Treven Tevalk TerranAge:
unknown, looks 26Race:
none as of yetGender:
Draconic powersPreferred Weapons:
Bow and arrows, twin short swords, throwing daggers, winged punch daggersSkills:
hunting, trapping, tracking, weapon smithing, armor smithing, armed and unarmed combat, many forms of erotic arts, including the use of rope and other implements.Written Appearance:
Elegant and ageless in appearance, with deep blue eyes and thick, hip-length hair that is pure gold, yet soft as silk. His toned flesh is tanned from time in the sun, and his massive golden wings are present in elven form, due to a witch's curse. He stands, in elven form, 6'6", and is built with lean muscle toned from centuries of hard work and rigorous activity. Normally wears only leather pants, remaining barefoot no matter the weather or ground condition, due to the fire in his veins. Never cold, he wears shirts only as a formality, normally he is shirtless. When coming to an unknown town, he dons a cloak to conceal his wings and passes through quickly, leaving many to wonder where his wealth comes from, since he is often fairly generous.
In hybrid form, the male takes the look of an anthropomorphic dragon, bipedal with even larger wings. the barest suggestion of horn buds rest over his brows, giving him a slightly noble appearance. His face is still mostly elven, but with the "whiskers" forming beneath his nostrils. To aid mobility and balance in this form, his long tail has formed, useful also as a weapon. Spines trail down his mostly scaled back, and he needs specially tailored pants in this form. He stands eight feet tall, and is a little bulkier in muscle, his upper torso a little more developed, giving him a rather interesting look, with his middle and hips narrower. His legs are backswept like they would be in his draconic form, his feet larger to allow him to stand comfortably. His arms are slightly longer than proportionate to allow him to walk on all fours if he desires.
In dragon form, he is sixty feet of muscle and sinew, with wings almost double his length in width. He has sharp ridges down his neck, and twin "whiskers" just behind his nostrils, giving him a sophisticated look. his face is fully mobile, capable of a great many expressions, though humor normally lurks in his impossibly blue eyes.Personality:
Humble and polite, the dragon is calm and collected at all times, able to lend a calming ear or a warm shoulder when needed. He is fiercely loyal to those he has claimed, and will go to great depths to protect them. He is generous, since his scales and hair, when cut or shed, can be melted down into ingots for money, he really has no need for wealth. He is a passionate lover, and loyal to the one that can hold his heart, but is polyamorous by nature. History:
Treven came from a clan that valued knowledge over wealth, given that he was a metallic breed of dragon. While he loved treasures like dragons did, he did not covet it like most of his brethren. Once he was deemed mature by his people, he struck out on his own to learn more about the world at large. he learned to hunt and trap to feed himself, finding Elves the most interesting and choosing to learn more about them. He learned he had a love for shaping metal, and learned to craft elegant weapons and armors from his very scales and other metals, putting his wealth to good use to keep his teachers well funded so he could learn.
One fateful night, the dragon was attacked by a coven of witches, and had to eliminate them. He ate the last one, tired of fooling around with the spellcasters and their pathetic attempts at attacking him. In her dying breath, the last of the witches cursed herself, cursing him to reveal his nature when in elven form, and thus his wings never reverted back when he became an elf, though they remained proportionate to his size. After that fight, he took to being a hermit in the forests, devoting his time researching a cure for the curse, and learning more about hunting, tracking and trapping, while mastering the few weapons he took an active interest, including a pair of elaborate winged punch daggers of his own design and make. While he may not have been a fighter, he would never be caught unprepared again.
Lately, the forest had begun to get active, in such a way that his cave was no longer a safe haven, and he struck off for the white kingdom, seeking refuge from those who deemed him an enemy, and sought to kill him. He hoped the White Queen would allow him to live in her realm, and made his way forth. It still remains to be seen how he will be received.