Arathar
(#51285912)
Level 7 Skydancer
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
4.75 m
Wingspan
3.73 m
Weight
503.43 kg
Genetics
Cyan
Jaguar
Jaguar
Cyan
Rosette
Rosette
Cyan
Scales
Scales
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Level 7 Skydancer
EXP: 271 / 11881
STR
4
AGI
15
DEF
12
QCK
17
INT
20
VIT
15
MND
12
Biography
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•••Arathar•••
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Revolutionary Leader
"It doesn't matter who you love, it only matters that you love."
-Tyenic
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Arathar's father, Cheonghan, was always very controlling. He wanted his son to grow up into the masculine stereotype, so he train his son in the art of combat, in hopes of him becoming the most feared warrior of all time. Arathar did quite well, he won most battles and was already ready and excited for training. Arathar never really saw his mother, as she was too busy with her alchemical experiments. The few times he did see her, where during family gatherings, and when she'd been taken to hospital after blowing herself up. But it was his grandmother, Wynter, who taught his the subtle beauties of life. Arathar looked forward to his seasonal visits with her, he'd come and help with her garden, or bake some Winter's Delight shortbread. His cooking skills made him very popular during his apprenticeship at a mercenary club. All the trainees wanted to get on good terms with him so that they can have better food than the gruel and jerky that were force fed on a daily basis. There were plenty of berry bushes and wildlife in the forestry surrounding their base, so he could made all sorts of things. And the old, over grown woodfire oven behind the dormetries was the perfect location for his black food market. Even the mentors and head mercenaries treated him better and were more supporting of him. Sometimes they would smuggle flour and oats out of the kitchen for him to use. Arathar was given gifts as a small thank you for his kindness and delicious food. A tough lesson to learn in life is that not everyone will like you. Some people will just hate you no matter what. Which is exactly what went down between Arather and a particularly burly guardian, who never told anyone her name. She was ironically nicknamed 'Brittany'. She was extremely aggressive and competitive. She hated how everyone loved Arathar so much, so she went out of her way to bully and ridicule him. Fortunately, Arathar had built an army of half-starved mercenary trainees to protect him. Eventually, she was at the top of their progress list, as the strongest, most helpful, and cunning trainee they had, and she graduated. Except, Brittany still hung around the club, waiting for Arathar to come out, and she'd challenge him to a fight. This happened everyday, and he said no everyday. She would immediately berate him and branded him as a coward. No matter what his little army did for him, nothing would cheer him up. |
Nothing, until the new kid arrived. Iroaeium was a macho spellsword who'd joined after his grandmother, who had been training him, passed away. The bereaved young skydancer was quiet, but very capable. He was strong, brave, clever, and kindhearted. At first Arathar couldn't understand his feelings for him. He knew he want to get to know Iroaeium, and be close friends. but there was something else, an unfamiliar desire for Iroaeium. Arathar would catch himself staring at his flowing mane and pristine feathers. Sometimes Iroaeium would stare back. Arathar wanted to walk up to him and introduce himself, but he thought that would end badly, so he continued avoiding this amazing potential friend, and resorted to constantly imagining himself in fake situations that would make him look cool, and Iraeium would instantly love him. No, as a friend, as a friend! Arathar tried to convince himself that this was a friendly love, nothing more, but he still lusted after him.
Finally, a few of his friends introduce them to each other. The raved on and on about how amazing Arathar's cooking is to Iroaeium, not letting either speak. Finally Iroaeium took control and introduced himself, and Arathar fumbled for words, trying to introduce himself in a really confident way, but only humiliated himself. He tried passing it off as having a bad sleep the previous night. Iroaeium simply chuckled, and mentioned how he'd seen him around.
They continued to grow closer and closer, at an alarming rate. Everyone had already noticed that their relationship wasn't strictly a friendship. Iroaeium used his persuasive skills to convince the head mercenaries to move him into Arathar's room, since both their roommates had recently graduated and moved into the proper Mercenaries' Barracks. Arathar had been bottling up his real feelings for Iroaeium, dreading the day he'd finally have to break and admit it. But the shall never come, as Iroaeium confessed first. He described Arathar's kind and loving nature, his optimistic outlook on the world, his generally beautiful personality, and praise his godly cooking. Arathar was speechless, but extremely grateful that Iroaeium had the same feelings, and he wasn't just really weird.
However, Brittany had taken to stalking the premise, always stopping at Arathar's window in hopes of catching some incriminating, or at least humiliating conversation. That night was her lucky night. The next morning, she was unfortunately assigned to supervising their morning exercises and training routines. she called them aside, grabbed each firmly by the shoulders and announced, for all to hear, their love for each other. Arathar's heart sank and Iroaeium was caught off guard. He hoped that his mini army of friends would come to his aide, but they all stood and stared, and laughed. Time slowed as they heckled and teased them. It lasted an eternity, everything he'd built for himself had come toppling down, his reputation and social status had been obliterated out of existence.
He failed to notice the few who stood still, glaring at Brittany. Their unamused, soul-crushing disapproval shone as beacons into Arathar's heart. The head mirror approached Brittany and told her to get out, and never return. She hesitantly obeyed and was escorted away to collect her belongings. Disgustingly, one of the escorts congratulated and praised her for the scene. Arathar stayed for a few more days, but was met with hateful glares and malicious comments as soon as he woke up each morning. Only four others of the previous hundreds of trainees showed up to his secret dinners each following night. They were the four who had glared at Brittany. Together, the six of them got to solemnly eat several hundred servings of pocketmouse and turnip noodles.
Arathar and Iroaeium were sent home, to save them from their personal hell. Iroaeium went with Arathar, as he couldn't bare to leave his side. Arathar had to be guided home by one of the kinder mercenaries, as no one else would, and his clan had moved to Dragonhome soon after he left, to be closer to their leader's ancestors in Cairnstone Rest. Upon arriving home, Cheonghan was excited to see how much his son had progressed through out his training. But his joy and pride deteriorated as he heard why they were sent home. He could never understand why his own son would betray nature like that! Cheonghan has dreamed of his son growing up to establish an honourable family unit, with him as the proud and honourable father, and a suitable mate, who would've mothered their hatchlings, who in turn would've grown up to carry their family's honour!
His father's despair grew into rage. Cheonghan knew that there was no way to change someone's orientation, so he simply tried to ignore it. He didn't want to lose his eldest son. Not like this. he tried to be supportive, and subtly try to steer his son the other way. But nothing worked, there was only one option from there. Arathar never even thought to be suspicious of his father's behaviour, but Iroaeium was certainly concerned. He foolishly brushed it off. Cheonghan drugged them, and buried them both deep within a crystalline labyrinth of caves that he'd discovered below their lair. Both in separate caves so they would have no way of getting back together, and that he could blame their disappearance on something else. He hoped to uncover the caves later and claim they must have gone exploring, got separated, and starved to death. But their love was too strong, and Iroaeium fought to reunite with his single reason for living. Arathar's foolish father had decked them both out with exploration gear, to sell his lies further, and even gave Arathar a crude map that he'd made of the tunnels. So they escaped easily.
But when they took this horrible deed to the authorities, it was Cheonghan's word against theirs, his strong presence in the Earth Flight and great reputation won over the authorities, and he had the two punished. Simply for being in love. Cheonghan's excuse for why they needed punishment was different, according to him, they'd been constantly defaming him and wrecking the lair.
Needless to say, neither of them were happy about this. So they ran off together the night they were to be taken away, and eloped. They kept running until they finally reached hewn city in the light domain, where they felt safe. Sometime into their new life, they met Emperor, and joined the Rosewall Clan.
Notes
Lore Written by Dinoclaire101
Conversion to Plague also by Dinoclaire101
Original bio by Verdant
Shields by osiem
Banner by arcturisrising
Divider by Ammoth
Image by Hisako
Conversion to Plague also by Dinoclaire101
Original bio by Verdant
Shields by osiem
Banner by arcturisrising
Divider by Ammoth
Image by Hisako
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