ask why, she noticed that Emmy looked somewhat concerned herself. She tried talking now, but words failed her. As if reading her mind, Emmy began talking. "Verrryyy good Zoriko! That noise did come from me. But your friend seems to have thought otherwise" With this, she began to cackle, a sound that sent chills down her spine. Zoriko spoke now, trying her best to sound composed. She was doing a great job, considering how shaken up she actually was.

    "Is finding your body really the only thing you are after?" Zoriko poised. Emmy paused for a bit, rolling her eyes; typical teenage behaviour, she must've been quite young when she passed. Emmy glared at them for a moment before pointing to Zoriko's bag.

    "What kind of robber has such pure intents? I will NEVER let you taint my best friend's best moment like that. That's what I want to say of course. I can't read your thoughts Zoriko, you're quite interesting. I can read your friend's thoughts clear as day, poor guy thought some kind of demon was out to get him, what do you kids call it? The boogey man? Hah" With this, she snickered, for a moment, only to regain her ghastly composure and continue speaking.

    "I'll play nice if your intentions are truly to preserve this ring, or entrust it to a friend as you so brazenly claim, Ms. Zoriko. And yes. I really want to find my corpse. You see, Tempest, it is the memories I am after, and without an object that ties us to the living world, we cannot travel too far from the place we gain our awareness. For me, I didn't realize I was dead until I got here, a ways away from my room, which if I am right, is the one next to a pool of sorts. I only know this, things like my name, and all that nonsense from busy chatter of other beings. I went down right after this boat started to go, so many people were still alive at the time of my death you see. "
    Zoriko's expression became puzzled, confused, until it struck her. That look of realization was enough for Emmy to smile, a gentle smile. Emmy talked quite a lot, and so she continued talking.

    "I see you've finally realized now, that this ring is the marriage of my older brother and my best friend. Their souls ascended almost immediately after death, they were the lucky ones. Love in life, and love in death, loved, all the way to the other side. What are you waiting for? Weren't you guys going that way? I'll wait for your doodles along the way, and I promise to be nice"

    Her constant pleading somewhat relaxed Zoriko, and even the pendant a bit. The barrier did not come down, but it was quite obvious that the threat was slowly minimizing. They made their way towards their destination, each step taken with caution. The silence in the air was most ominous, perhaps the only thing breaking it was a soft pitter patter of water in the distance. 

    Threat loomed in the air, but only time would tell, whose intentions were truly innocent?

  • Sure thing, do you have anything in mind? :D

  • Thank you for the friendship, what can I do for you?
  • ||You still going to jail for booping me, but I do thank you for the invite!||

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