Tharamir Naririnthian

Name: Tharamir Naririnthian

Age: 25

Gender: M

Species: Dragon/Elf

Description: Standing at a towering height of 7'4” and weighing in at over 350 pounds, the first thought that comes to mind when seeing this male is the sheer size of him! Not having an ounce of fat on him becomes more readily apparent with each small movement, his tough skin doing little to hide the tone of his muscular physique. The flex of an arm, the bending of a leg, the twist of the head, the inhale of breath causing the 8-pack abdominals to define even more sharply if at all possible, all lending to bearing witness to what has come to be quite an asset from the time he was very young. Most of his skin is naturally tough and colored a deep black though spots along his arms, legs and back are covered with black scales that shine with a metallic sheen, the natural armor not only aiding in physical defense but also in stealthy movement as it blends naturally with shadow. His black wings are large and almost bat-like in appearance, remaining folded tightly against his back when he is not flying to prevent them from snagging on or hitting something. His long, whip-like tail extends several feet from his rear, ending in a sharp, hardened tip that usually waves lazily behind him as if it has a mind of its own. His legs end in raptor-like taloned feet, his hands possessing sharp claws. Silver colored horns rise from the sides of his head curving out slightly before ending with the points facing one another diagonally, the points extremely sharp to the touch. His pointed elvish ears rest just slightly lower and on the outside of the horns jutting up sharply, giving reference to the elvish heritage he shares. As if that wasn't enough, the noble grace of the draconic features of what normally would be a much harder face is given a softer presence through the mixture of both elven and draconic traits. His eyes are a striking golden color that shine brilliantly as if lit with their own internal fire. Due to the scaled portions of his body, Tharamir usually tends to wrap dark patterned cloth coverings the extend from his knees up to his waist. He has found that most clothing is torn to shreds quickly from the shifting scales and covering himself with cloth wraps to remain decent while also not preventing freedom of movement has been the easiest solution.



Personality: This creature has never been one to let anything stand in his way, using his strengths to his advantage to gain the upper hand in any situation. A natural born leader, he seems to always have an answer for any situation and carries himself with confidence. Incredibly strong presence and persona coupled with an iron-willed mindset leave him never backing down from a challenge almost to the point of stubbornness. He is loyal and trustworthy to all he represents and cares for.

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Background: Sharing the ancestry of both the elves and the dragons, this male has quite the story to tell if ever given the chance. His father was one of the dragon lords of the great council who met a beautiful elvish princess that came with a group of emissaries bringing writs before the council in order to provide knowledge that the dragons had been lacking up to that point. She was one of the chief emissaries and as such had much personal time with the dragonlord. Eventually the two fell in love and months later she found out she was pregnant with his child, giving birth to the half-breed and taking it to the father for his blessing. He did so and then was forced to cast her out by the rest of the council and was himself punished severely. The mother took care of the child and kept him safe amongst the elves until he grew his wings and then he was no longer welcome amongst them. Growing stronger and taller by the day, the half-dragon could never stay in one place for too long as not very many were accepting of one such as him. The humans hunted him for glory, the dragons for extermination of an impure one, and anyone else just for plain prejudice. He fell into many a fight for his life and time and time again his natural talents guided him and aided him, teaching him to become quite the strategist. Eventually he joined an army of half-bloods at the latter part of his teen years. The army was at the call of a crazed king who wanted nothing more than to be a half-blood himself and to use his conscripted army to conquer the other prideful nations. After receiving his training and almost being forced to fight the elves that had been so kind to him, he fled and wandered alone up until he was contacted by his father and taught many things that would prove valuable when he reached adulthood. Now he wants nothing more than to learn and develop his skills and when he was contacted by Blackfalcon, the goal seemed much closer.

RP Sample: The moon shone brightly, rays of white splitting the shadows and making the forest come alive. A soft breeze blew, rustling the branches of the trees gently making the night quite warm and pleasant. A party of humans stalked through the night, their flashlights and weapons ruining the effect of the starry moonlit scene. The leader, holding a modified M-16, held up his fist, the party instantly freezing as he looked at a particular patch of shadows that seemed different, a deeper black than all of the rest. He stalked silently forward, his finger on the trigger, the barrel pointed at the center of the shadowy mass. Explosive rounds have always proven effective, He thought to himself. He checked the mag to make sure he had loaded them properly, knowing they would prove most fatal, even to a dragon half-breed. Merely a foot away from the shadows, he made the fatal error of focusing too greatly on what was directly in front of him thus missing the opening of two eyes directly to his right. The golden pools of light shone fiercely, the smile, directly beneath, was hidden by the darkness and was the only sign of impending doom. With movements faster than lightning, the weapon held by the leader was sent spinning and the man was grabbed with his arms pinned, his deep breathing from increased pulse another fatal error as a cloth soaked in chloroform covered his mouth. To the party it appeared as if their partner had stumbled, losing his weapon and collapsing in the shifting shadows, the moonlight flashing strangely. The sound of bolts sliding back and weapons being cocked rang loudly throughout the quiet forest.

Leaderless, the group caved in on itself and formed into a tight ring, everyone's backs to the center and weapons pointed outward. Weapon barrels begun to shake as their owners glanced from side to side hoping for some glimpse of the creature they were hunting. The group did not seem to have planned for an aerial attack however as a black mass glided over top of them and silently dropped into the center of the tight ring. The next few moments resulted in utter chaos as lights were knocked awry and weapons began firing in all directions. Well placed strikes aimed at several of the group sent a few of them to the ground, weapons skittering away. With a grunt, the half-dragon winced as the butt end of a rifle connected with his ribs with a resounding crack and with a gritting of his teeth a bullet whizzed through the air and passed clean through his shoulder. Grabbing the barrel of a shotgun of one of the men, he sent the man sprawling with a forceful shove and drove the butt of the now freed weapon into the face of another unfortunate soul, the rest of the group beginning to retreat with yells and cries as the now wounded creature took to the sky with a flap of his wings. Casting his eyes around, his darkvision allowed him to see quite clearly in spite of the dark. He quickly spotted a small clumping of herbs, the leaves bringing something to the fore of his mind as he remembered one of the lessons from his mother about their healing properties. Dropping down to the plants, his sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of crashing undergrowth and the crack of a gunshot every so often as the men retreated farther and farther.

“Quite foolish of you Thar, taking on a group like that by yourself. Will you ever change?” A chuckle sounded from the shadows as an anthropomorphic wolf made himself known to the half-breed giving a playful swat to one of the pointed ears that twitched in the wolf's general direction. Grinning somewhat painfully through gritted teeth, the half-dragon shook his head, “Later, Blaze. Help me with this binding will you? One of them got a lucky shot.” He had been chewing the leaves of the plant and spat them into his palm. Shoving the chewed mass into the wound, he inhaled sharply and gave a piece of torn cloth to the wolf to tie around his shoulder to keep everything in place. The wolf touched his side gently and shook his head once more, “And a cracked rib, maybe two. Should have waited for me though I never tire of watching you work.” He smiled, the wolfish features accented strangely in the moonlight. With a deep chuckle, the half-dragon shoved the wolf playfully and set off through the forest. “At least their leader went down easily enough. Usually they are the toughest ones. They seem to get easier every time.” The two friends laughed, seemingly oblivious to the watchful pairs of eyes following their retreating forms.