Rhækard
Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2024 3:37 am
"It's not about the size of your wings, but the strength of your spirit."
Full Name: Eltharion Val’Malikyth Rhækard
Race:
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 180lbs
Birthdate: 9th of Searing, Year 101, Age of Steel
Birthplace: Solunarium
Profession: Golden Legion{Aspiring Praeventores}
Titles
Factions
Enemies
Partners None
Sexuality: Bisexual Polyamorous
Languages
Fluent: Vallenor, Vastian
Conversational: Common
Race:
- Dryadalis Aureum{Re’hyaen Sunborn}
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 180lbs
Birthdate: 9th of Searing, Year 101, Age of Steel
Birthplace: Solunarium
Profession: Golden Legion{Aspiring Praeventores}
Titles
- Child of Drakes
Factions
- Luxium Crown
Enemies
- Enemies of the Crown
Partners None
Sexuality: Bisexual Polyamorous
Languages
Fluent: Vallenor, Vastian
Conversational: Common
Personality:
I'm An Open Book
- Things I Like:
The Divine Twins| Magic| Training| His faith| Adventuring| Perfecting his talents| Wyverns & Dragons| The sun & moon| Orange/Purple and its many shades and hues| Legendary figures| Dancing - What Pisses Me Off:
Foriegners| Filthy Orks| Enemies of the state| Recklessness| Those who do not act - My Virtues:
Loyal| Intuitive| Charismatic| Determined - My Detriments:
Prideful| Calous| Zaelous
Rhækard is a level-headed man who personifies the words "Loyal and Steadfast". He has a strong love for the realm of Solunarium and devout loyalty to the founding twins. His faith is a guiding force for most of his actions and goes above and beyond for his country. Given his traumatic past, his pride is secondary only to his faith, as he does whatever he can to prove himself better than the stain on his family name. He lives his life as most of his station do, with an air of aristocracy befitting a family who has served in the military for several generations.
Showing no mercy to his foes and believing that every instance is predestined, he ultimately wants to achieve a level of redemption to remove the stain his mother has left on his father's lineage (even if it means that his own fate is to go up in flames as well). He is also rather a smooth talker, charismatic yet brutally honest never holding back what's on his mind and speaking what he believes to be true in all situations. He is highly observant and can read people and situations rather well, an intuition that normally works in his favor.
When with those he considered close, or friends even, Rhækard is a passionate force to reckon with. He is known to go above and beyond for them, but wont spare their feelings when he feels they have done wrong. He is a very upfront individual in most cases, and caries himself with a humbling air despite his station.
Appearance:
Do I Turn You On?
- Rhækard has been blessed with an athletic body thanks to his parent's genetics, his father's sunborn qualities dominating most of his genetics. Rhækard has a rather impressive figure as he has enough muscle as most warriors of Solunarium and is said to embody a mixture of masculinity and sensuality given mortal form.
He has smooth sun kissed skin inherited from his sunborn blood coursing through him. His long honey blonde hair cascades down to the small of his back, having a peerless shine to it and great manageability allowing him to put it into his signature hairstyles, as it compliments his facial structure. He has a smooth straight nose that fits into his symmetrical face topped off with a strong jawline. He has full, even eyebrows that sit above eyes that hold a bright amber like orange hue to them and his irises are a jewel tone of amethyst that steals the breath of those look at him. He has made it an effort to keep his body in excellent condition and an aesthetically pleasing body.
Rune Magics
Rune of Mesmer - Novice
- The Rune of Mesmer rests on the nape of his neck. It glows an ethereal and vibrant hue of orange.
Rune of Summoning - Apprentice
- The Rune of Mesmer rests on the top of his back. It glows a dark and eerie hue of orange.
History:Forged In Dragon Fire- ۞ Let's start at the beginning. Rhækard was born to two loving parents, or at least he thought. What he didn't know was that the families of his father and mother hated each other with a passion of countless suns. It was only through careful political negotiations and schemes that an accord was reached, and a marriage arranged.
Both of his parents came from well-known and reputable families, both holding influence in their respective courts of expertise. His father's house, the House of Eltharion, were known within the Luxium to be avid wyvern riders and warriors of the golden legions. A warrior bloodline that can trace its origins back to dragon knights of legends. They served as members of the Golden Legion aligned with Astræon-Sol'Aværys in most recent generations as well as holding a seat in the senatum. They came to be called the house of Golden Wyverns.
His mother's house, the House of Morathi, were descendants of merchant kings and queens of old. Wealthy and influential this house also held sway within the senatum as well as being keen and shrewd businessmen and women. They were known to corner the markets of fine jewels and furs as well as serve as antiquarians of the rich and wealthy. They prided themselves on their business and political skills as warriors in the courts of mortal men. They were known as the Slumbering Vipers.
The source of their feud came from an ancestor of the Eltharion house being slandered, an accusation that they were aligned with gods other than the divine twins{primarily Skar the Dragon God of War}, by an ancestor of the Morathi house, and the two houses often came to blows over the generations. One slight answered by a well planned scheme, insults thrown, and embarrassment on both sides. For years these petty slights, defamation, embarrassment, and actions only fueled their hatred for each other up until recently. The eldest son of the Morathi family had plotted to poison the wyvern that was pet to Rhækard's father for derailing a deal that the Morathi son had been working years to complete. His plan however was brought to light, and he was arrested and found guilty.
He was sentenced to death, and Rhækard's mother never forgave his father for it. She was not alone in her hatred as some members of her family went up in arms against them but were dissuaded from the aggression. There was never a moment where the Morathi antagonized the Eltharion and you could only poke the wyvern so much before they snapped back. Both families had almost taken to arms in the streets before being dissuaded by the silver sentinels. It was determined that both heads of the houses came to a mutual agreement. Both leaders of these respectable houses spent the next seven days hashing out a truce, both making concessions for the other.
By the seventh day, an accord was struck between them, an accord that would be sealed with the melding of both families through marriage. The eldest son of Eltharion would marry the eldest daughter of the Morathi, ending generations worth of hatred and feuding between them. A key component of this accord was that they must bare a child. Within the first year of their marriage, they gave birth to Rhækard.
His birth brought peace that neither family thought would be possible for the first time, and both his mother and father seemed to be overjoyed to have him. This however would spark a new conflict within their marriage with Rhækard as the catalyst. Both parents saw their son as a means to prove whose side was superior to the other, the golden warriors or the shrewd politicians.
From the time he could walk, Rhækard was under his father's tutelage, subjected to a deadly blend of physical training that would be the focus of Rhækard's early childhood from ages 5-9. For four years his father put him through his paces, reaching the boy's limits, breaking them then building them up again and surpassing them. During this time Rhækard learned how to fight, using his surroundings to aid him in battle, how to read the flow of combat, and most importantly how to take a hit.
He was taught the family tradition of wyvern riding, having a fondness for the creatures and an avid fascination for them and all their counterparts. He showed great promise as a wyvern rider at a very young age, having bonded with his very own over the course of four years. Many among his family believed him to be a prodigy in the art of wyvern riding due to his aptitude with the creatures. His father spent a great deal of time and resources to groom and educate his son in the ways of a warrior and devout member of his pedigree.
He would find a reprieve from the brutal training as the next phase of Rhækard's young life began, and lucky for him it was far less harsh. From ages, 10 to 14 Rhækard's mother took over as she taught him the way of the world in ways only a merchant's daughter and politician knew how. In another four years, he learned the importance of reading people and their body language, as if it was a book in front of him. He was taught that everything and everyone has a price, some too much for others to pay. He learned the do's and don'ts of aristocracy, how to act within his caste, and knowing his place and the place of others.
She taught him the importance of good negotiation skills and never settling for less than what you deserve. Another skill she imparted on him was that sometimes being a strong arm in a negotiation was far more persuasive than words could ever be. He would shadow her as she made deals, and acquired new spices. He saw her to be as cunning and shrewd as a businesswoman.
As a young man, Rhækard was shaping up to be everything his parents wanted him to be, the best blend of both his parents. The pride of both his parents, he exemplified everything both of them wanted him to be, but he wasn't quite there just yet. To make Rhækard complete, he had to choose a magic, a craft from those both the Eltharion and the Morathi specialized in. The Eltharions presented to him the runes of Summoning, Reaving, and Elementalism. The Morathi presented him the runes of Mesmer, Masquerade, and Semblance.
He spent the next four years learning to wield aether, being educated in the arcane and form an understanding of how magic worked and its place in Solunarium. It was during this time he came to understand his role within his family as the bridge between the two. He would go on to pick one magic from both sides expertise in arcane craft. From his father's side he chose Summoning and from his mother's side he chose Mesmer. Both parents where thrilled in his choices and both oversaw his initiation into the crafts by the end of his 19th year.
His final test was to spend a year within the harsh environs of the Atraxian desert. If he survived his time out there he would be welcomed into the family with open arms. He he didn't, well his parents would have wasted their time and conflict between the two would surely erupt. This was by far the most grueling and challenging time of his life. That year truly forged him into young man he would become. He learned the harsh reality of the desert, and that in its infinite beauty there was also death and peril. He couldn't count the many times his life was almost snuffed out, however, given his training and persistence he overcame the many trials.
On the morning of his 21st birthday he returned home, having passed his father's rite of passage and welcomed with open and warm hearts. He spent his 21st year resting, getting reacquainted with the current events of the realm, learning of the rumors of the current crown and knew that he had to make a difference, in order to ensure that he did his part to ensure the Luxium Crown remained strong. He immediately enlisted, much to his father's satisfaction and his mother's concern.
His dream, to be a beacon for his people, as well as playing his part, even if it means sacrificing himself for the realm. ۞
