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That One Fear In My Enemy's Eyes
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Human Form
Dragon Form
Sil'Eph Niir's Roar
Description: Sil'eph Niir's human form is that of a beautiful ruby haired girl who appears to be in her early twenties. She has a tall, lean, athletic frame with curves in all the right places. She has a full chest, an hourglass figure, and shapely hips with a taught round bottom befitting her athleticism. Her skin is silky and smooth with not a scratch or scar to be seen anywhere. And despite her athleticism and strength her body appears soft at a glance. Her lips are bow shaped and with violet eyes offsetting her crimson hair, she is a true beauty in every sense of the word.
Her musculature is smooth as opposed to being tightly cut, giving her an almost frail appearance initially until one sees her move and fight. Her hair falls down to her knees in a thick ponytail with locks falling gently in front of her face with a part down the right side. Her clothing consists of a single black tunic and a pair of black pants that are loose to her frame with the single exception of a bit of elastic near her ankles. She keeps the pants folded gently inside a pair of dark brown boots that stop about one inch below her kneecap giving her total freedom of movement while protecting her shins and calves from the elements.
In Dragon form, she is a sight to behold on a scale even her beautiful human form cannot match. Her serpentine body is incredibly long and powerful like that of a constricting snake with two large wings capable of sustained flight, and four limbs for either walking on the ground or gripping surfaces like mountainsides when in combat or preparing to take to the air. Her body is covered in faded crimson scales with a black underbelly that has overlapping scales along her length for a bit of added protection against what is normally a Dragon's greatest weakness. She has a majestic crest on the back of her head with two glowing golden eyes that are capable of striking fear into the hearts of human and Dragon alike. (She only has one mouth as opposed to two in the picture)
True Age: Indeterminable
Apparent Age (Human Form): Early 20's
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: Time Immemorial
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 130 lb.
Hair Color: Crimson
Eye Color: Amethyst
Birthplace: Higher Realm
Current Location/Residence: Dragon's Cove
Body Type: Mesomorph
Voice Type:
Political Affiliation: None
Social Class: N/A
Occupation: N/A
Religious Beliefs: N/A
Family:
* Son - Maglissos (Deceased)
* Children - The Dragon Race (Facing Extinction from Dark and Forbidden Magics)
Dragon Form Details
* Height at the Shoulder: ~200' (~61 meters)
* Full Standing Height: ~340' (Neck and Head both included in quadrupedal stance, ~104 meters)
* Wingspan: ~1,400' (~426 meters)
* Body Length: ~3,600' (~1,100 meters)
* Overscale Color: Faded Crimson
* Underscale Color: Black
* Wing Membrane Color: Crimson
Primary Abilities
* Breath Attack: Lightning Force
- Lightning Force is the single most powerful form of lightning magic there is, and as such it is a level which is only attainable by the Gods. Mortals, understandably, have a far weaker version of magic to work with than the Gods do. The blast which comes from Sil'Eph Niir's mouth is packed with unfathomable power capable of annihilating the entire Mortal World if she were so inclined. In fact, if she were so inclined and if she released all of the power she had, she could wipe out nearly 1/10 of the Higher Realm in a single blast (though that blast would be the first and last attack she could use due to being depleted afterwards).
So great is the power of Sil'Eph Niir's mighty Dragon Form.
* Special Abilities: Telekinesis, Telepathy
Personality: Sil'eph Niir is a kind and gentle soul despite her fearsome athletic and combative prowess as a Goddess. She almost always has a smile on her face and seems to always be the one to see the silver lining in any dark situation, though she knows when to keep her optimism in check. She enjoys singing and dancing, usually privately, though she will do either one publicly if asked to by someone she trusts. Speaking of trust, she's not easy to win over. When it comes to trust, she is very methodical in how she tests another individual's worthiness to earn her trust and uses many tests, sometimes subtle and other times not so, before she will make a decision. The reason for this is due to the loss of her First Son, Maglissos. But once her heart is open to you, she can be almost flirtatious regardless of whether you're a male or female as she has developed bisexual tendencies after being forced to take human form in the Mortal Plane during her time creating the Dragon Race before her return to Dragon Form and subsequent hibernation. She is fascinated by both the male and female bodies, and will do whatever she can to at least glimpse everything there is to see and learn all there is to learn even if she doesn't take it to the sheets.
The Gods have needs too, after all.
Sil'eph Niir's personality as a Dragon changes, though not by much. She is still benevolent in nature and will only fight or kill when forced to do so. However, she is much harsher in how she deals punishment while in this form. When she knows that she must kill, she does so typically without much emotion as her logical mind takes over and rationalizes the need for her opponent's death. When it comes to those who commit such atrocities that she desires their death, she will use all of her power to bring them down. Sil'eph Niir's mercy extends only to those whose actions and words are not enough to, in her own mind, warrant death. When one has committed unspeakable acts of terror, murder, and hatred, Sil'eph Niir will not hesitate to bring judgement upon them.
Strengths: Telekinetic and Telepathic powers. Calm and rational mind keeps her cool under pressure. The most powerful of all of the Gods.
Weaknesses: Sil'eph Niir is somewhat naive and tends to under think things from time to time which can get her in trouble. It's not that she's reckless or childish, but rather that she has a tendency to think that the solution to her problems is much easier than it really is. She is also one who does not forgive and forget, even when it comes to those who are supposed to be her allies. This leads to complications in her relationships which can present true problems not only for her, but for those around her as well. Her lack of trust and resentment are not easily mended which makes her colder and less inclined to help whomever shattered her trust in the first place. This can be deadly in the field of combat should she choose not to accept help from them or choose not to help them when and if they need it.
Sil'eph Niir's final weakness is perhaps her greatest, and it's none other than her very own Dragon form. At approximately 3,600 feet from nose to tail, she makes for a very big target that's almost impossible to miss even if one fires blind. At that size, her movement is much slower than most other Dragons of comparable size due to how much space her body occupies and the relative time it takes for her body to move. It makes evasion nearly impossible unless it's a one on one fight with another Dragon of equal size who moves at the same pace, and there are none currently in the Mortal Realm. Catapults, bows and arrows, crossbows, magic, all of it is nearly guaranteed to hit her no matter where she is which makes it easy to overwhelm her and throw her focus making it almost impossible for her to pick and choose a target of her own to attack.
Biograhpy: Sil'Eph Niir's background are a mystery to all save Herself. She awoke in the Higher Realm eons ago during time immemorial and has not looked back since. At some point in Her life, She birthed a son named Maglissos. And until Maglissos' death, Sil'Eph Niir was very happy. After His death, She fell into depression as any mother would after the death of Her child.
When the Mortal Realm was being created, She played her part by creating the Dragon Race over a period of roughly 1,500 years. During that time She took to Her human form and traveled the world to see what kind of creatures and peoples Her fellow Gods were creating. During that time She developed something of an affinity for the humanoid races and even started learning what it meant for them to fall in love. Though She has never fallen in love, She one day hopes to do so if not just to see what it feels like.
For now, She slumbers in a deep hibernation at the Dragon's Cove where Her children keep a watchful and protective guard over Her.
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Age: 24 and 268 respectively
Sex: Male, Female
Height: 6' 2" and 5' 8" respectively
Weight: 200 lbs (~91kg) and 125 lbs (~57kg) respectively
Body Type: Mesomorph (both)
Voice Type:
Kyo'da - Baritone (3:38 Voice sample begins)
Elena - Soprano (0:05 Vocals begin for her Defensive Seid Magic singing voice, and at 0:56 for her Offensive Seid Magic singing voice)
Personalities: Kyo'da is a human being, and a stalwart and steadfast man with a righteous heart. An almost textbook personification of the word "warrior". Because of how he was raised, he treats everyone he meets as if they were a human being regardless of their race. Because of this, he can sometimes come off as rude or ill mannered even though he always speaks with the best intentions. He's bluntly honest to a fault and doesn't mince words. He speaks his mind and speaks for what he believes is right and never lets his confidence in his beliefs waver. No matter to whom he's speaking, he will not treat them as if they're "higher" or "better" than he is, nor will he treat them as if they're somehow "beneath" him. To Kyo'da, everyone is equal no matter what and deserves no special treatment or attention.
Elena is a High Elf, one of the few who remain. She is kind, empathetic, nurturing, maternal, and well mannered. She speaks politely, addressing everyone with the High Elven honorific of "Han", which means both "sir" and "ma'am" depending upon the sex of the recipient. She is a practitioner of Seid Magic, the High Elven version of "Lyric" Magic used by Faeries. The main difference being that Seid Magic is much more powerful and almost used exclusively for offensive purposes. Rarely is it used for defensive purposes, and never as a mere distraction. Her use of Seid Magic identifies her as a High Elf of the Noble Class, which explains many of her polite tendencies and behaviors. However, despite it being a result of her heritage, her politeness and kindness are who she is at every level.
Special Abilities: Kyo'da, as a human being, has no special abilities to speak of. Rather one could consider his unwavering bravery and dedication to his path as an honorable warrior as his greatest ability and strength.
Elena has two special abilities as a High Elf, the first being telepathy. High Elves of the Noble Class are among the few humanoids aside from Dragons and Nymphs which possess a form of telepathy, and Elena is no exception. Her second ability is that of preternatural perception, specifically the ability to see an event moments before it happens. This ability, however, is not one she can control. It is spontaneous and there has been little to no logical progression between these visions, as she calls them.
Biographies: Kyo'da was born to proud parents Ha'thumm and Caroline Dakros. His father, Ha'thumm, was a proud warrior who's family had, going back over fifteen generations, all been wandering warriors and enforcers of justice and good will. A rather presumptuous thing to do, but they did it and did it well. Caroline was an average woman whom Ha'thumm met and fell in love with during one of his stays at a local tavern one night after a successful escort mission. Caroline was one of the servers at the tavern, and the two recognized almost instant feelings going beyond mere curiosity and friendship. If ever there was such a thing as "love at first sight", these two experienced it in spades. By the time Ha'thumm was finished with his meal that Caroline had cooked herself and delivered to him, he had rented a room at the tavern and asked if she would drop by later to talk. She did so, but their "talk" moved very quickly beyond just casual chit chat. They spoke of dreams, aspirations and life goals, philosophy, and personal morality and perception of what was considered "just" and "righteous".
Come the next morning, Caroline immediately quit her job at the tavern to travel with Ha'thumm.
They traveled together for two years before agreeing that this relationship was sound and that marriage was the next logical step. They married a mere four months after their decision, and conceived their first child together on that very night. Kyo'da's elder sister, Josephine, was born nine months afterwards. Being the first born daughter to the household, Josephine learned from an early age what it meant to be a proper young woman. Ha'thumm and Caroline taught her the importance of respect, dignity, manners, and proper presentation. By the time she was only three, she was a model "young lady" given praise even by the Nobility for her politeness and respectful mannerisms. Ha'thumm and Caroline had originally not planned for a second child, but Kyo'da's conception was inevitable when Caroline fell victim to an attempted murder by one of Ha'thumm's old enemies. He managed to save his wife and daughter from the attack, but Caroline suffered two horrific wounds in the process whilst protecting Josephine from the culprit. A large scar across her back and another across her upper chest just below her collar bone which had been an attempted decapitation attack. Thanks to Ha'thumm's quick actions, she was spared the misery of a painful death and was taken to the healer as rapidly as Ha'thumm's legs could handle carrying her.
Upon her recovery, Ha'thumm and Caroline had been drawn closer than ever and Kyo'da was conceived upon her return in good health to their home. He was born approximately seven months later, a premature infant, and required extensive care and observation through his first several months of life. Many times his tiny heart gave out, and either his mother or the nurses under whom he was charged managed to save his life with CPR and or the use of a very, very cautious jolt of Lightning Magic. By five months of age, the doctors gave him a clean bill of health and said it was safe to take him home at last, much to his family's joy.
Kyo'da became Josephine's pride and joy from the moment he was placed in her arms. She was so happy to be an older sister, and holding and cuddling with her baby brother became her favorite past time. She took excellent care of him during his infancy, to some extent even better than Ha'thumm or Caroline did. She fed him, changed his diapers, clothed him, played with him, put him down for naps, read him stories, and even took care of him when he was sick. She was so proud of her baby brother and her duties as his sister. Ha'thumm and Caroline were proud as well of Josephine's wondrous performance and dedication to her brother, and inevitably when Ha'thumm once again had to leave for a mission, Josephine was placed in charge of Kyo'da while Caroline went to work during the day. And for a time she did just fine... Until one fateful day in which she nearly lost her precious baby brother.
It happened suddenly and without warning. Their home was caught in an explosion set off in the building next door to them. The ground quaked and the house immediately caught fire. Josephine had been downstairs playing with her toys while Kyo'da was down for a nap. Immediately she ran up to her brother's room and found his crib engulfed in flames. Kyo'da himself was screaming bloody murder as his body was also alight. Josephine had never in her life moved so fast or so desperately as she had climbing into the crib to pick him up and run from the burning building to the outside where it was safer as many adults arrived to fight the blaze. Josephine put out the fires on Kyo'da's clothing, but she was unable to do so in time to prevent him from getting a horrific burn across his upper back. She rushed him to the nearest clinic where a Healing Mage got to work trying to fix the damage. However the scars of that burn remained, despite the Healer's talents. They said that it had already set, and that he would live with the scars for the rest of his life no matter how powerful the magic used on him was.
Josephine, overcome with grief, cried by her baby brother's bedside as he slept in the clinic. Caroline rushed from her workplace as soon as she found out and found Josephine weeping bitterly by her sleeping brother on the bed. Caroline embraced Josephine and assured her that the scars were not her fault. But Josephine never forgave herself for not being in the room with Kyo'da to watch him as she usually did. And for the rest of her life she blamed herself, never letting go of the guilt which grew upon her shoulders as the years passed.
Despite his injuries as an infant, Kyo'da grew into a strong and well seasoned warrior of the sword much like his father. He trained diligently every day to hone his skills and sparred often with his father to test his progress. It wasn't long before his sixteenth birthday that Kyo'da was already approaching a level where he gave his father a hard fight. But it was also during this time that Kyo'da would learn grief on a level that most others never could...
His sister, Josephine, had grown into a beautiful woman of the highest level. She was so sweet. So kind. So fair, and so well mannered. She was beloved by her entire community. So much so that she had proposals from Nobility on a regular basis. She refused them all, preferring to remain single and at home with her family despite her parents urging her to find love and settle down. She was nineteen, after all. It was time to marry, but Josephine took after her father in that she was very stubborn and refused to bend on this matter.
But this stubbornness is exactly why her life came to a tragic end mere days before Kyo'da's seventeenth birthday...
Josephine had, her entire life, taken great care of her brother and loved him with all of her heart unconditionally. She had been preparing a gift for him. A new blade purchased from one of the finest Dwarven blacksmiths she had been able to contact. A massive two handed blade with a golden sheen and two emeralds, Kyo'da's birth stones, worked into the hilt. She had boxed and prepared it for him as a surprise, hiding it away in her room to give to him on the special day... But she never got the chance. She had refused the advances of a well-known Noble's son and, unbeknownst to her, earned the ire of their family. They hired a hit man to eliminate her and erase the stain on their reputation she had brought by refusing their eldest son and heir to their family name. A haughty commoner like her would not tarnish their family in such a way and get away with it. During the night, Josephine had stayed awake thinking about how best to give Kyo'da his new blade when her window shattered and her assailant flew through the window.
Screaming at the top of her lungs for help, Josephine desperately tried to fight her attacker off. However this was a true professional. An assassin-level killer who knew exactly how to handle a feisty target like her. And despite her struggling, she was unable to stop him from landing a fatal blow to her midsection. Thankfully, before he could finish her immediately, Kyo'da kicked her door down and rushed her assailant. After a brief skirmish, the assailant fled through the window with Kyo'da having taken a cut to his left arm. Nothing serious, but just enough to slow him down and let the bastard go. Kyo'da rushed to Josephine's side to stop the bleeding, but the damage was done. Josephine knew she was going to die before a Healer could make it to her, but Kyo'da picked her up and raced her out into the streets towards the clinic anyway.
It was raining that night, and along the way Kyo'da slipped and fell landing hard on his back to prevent Josephine from coming to further harm. When he righted himself, she placed a hand on his cheek, and the following conversation ensued:
"Kyo'da... Please, stop."
"I can't. I have to get you to the Healer!"
Her grip on his face tightened slightly.
"I'm not going to-... *gasp*... I'm not going to make it, Kyo'da."
"Yes you will! Just stop talking and save your strength!"
Kyo'da picked her up again and staggered on, hampered by the pain in his arm threatening to make him drop Josephine at any moment. And as he carried her, she continued to speak against his wishes.
"Kyo'da... My dear brother... G-... *gasp*... Grow up strong. Stronger than father..." She sobbed, her eyes welling with tears.
"Stop... Just stop talking, please!" He begged.
"I-... *sob*... I love you, Kyo'da. My dear brother..."
"Stop talking!"
Kyo'da slipped again on the cobblestone streets and held his sister close despite the pain in his arm, knowing begrudgingly that he couldn't carry her any farther.
"I... I bought you a present... It's in my room under-... *gasp*... Under my bed... Please, go home and take it."
"You can give it to me yourself... Just stay with me!" He begged, beginning to cry himself.
"Take the present... Kyo'da... *gasp*... It's my... My final... Gift... To you..."
Her voice trailed off and her hand fell from his cheek to the ground by his leg. Kyo'da felt her body go limp, and her head slowly leaned back as her final tears fell down her cheeks onto the rain-soaked cobblestone beneath him.
"... Josephine?..." Kyo'da gasped through his tears.
"Sis?"
No reply.
Josephine, Kyo'da's loving sister and the one who had been closest to him since he was old enough to form memories, was gone.
That night Kyo'da hugged his sister's body and wailed in misery in the streets. Blood pooled around him as he mourned his beloved sister's death, and within minutes the entire community had been awakened and had gathered around him mourning alongside him. The rain had ceased, but the tears from all fell like raindrops around Kyo'da as he embraced the lifeless body of his sister and wept.
At Josephine's funeral, Kyo'da brought the box she had hidden under his bed and opened it before her casket. He drew the blade and instantly, upon holding it, had to force himself not to cry as he held it up to the sunlight and proudly declared that he would wield this blade in her name as he continued their father and ancestor's legacy of serving their world as a wandering warrior and bringer of justice. He placed the blade upon his back in a specially made clip just for the sword, which he named Ragnell, and proudly wore it everywhere he went. He trained with it. He cleaned and sharpened it. And he treated it as if the soul of his sister were infused within the blade.
Elena, contrary to Kyo'da, lived a life of privilege. Born into High Elven Nobility, she never wanted for anything. However, her parents were not spoiling her. She got what she wanted if and only if she worked hard to earn it first. She learned what it meant to have a goal in life and to work hard to achieve that goal.
From a young age Elena was curious about magic and, after having been found to have an affinity with Seid Magic, began practicing it almost immediately. By the time she was in her 20's, she was a very powerful Seid Magic user. By age 80, she had mastered the art completely and was even inventing her own spells, chants, songs, and incantations with a myriad of effects and possibilities. At age 100, she ignored the pleas of her clan to find a mate and began instead traveling the world. Elena's goal in life was to visit every continent and meet at least one individual from every known race whom she could call a "friend". She doesn't believe in racial boundaries, and believes strongly that all mortal humanoids, if they were to put their minds to it, could become allies and friends with one another. Some call it naivete. She prefers to see it simply as optimism.
She met Kyo'da while she was on the road not far from his home town right before he took off on one of his first "wandering" tours. They met when she was attacked by a group of bandits, and Kyo'da arrived in time to fight them off before she had to get involved with her Seid Magic. She took to Kyo'da right away and befriended him almost immediately, and she persuaded him to allow her into his company after a brief demonstration that she was not some helpless damsel in distress. Now with a traveling companion, Elena began to see the world through different eyes as the loneliness and isolation she had felt in the last century of wandering began to whither away. When she revealed to Kyo'da that she was 268 years old, his mouth about hit the floor. Typical Kyo'da who doesn't mince words... "You look... Amazing, for someone so old."
Thanks Kyo'da.
However, this did nothing to anger or even remotely upset Elena. Rather, she thought it was endearing how honest he was and how he didn't mince words with her. Most of her life, in fact all of her life, people had withheld their true feelings and thoughts from her out of respect or cultural necessity. They held back. Kyo'da did not, and it was refreshing to be in the company of one so honest. On their first night together, Kyo'da noticed she had no tent or sleeping bag of her own to protect her from the elements. Despite her insistence on sleeping under the stars, Kyo'da handed over his tent and sleeping bag to her and slept by the campfire himself. It was a warm and kind gesture, but it was what happened before which had really effected Elena... Kyo'da had suggested that, even if they didn't share the sleeping bag, they could at least share the tent.
But what Kyo'da didn't know is that in High Elven culture the first time sharing a roof is the equivalent of a marriage proposal. To share the roof over one's head is to demonstrate one's willingness to share their lives and personal space, an intimate gesture of the highest order. Kyo'da obviously didn't realize this or even know of it, so Elena merely laughed it off at first. But it didn't take long for her to realize as she waited to fall asleep that perhaps Kyo'da's innocence and blunt honesty were having an effect on her. More so than she realized at first. The thought of sharing the tent with him didn't bother her, nor the idea of the cultural implications of the gesture. She had just met Kyo'da, but already she was entranced by his behavior, mannerisms, and honesty. Was it love? Perhaps. There was no certainty as she'd never fallen in love before. But perhaps, just maybe, this strange sense of comfort she took from his presence meant something along those lines.
Today, she waits patiently to find out what the cause of it all is.
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Age: 4,800
Sex: Male
Height: 6' 4" (~2 meters)
Weight: 220 lbs (~100 kg)
Body Type: Mesomorph
Dragon Form Voice: Bass
Human Voice: Baritone
Personality: The Red-Eyed Demon, as he is so known, is typical of what one would expect from one acting as an assassin. He is cold, ruthless, not fond of conversation, and ultimately about as approachable and friendly as a case of the plague. He remains silent at all times unless he feels the need to respond, which doesn't happen often. He has little to say to humanoid mortals despite remaining in his own humanoid form at nearly all times. He does not trust them and finds his work as an assassin taking their lives most invigorating. And the best part of it is that he gets paid to do this by other humanoids. It's almost ironic that his hatred for and desire to kill humanoids is made possible in his own humanoid form by humanoids themselves. There is no sweeter revenge for the wrongs which were set upon him during his first journey to their world long ago.
* Height at Shoulder: ~52' (~16 meters)
* Full Standing Height: ~86' (~26 meters)
* Wingspan: ~200' (~61 meters)
* Overscale Color: Black
* Underscale Color: Black
* Scale Highlights: Crimson
Special Abilities:
* Metallic Body - The Red-Eyed Demon is able to flatten the already ultra-dense scales covering his body to essentially harden it as if transforming it into metal. No real transformation takes place, but the durability of his body increases exponentially and is capable of deflecting the claws of other large Dragons with ease. He cannot do this forever though, as it is similar to a human being flexing their muscles to temporarily strengthen their bodies for a physical task. He can only flex his scales for so long before he has to release it and the tension building up or risk a self-inflicted injury.
* Vocal Projection - The Red-Eyed Demon can project the voice of either his human or Dragon forms at will across great distances when and if needed. If he has the high ground, he can project his voice to just about anywhere he chooses. He often uses this method of projecting his Dragon form's voice to toy with his prey before killing them.
Bio: The Red-Eyed Demon was born long after Sil'Eph Niir's time of Creation of the Dragon Race, which happened eons ago. He was born as Naum'ak Thorou, and as a Ruby-Eyed Black Dragon, he is the last of his kind following the death of his parents to humanoid poachers of Dragon parts. Their deaths took place on the eve of the Blood Moon, a lunar event in which the Earth's atmosphere thickened with a dust-like material which caused the moon and stars nearest it to appear a deep crimson coloration. He was only a hatchling when it happened, and entirely helpless as his parents were brutally slaughtered just after taking to their Dragon Forms by a very well organized attack by multiple humanoid poachers including humans, elves, dwarves, and even orcs. He was able to survive by hiding away at his parent's insistence, but he never forgot the sight of their bodies falling to the Earth and being torn apart by the humanoids over the course of several hours. By the time they were done, there was very little of them truly left. Their eyes, tongues, teeth, many of the scales covering their bodies, their wings, claws, tails, and several of their larger bones were all pried and cut from their bodies leaving vague zombie-like skeletons left.
As a hatchling, he approached his now deceased parents and cried into the night for hours before being whisked away in the night by another onlooker. Luckily for him, this was a kinder soul to sought to give the child protection from the elements if even only for one night. Come the morning, the infant wandered away into the woods to die, refusing to live without his parents. But ultimately he did not die. Instead, he thrived for several years before growing into the equivalent of a human teenager. Of course, for him as a Dragon, it was several decades later. Now almost 100 years old, he looked like a fine physical specimen of a 16 or 17 year old human in prime physical condition. His muscles were in perfect proportion, the definition was extraordinary, and his piercing gaze and blood-red eye color made him look almost as frightening as he acted. Indeed he had become something of a savage during these many decades living in the wild lands and deep forests. But it didn't take him long to discover that his home was now slowly being taken over by humanoids in the name of "expansion", as if he didn't already have reason enough to hate them for taking his parents away.
Over the course of several more years he stalked and killed the humanoids who were trying to cut the forest down, hunt its animals, and in any way endanger his home. Rumors of a monster protecting the forest circulated quickly, but none had ever been able to find him or identify him as the culprit. He acted like a lost and frightened child whenever he let them find him, but once they dropped their guard he slaughtered them all mercilessly leaving nothing but mangled corpses behind. Eventually the humanoids, now known to him as Elves, stopped trying to expand their civilization into this part of the forest. However it presented him with a problem... How was he going to continue getting his revenge on the humanoids if they didn't seek to expand into the forest? He resolved to seek them out since he was now more than powerful enough, even in human form, to kill them at will. He was not a frightened hatchling anymore. Now, he was a growing and powerful killing machine who would only continue to become more and more lethal.
Almost another full century passed with Naum'ak infiltrating various humanoid settlements, towns, villages, forts, and cities learning the ways of their kind including their languages, their cultures, and, most importantly, their fears.
It didn't take Naum'ak long to discover that almost all humanoid mortals feared the Demons of the Nether Realm. Given that they were Dark Gods, it came as no surprise. But Naum'ak, having never encountered a Demon before, didn't fear them. How bad could they be? In fact... if the humanoids all feared the Demons so, then why not take the name "Demon" for himself? It seemed only fitting to prey upon their fears and give him a psychological edge in his near constant quest for vengeance. As a hatchling he was too weak and afraid to do anything that could have saved his parents. But now, as a growing adolescent, he would take a name that would allow him to make the humanoids feel just as weak and helpless to save themselves from his wrath. And thus he adopted the moniker of the Red-Eyed Demon. By night he would stalk and kill his prey, and by day he would wander the streets in his humanoid form asking people if they'd heard the rumors of this "Red-Eyed Demon" who caused the massacre. The answer was almost always "no", but before long that had changed. A few years was all it took for word of the Red-Eyed Demon to circulate across the continent he was on, and soon enough the name "Red-Eyed Demon" had become infamous as that of a serial killer.
For almost thirty years there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the Red-Eyed Demon's murders. They were unbiased and indiscriminate, killing men and women almost perfectly equally along with children and the elderly. In fact it almost seemed as if he was killing anyone in his way rather than picking a real target.
But eventually all nightmares have to end. The Red-Eyed Demon's murders came to a rather abrupt end some forty years after his initial appearance. The absence of killings brought many to think that the Red-Eyed Demon was in fact dead. That justice had found him and that at last the nightmare was over. But that's not quite what happened to the infamous serial killer.
Rather, he found the one thing that conquers even the strongest hate: love.
It happened without warning, and he had no defense against it. To this day he will not say what happened, with whom it happened, or why it changed him forever. But it did. Enough that he lived for the next 4,600 years trying to atone for the sins of his past. He still hates humanoids, but rather than killing them indiscriminately as he did before he now works as an assassin. And even in this capacity he works for himself picking his targets based on what he feels is a justified necessity. His targets are generally high profile political figures with criminal ties or dealings, and he picks his targets very carefully after sometimes years of research and patient analysis.
Because he has been around for almost 5,000 years, many humanoids who know the name "Red-Eyed Demon" believe it to be that of an assassin role passed down from generation to generation.
And so he finds himself today feeling his strength being slowly sapped from his body on day at a time, wondering what in the name of the Gods is happening.
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