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 -
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.
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.
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.
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:
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:
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:
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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Even before a single droplet hit, his form already flickered into nothing, leaving an empty space where he once stood. There was only a low hum of static as the shadows seemed to coalesce nearby where he finally materialized, looking deeply disturbed as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “All that fighting many years back only for the Empyrean’s beasts to get to this… have a shred of dignity, will you?”
"Do they... do they sell that nowadays?"
“Your words are kind. We have existed in solitude, and it ensures us our peace after the war. Even through the wars, life has thrived under our natural law unbothered by the topsiders. It was the last wish of my mother to preserve this temple and its waters for those who have fought to thrive here.”
There was a quiet moment when the empress’ expression changed. When the outsider went to turn, she spoke. “I admit, Tempest of Nightwing, I know very little of the above world. Our borders were sealed during the end of my youth. Whatever destruction or peace you know has not touched these waters over the countless years since. I look forward to hearing the stories of you and your two-legged friend.”
As they split ways, the water’s current shifted at Yuna’s departure. With a small leap to suspend herself, the dragoness’ serpentine body did a sharp turn before picking up sand once she darted off toward the temple. There was something ephemeral about the fluid motions as she spiraled off toward the entrance once again.
. . .
The Nereid had left in a hurry following her guidance.
Spencer relished his first breath of air enough that the stinging of the gills disappearing wasn’t a bother. To his great relief, the Rider’s quarters took him up a hallway housing a pocket of fresh air once meant for the queen’s partner himself. The den was a considerable size with moss-like plants texturing the walls, some flora giving a strange dim blue glow. There was a bed, a bookshelf, and a table among other decorations. He felt the full weight of his body again once he stepped out of the water. Although humid, his hair and clothes had a chance of drying some for the night.
Without thinking, the mage let himself fall back onto the bed to gather his breaths and his bearings. They had made it. Within the next hour, no matter how many questions, the ghost drifted off to sleep without trouble.
. . .
As the clicks of the water drake drew closer, the extra-terrestrial beast made no movements. His form rested below the base of the tunnel which emptied out into the Water Nation’s temple, just past the village. A back route had been taken, sparing the civilians of their startle from the looming creature in their entrance. Now Irrlith looked like no more than a strange rock formation among the ledges if it wasn’t the unique carvings that made up the beast’s plates. The heat of the magma that flowed below had been sought out by the brute; power came in many forms for the space beast. Where there was no sun nor oxygen, he could adapt.
The taps went unnoticed at first. The vibrations of the water drake’s speaking eventually caused the lumbering beast’s closest set of eyes to open and study the smaller. A pocket of air escaped from somewhere in the beast’s plates and trickled upward. When Tempest spoke of the news, Irrlith’s eyes opened to their fullest and the beast’s head rose slowly. He let out a low rumble from the depths of his chest and shut his eyes.
Look now.
Much like the premonitions the space beast gave at the surface, Tempest’s vision was taken over suddenly. The temple (as they saw it in the distance) appeared in Irrlith’s murky line of vision. There were few details other than inklings of where the hallways and corridors were at that distance. It was a wonder he could navigate the caves at all if it weren’t for his other senses. What they could see was another story.
Glowing forms were moving, some faint, others stronger. Spencer’s own whitish haze of an aura could be seen in a space near the temple’s other wing. Yuna’s own was a brilliant blue that lingered near the back of the temple. Amatheia’s aura was moving steadily towards the front entrance, having done her duty of escorting Spencer. It was an energy map. Among it, other specks of lighter blues and other shades lingered in the halls sparsely. Assistants, mermaids, and perhaps even drakes passed through on occasion. Just as Yuna promised, the temple was quiet for the duration of their resting period.
Irrlith’s sonar on lifeforce moved in suddenly to a new presence. Following Amatheia’s glow, another was met at the gateway. The glow of the stranger’s aura was a brilliant blue for a matter of seconds- then it faded. The grayish presence that was left behind made its way into the temple. A low growl was emitted from the brute’s parted teeth but quieted after a moment. They would all take their moment of rest following the long voyage. Meanwhile, the temple had a late night visitor.
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.
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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.”
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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