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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 dragonkin.

Personality:

For the most part, he's a jovial type of being, lazy, and an idiot at times, rarely takes anything seriously. 

Abilities:

 

- Aquamancy -

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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 -

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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.

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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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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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Alternative Muses:

Answerer:

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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.

Trua:

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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.

 

Mel:

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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.

Birthday:

July 7


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  • “Large, lethal… the age when the dragons left, by the end of the century a lot of creatures had grown out of proportion. They should never have… that is a mystery we’ll never know.” Spencer commented. He watched as the other took hold of his kill, dropping down and following alongside as they walked back toward their resting point. Once they had reached it, the man’s messenger bag was dropped and a bundle of tools was unrolled. Once he had chosen a knife to begin, he made work of carving into the boar.

    Without too much speaking, Spencer went to work with it. A momentary pause to look over the boar’s form was taken now and then as he carved out a few selections of its shoulder. A sense of ease enveloped the man; it wasn’t the first hunt he had partaken in, within those woods, only the first in a long while. “Cooked it is,” Spencer chimed as he made himself busy in front of the fire, adding another stone and a second portion of larger cuts, altogether. He paused to cast a glance over toward the drake as he settled himself. The meat went undisturbed for some time as he let it cook, a turn given every now and then by the tip of a knife.

    “A mate, now?” Spencer quirked a brow. With the makeshift grill left alone for the time being, he sat back with open legs in front of him, elbows atop his knees. His head tilted. Before he would question there was a story to be told. Mercury hues were soon enough staring. Only the sharp popping of the meat needing to be turned would shake him from it. “A transmutation of sort..? I have heard of shapeshifting. Never of that caliber.” Letting his bewildered words trail off, he stuck the blade tip into a piece of meat and turned it. “That is a magic I have never heard of. A risky one perhaps one could assume?” Spencer’s voice softened.

    Left with a question similar in subject, the man’s eyes studied the fire momentarily. His lips pursed; they parted once before they fell closed and he thought for a bit longer. “I do not. Not to say that I have not before, but,” Another pause as he chose his words. “I have lived for quite some time. I am older than my stories… that comes with its own conflicts.” His fingertip tapped the knife in his hand before he lowered it, giving Tempest his full attention. “There was someone. There could have been, in the least… some friendships are not worth complicating and that was where it remains. Otherwise… no. I’ve found myself quite busy without it. I would predict there are few people in this world that could understand what I am. Where I have been.”

    Spencer exhaled. Picking up the knife again, he plucked one of the larger pieces up with it and set it on yet another stone to cool for the other. A second smaller piece was stabbed through, held on the end of the knife as he waited for his own.

    “Tempest… earlier,” Spencer spoke quietly after some time. The sun had vanished a bit further into the horizon, signaling dark could come eventually. He prodded for another piece of meat on the fire that was his third. “You said that she was… may I ask what happened?” He questioned, taking care with his words. The meat on the end of his knife was allowed to cool as he studied the drake.

    . . .

     

    Lenn’s eyes deceived him once more, he was certain. A human vessel in Nightwing waters, one from a century he knew only as a memory, now… Pillars of smoke that had never touched the sky there unless by the hands of the dragons themselves. Lenn’s footsteps had turned around with reluctance, approaching the coastline once more that was at the distance, grass leaving for rocky coast under his boots. He could have sent the bird too early. Maybe not. Unblinking, tired hues were set upon the silhouette above the water’s surface, contemplative.

    Just what was real, here? Now, this time? Was he truly standing there? Were the waters there? His delusions never took him to the waters… Had he not left his chair at the man’s home, in the West? Subconscious, yet there were few things in reality that went unquestioned in Lenn’s mind. He did a check, gravel shifted as he moved one foot to check for it. The air was felt from where he stood so near to the coast. Replaying the events, he gathered his bearings. He exhaled a breath and moved forward. Steps were taken up until he reached the cliff edge that blocked the beach below… and he took a step off.

    Lenn landed amongst the sand below with a muffled thud, knees bent. Standing straight, brushing white sand from the black coat that adorned most of his form, he continued on walking. Undeterred by the notion of hiding from the vessel, he stood as an obscure figure on the shore just as the ship lingered obscurely in the water.

  • A coy grin was flashed to the comment of the bird’s presence. “Call it a gift, a friend… her name is Cloudfeather.” Spencer informed.  A glance went to Tempest before he started to unravel the message from the hawk’s legs, freeing it. As he read over the message, the hawk’s eyes went from its prize for delivery to the massive beast its handler was perched upon. After the message had been read, it was shoved into one of Spencer’s pockets. A frown was worn. “They couldn’t possibly know what they are getting into… better they never find out, even if that means intervening.” Did a handful or two of human lives matter to him? Lives would come, and lives would pass in his time… did that make their time more valuable than his? Such questions went unanswered and he nodded to Tempest at the sentiment of getting moving. The avian was dismissed as they headed off.

    . . .

    Enter, the Earth Nation. As they started their walk through the harsh terrain, he kept an eye on the larger from time to time. Could he fair in such places? Every dragon seemingly had their strong suits… what of their shortcomings?  He saw no struggle from the water drake, surprisingly, and so he spoke little. They were to be paused only by the ex-Rider’s own shortcomings; the growl of a stomach to which a sheepish smile was worn. “Undoubtedly… there are few parts of Nightwing that are truly dormant.” Spencer added as they walked. The boulder up ahead was noted as they drew closer, the sound of running water piquing his attention eventually causing him to look beyond it. Spencer cracked a smile as the other dipped his head down into the water…

    Shame on him- he was given a reminder on paying attention when the drake suddenly bolted. Spencer flinched and grabbed a hold, eyes darting forward to the sight of what they were charging. He was given a brief second snap of the beast before it was above the duo. The sound had split the otherwise vacant air, the boar’s form sent flying soon. “Make it quick!” Spencer exclaimed from Tempest’s back once the boar had been grounded. He held on for what would be the end of the creature’s days, and the prolonging of their own.

    When all was said and done, the moment Tempest had found himself still, he might feel the man hoist himself off. Spencer’s boots hit the ground roughly, approaching the kill carefully thereafter. “Good ear,” He mused with a grin on his face. His cloak was pulled back, rifling with his belt to see what he had on his person. “We should find a place to settle, should anything else catch wind… near the waterfall might be as good of a place as we can find,” He proposed. One final check over the boar for signs of life was taken afterward.

    . . .

    Upon the coast, the shadow of a trench coat the man wore was pulled closer to combat the wind that came off the waters… he was not one to come so far. The mountain’s spine was rarely crossed if not on the back of a dragon, which he found himself deprived. It had been many, many years now. It mattered none.

    He stood there now, hands drawn into his coat pockets. The men on their way to the coast had been monitored, noted, and passed with ease. If what Spencer and that mysterious drake had told him was true..? He expected casualties. Lenn bothered none to the thought, amidst the turmoil that already dwelled on his mind. The water was stared at for some time without any conclusion. Not a sign, nor a ripple- whether he was too early or too late to see the spectacle of a vessel breaking the surface, he would never know.

    In time his shoulders turned away, stepping off the cliff base to head back toward the treeline just as soon as he could find a shadow to pass through. One final glance back was cast to the surface… Lenn paused. A stare was cast skyward to the sight of smoke that had risen. Tired eyes followed it all the way down to the horizon, where he knew it originated from the shore.

    . . .

    Once settled in wherever the two would rest, Spencer sought out whatever would burn in the rocky terrain. After gathering kindling to start a fire, resorting to more magical practices to keep it alive, his sleeves had been pulled up high in order to handle the boar. Cutting off pieces to be set over the fire, sword and bag alike were set down beside him.

    “Do you have a preference? Raw or cooked?” Spencer questioned curiously, casting a glance toward Tempest as he set the first piece down on a flat stone that was ready. A hissing was heard as the slab of meat touched it. He knew many beasts of a larger size that practically inhaled their meals. Others that simply tore into it for what it was. His head tilted as he waited, mercury hues reflective as they looked past the fire.

  • ;; If you have plot ideas in mind, then we can possibly give it a shot. And thanks btw

  • Ty Lee thought about it for a few minutes before saying, "Okay."

  • Ty Lee was amazed.

    "Wow." was all she could say.

  • "If it's not Avatar Aang, who is it?" Ty Lee asked.

  • "Zuko was the Prince of the Fire Nation but is now the Fire Lord, his sister Azula is the Princess." Ty Lee replied.

  • "I agree." Ty Lee said with a small smile on her face. "People call me a 'Circus Freak', like Zuko and Azula once (I'm making up Azula calling Ty Lee a "Circus Freak") And when Zuko did at Ember Island on the beach, I told them what I told you and that 'circus freak' is a compliment, which it is. But ever since then, I do not hear anyone call me a circus freak anymore."

  • "Oh, it's okay. Besides, the reason why I joined the circus was because I grew up with 6 sisters who all look exactly like me. It was like I didn't have my own name. So I was scared of spending the rest of my life as part of a matched set, which is why I joined the circus. It is a good thing I am different from the rest of my sisters now." Ty Lee said.

  • The silence was an accepted thing on Spencer’s part, walking along while conversing with his own headspace while the other likely did the same. With plenty to dwell upon, it as a comfortable silence as he thought of what was going on along the coastline. What it had possibly brought forth… what it would have in store for them in the future. When the question was asked, Spencer answered. He awaited an answer after, a slight tilt of his head cast toward the drake.

    “If humans are talented in anything, it may as well be their cooking.” Spencer hummed in agreement. His own selections from his traveling came to mind. A nod came to sushi in particular as Tempest brought it up, listening from there on afterward. Sharks, rays, sea lions? He had never, of course he hadn’t. Still the thought intrigued him just as much as the diets of the earthbound dragons had. “The deeper wooded parts of Nightwing holds wild boars that could perhaps give you a run for your money… I have watched them grow since the dragons departed; their tusks are the length of my arm in some occasions.” Spencer shared, as he marveled at the thought. The territory was never silent even when the largest of its beasts were now silenced.

    With one more glance up to the sky, Spencer examined it for a moment and then shook the notion off. And so their steps took them deeper into the Earth Nation, where the trees were growing more and more sparse with each mile.

    . . .

    The ground beneath his feet hardened to near stone as they paced forward. Once more no complaint came from the man as they trekked on for most of the day, damning them both for not having a set of wings handy. Nonetheless, as the region shifted into something far more mountainous, their walk would inevitably turn into a climb as they moved along forward. Overhead the sun beat down now without the trees to shelter, the cool fall air coming as wind the higher they climbed.

    Spencer kept up with ease as the drake got a handle on how to scale the jagged mountains’ terrain, trailing behind a fraction as the other. His own heart stopped for a brief moment when Tempest’s grip faltered, holding his breath in order to see whether he should take action… luckily he would not tumble to their starting point. When offered up a seat, Spencer showed no objection to settling on the other’s back once more as he scaled. The worst of the preliminary inclines were behind them for the time being.

    “There. Between those two peaks…” Spencer pointed on ahead to a set of twin mountains that were identifiable in their horizon. “We’ll stop short of it. It might be another half day travel at most, provided we don’t find it beforehand…” He stated. The what if of not finding their hidden ally’s den was not an option on his mind.

    His eyes then suddenly cast upward once again to the sound of a screech… The beating of wings up ahead caused a startled, yet confused look of surprise on his face. He then grinned. “Hold up- we have a visitor.“ he directed Tempest, standing up rather haphazardly on the drake’s back as he let out a loud whistle that changed in frequency.

    The screech was heard again.

    “Hold absolutely still…” Spencer’s arm then rose.

    From the heavens, it seemed, or in the least the sky above, a hawk’s widespread wings came into view as it circled. Its feathers were white in color, dappled with different reds and browns like freckles amongst the white plumage.  Narrowing in on its handler with familiarity, one more circle was made before descending. The avian’s wingspan was spread broadly as it touched down upon its target: the man’s arm where the cloak he wore was wrapped in order to protect it. Talons gripped his forearm firmly as he felt the bird’s weight on it. Slowly but surely he settled back into a seated position, inspecting a parcel tied to the hawk’s leg.

    “You flew all the way from home, didn’t you..? Now who sent you?” Spencer murmured. Loosening a piece of folded paper from the hawk’s leg, he offered it up a piece of food from his bag before shifting the bird slowly to step onto his shoulder. While it ate its prize, he unfolded the paper and read it.

    The other would be left in suspense for the next half minute or so as he read it once or twice over. A frown grew present.

    “…It's from Lenn. He was correct, it seems we are not alone. Men were spotted moving toward the coastline.” He lowered the letter. “We would be wise to beat them to it before they find out on their own… we need to find our hidden comrade fast.” He looked toward the direction he had earlier. The bird was then raised from his shoulder, back onto his arm as he gave it one short whistle before wingbeats were heard and the hawk took off into the air.

    . . .

    As promised, the evening turned into the afternoon as they trekked through their surroundings. The Earth Nation was once familiar, yet aged with time since he had last walked through its terrain. Spencer’s eyes would sweep back and forth regardless, looking for signs of where a sleeping beast may be. “He lay at rest on the outskirts… we would be wasting time to look in the caverns directly, he was not a true member of the Nation; he arrived prior to the last war and slumbered during its end. Look for something that looks… homemade. A hole in the side of a mountain- a hidden cavern-“

    As if on a terrible queue, the man’s stomach let out a growl that was audible. Spencer blinked, a couple times even. He looked down, and then forward to the other. “Perhaps we are in order for a break… I hear running water if I am not mistaken… the valley below us might hold a tribute to the river.” He suggested.

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