Valthemir, Disgraced Kion

Name: Valthemir
Pronunciation: Vall-theh-meer
Gender: Male
Type: Drake
Species:
Age: 43
Date of Birth: April 12th
Personality: Valthemir is generally a reserved dragon, mostly speaking when he needs to and getting straight to the point instead of sugarcoating it like some others. His way of speech leaves him to be very undesirable in the eyes of the public, however that is different in the military or general mercenary community. Valthemir typically avoids large crowds, preferring a loner lifestyle, only really interacting with others when they've put up a bounty or when they've engaged him in combat. The way he sees himself, is just as is, simply getting by on what he has with the work he does for others, and while he takes very little gratitude for the gold spent on him and the few praises here and there, he still feels that he has to do something to protect those he feels cannot protect themselves. Under all this edge and dagger, lies a small longing for death; something to excite him for the next contract ahead, something to finally get his blood pumping, and of course he'd never consider ending his own life, because that would be dishonorable to his nature. He'd much rather die in the heat of battle, clashing swords and trading blows with an opponent who matches, if not out performs him in the graceful dance of swordplay.
Hobbies: Valthemir doesn't have any normal hobbies of any kind. He's made it a point to always keep himself busy, whether that be for the next contract, or with maintaining his weapons and honing his skills as a warrior.
Likes: Valthemir enjoys the thrill of combat; a little too much some may say. He also enjoys the scenic benefits of being a drake, not being able to fly to destinations and having to hike the entire way, giving him time to think and plan ahead. And along with that, simply being able to improve his craft is more than enough to satisfy him.
Dislikes: Valthemir has a few things that he absolutely abhors; those being when one beats around the bush, ones always pestering him about jobs that local guards could very easily handle, and especially those who do not pay in full for a completed job. Those ones typically aren't found long after...
Fears: Despite his wishes to perish by the claws of another, he fears what lies beyond the mortal hell of Nuira. He longs for peace and serenity, but with the things he's done, he'd be content with a fiery upbringing or even complete oblivion; but the trip to get their after death is what terrifies him the most. Another smaller, but all the more curious would be his adversity to connection with others. He's made it in his mind that he cannot truly call one friend nor family, only temporary ally or permanent enemy, for he could not fathom knowing that someone whom he held dear to him has perished when he could have stopped them, and so if anyone were to try and connect with him, he'd shove them away out of spite for his own selfish beliefs.

Along with these, he also tends to fear mages, or any who are affluent with magic, seeing as those would likely be his greatest downfall due to him not being magically inclined.
Quote: "Every dragons wants to believe that they themselves are not a beast; but take away the things they clutch dear... And they'll show you who they can really be."




Place of Origin: Within the Kaamilian Walls.
Tribe: They are a rogue with affiliation to the Kaamil.
Position: Former Kion.
Language: Kaamilian, universal, and the basics of every other tribes language.
Home: They live town to town, nomadic in nature, never staying in one place for too long.
Parents: Lower class dragons in the Kaamilian outer cities.
Siblings: N/A
Relatives: N/A
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
History: Valthemir was hatched and raised within the care of the Kaamil, he was raised by his parents until he reached the age where he could enlist in the military, and his parents were less than pleased with his choice to enlist; entirely disowning him and removing him from their life as soon as he left for basic training. He came home to find that his key hadn't worked in their door, and only the disappointed faces of his mother would greet him before telling him he was on his own.

After that, he developed a habit of bottling his emotions, and eventually after dwelling so much on his previous experience, it finally snapped and during one training session, he nearly killed is partner in a fit of rage and despair, only being stopped by the instructor pulling him off and having him held down with magical restraints. Well, that caught the notice of some individuals who could use that kind of fighting spirit and strength to mold into a horrifyingly lethal vector.

From there on, he was taken under the wings of the Kions where he would train day and night, blizzard or no. Since he had nothing more to look forward to; no school, no potentially lucrative job offers, nothing, he'd focus on nothing but his training, almost letting it consume his entire life, until he finally reached his goal of becoming an official Kion and from then on devoted himself to protecting the city.

However as the years went by, he slowly began to cherish his city less and less, despite all of his effort to strive to protect and serve. Eventually, he'd come to abandon his service, taking on freelance work as a mercenary or bounty hunter with the occasional beast control around Nuira. This broke the trust and respect of much of his former comrades as he is now looked upon less favorably. And though he does not serve his city, he still proudly wears his Kion insignia on his newly made cloak to show he has not forgetten his upbringing and those who made him who he is today.



Height: 16 feet
Length: 36 feet
Wingspan: N/A
Scale/Fur/Feathers: Blueish grey scales.
Eyes: Magenta
Accessories: He wears a cloak made from crow feather's along with a heavily scratched Kion insignia attached to the base of his hood on the left side for anyone to see, and under that, he wears a light leather garb sort of like a straight jacket dyed brown, and under THAT he gets himself wrapped in linen from the neck down to prevent his own blood from leaking off his body. He also carries around a small coffin-like box that contains all of his weaponry. This weaponry consists of: a longsword that turns into a greatsword, a curved sword that turns into a scythe, a club that turns to a big club whip, a short sword that splits in two,   and a spear with two serrated edges that can food inwards to use as a saw, or outwards as a spear. Each of these weapons' hilts and handled can be swapped out for a special attachment that goes onto Valthemir's tail, allowing him to use it as such.
Horns/Spikes: Valthemir's horns are simple straight horns on the back of his head.
Overall Appearance: Valthemir is between skinny and stocky, taking on traits from both areas such as a slim and maneuverable body and muscular tone that'd allow him to grapple with others. He has an angular head like that of most dragons, and larger than average eyes. He also has feathers that sprout from the back of his legs, and along his spine and around the back of his head, though most of these are obviously hidden with his clothing.




Abilities: Valthemir's body has been enhanced to be able to track smells from five miles away, and even has the ability to visualize these scents for easier following. Along with this, he also has a natural ability to poison his enemies with both his teeth and claws. The poison causes dizziness in the opponent after 2 posts, and eventually after about 4 posts of being poisoned, they will begin to lose precise motor functions and not be able to attack or defend as easily anymore, however they will never be completely incapacitated, only debilitated until death, or the poison wears off after about 6 post from being poisoned.
Strengths: Being trained as a Kion, he was taught in the arts of close quarters combat, giving him an expertise in how to handle a situation involving such, able to spot weaknesses in even the toughest of armor. With his work as a mercenary, he's had plenty of interceptions with both travelers and peddlers alike, and with this came experience in the ways of bartering; he isn't exactly the master of the tongue, however he knows his way around a pricetag.
Weaknesses: He doesn't have much training against those who are at range with crossbows and the like considering his Kion training, and against mages in particular he has nothing that could combat them without a mage of his own.
Fighting Style: Valthemir doesn't have a particular style of combat, but moreso a plethora of different techniques based on whatever weapons he is using at the current time. Since he's only one dragon, he obviously can't carry and fight with every weapon he has, so he picks two, and then leaves the rest where he is currently residing at the time.
Magic:

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