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- Draconian Bonds - Gerrick & Orhmur:
- KNIGHT
Name: Sir Gerrick Hitzig
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
At 6'2 and built for war, Gerrick is an imposing figure of a man. In his armor he becomes downright frightening. The red knight wouldn't quite be considered hulking, but he is large and muscled from the brutal training of his order. They're bred for war, same as their dragons, and it shows in their callused hands and stony solid bodies. There are bigger knights in Fafneria for sure, and stronger too, but Gerrick rates pretty well.
Armor
Has many nicks and scars, and even a healed burn wound on his thighs. His nose is slightly crooked, as though having been broken. Though he has a handsome face, it's obvious that he's been through a battering.
Knight Order: Red
Personality: Brash and loud, headstrong, stubborn, macho... Gerrick fits in well with his red knight buddies. He enjoys fighting and bloodshed, never backing down from a fight even when it's totally unnecessary. If something doesn't really have much of a direct purpose, he has trouble wrapping his mind around it. This isn't due to a lack of intelligence(probably), but rather due to a lack of patience. He wants the things he wants and he wants to have them now.
History: Gerrick Hitzig was born to the prestigious family of Hitzig's, which has resided in the land of Fafneria for many generations now. Story's say that they were among some of the first dragonknights, back when you had a much higher chance of being eaten than accepted in a bond. Gerrick, though, had the luxury of modern advances in dragon taming society. After being squired to a respected Red Dragonknight for two years, largely due to his father's substantial clout and intense pressuring, Gerrick was declared ready for bonding and sent off to the royal breeding grounds.
Again, due to his family name and expectations, he was not even given the opportunity to look at any dragons that weren't red. This wasn't something that really annoyed him, since he preferred to uphold the tradition anyway, but it was a little awkward. It took him three days of meeting every newborn dragon before it happened.
Orhmur was alone in her clutch. Dragons in general have little familial ties, but red's take it to another level. They've been known to eat their brothers and sisters at birth. Well, rather than this having happened, Orhmur was instead an outcast from her clutch. Gerrick found her off to the side of the caves, devouring rats and snakes, and the bond washed over him like a burning village. There was no turning back from that point. He carried Orhmur out(no easy feat, red hatchlings are like porcupines) and was knighted as a Dragonknight of the Red Order.
His dragon, meanwhile, grew up from a lanky mongrel into one of the largest red's in the entire kingdom... and also one of the most bloodthirsty. The two of them have been inseparable ever since, aside from the month after Gerrick forgot to wear his fire-resistant saddle-padding... but that's a story for another time. In the following years, he gained himself a name as a warrior from a proud family.
Though he, like most Red's, thirsts for a war to prove his ferocity in... he is kept occupied with some of the most dangerous of escort and guarding missions. Strangely, it seems like he's always being sent out to the edge of the kingdom... far away from important flammable things.
DRAGON
Name: Orhmur
Age: 12
Color: Red
Appearance: Orhmur is gigantic by most measurements. She stands as tall as a castle wall and more thick than a gatehouse, and likely a great deal more durable than both. Her scales are very pointy and sharp, but they dull to the comparison to her fagged array of fanged teeth. She is easily 60 feet long, from snout to tail. Her tail, by the way, contains black thorny spikes perfect for impaling things. Every single part of her seems designed to do harm.
*touches self, sizzles*
Hotttt~
Abilities: Extremely hot fire breath, hard volcanic scales that radiate heat.
Personality: Foul-tempered, blunt, direct, arrogant, easily enraged... Orhmur does not have an ounce of subtlety in her gigantic red body. She is the sort of dragon that makes you remember exactly how terrifying it would be to have a bunch of these things running around all willy-nilly. She would be right at home roasting a city to the ground and chomping on everything that breathed, were it not for her bond with a human. Even this can only barely keep her rage and primal instincts in check.
History: When Orhmur was born, her egg rolled off of the nest and into a dark recess. Perhaps it didn't roll there but instead was pushed out, that is the theory she believes. Either way, this instilled in her a deeply feral instinct that the Dragon Tamers were quite wary of. On the day that Gerrick, her human, walked into those dreary tunnels and bonded with her... the Tamer's were just beginning to contemplate putting an end to the wild Orhmur before she got big enough to burn the whole kingdom down.
Having been unwittingly saved from that fate, Orhmur grew up quickly and viciously alongside her master. She grew to love him, in a sense, which is as much as any red Dragonknight can ever hope for. There was no human in the entire world that could command her as Gerrick did, and his presence is all that has kept her tame over the years.