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AoA: Razvan Lumia

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This took forever..ajhsbahjs but I managed to finally get done with it, yaaay /o/

Thankies to my honeybun :iconkarruto: for cheering me on all this time Q_Q ajsbs ILU BBY~

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Name: Razvan Lumia (Introduces himself as 'Satir')

Age: 31 years old

Gender: Male

Weapon: Axe

Race: Fae

History:
As an Ambellayan child, Razvan was a clumsy and at some point useless little Fae. His wings were weaker than most of his kind’s and so he was sometimes looked down upon due to it.
The supposed fly appendages on his back tended to get scratches easily and took too long for them to heal, so he was never able to learn to glide and was left alone to find his own fun that consisted in playing along baby dragons or other wingless races in the village, but in the end the boy learned to enjoy more the company of the reptiles more than the one of the most humanoid races instead.
Still, most of the time his wings ended getting injured when he played, which forced the boy to just sit down and watch the other kids play from the distance.
This made the boy quite depressed at times and led him to spend his time wandering roaming all over the village in an attempt to find something more interesting.
One day while he was exploring the entrance of the dome, Razvan watched what seemed to be a wild dragon getting chased. And since he was such a lover of the reptiles, he did not hesitate about dashing outside to try and help the creature.
In the middle of his pursuit and attempt to aid, he remembered how he had been told by his mother some people were not friendly to dragons and refused the idea of teaming up with them. This small group of hunters was trying to get a relatively young looking dragon that was calling desperately and seemed to be at an age where he could not be considered a baby anymore but not an adult either.
Even though the Fae was still a weak kid and in a bigger disadvantage thanks to the merciless cold around him, he tried his best to defend the dragon, just to get the remains of his wings ripped off his back in the struggle and then thrown into a nearby body of water where he was left to drown.
Luckily for him, the fuss caused from the wrestling and the dragon’s constant cries were heard, with a fully grown female answering and without second thoughts attacking the hunters.
While a fight took place between her and the bandits, the dragon that was being pursued before jumped into the water and dragged out the semi-unconscious boy, apparently touched by the Fae’s previous display of bravery and kindness in trying to save his life.
When Razvan opened his eyes, he could barely see any of the conflict between the female dragon and the men and all that stuck into his memory on that moment was the image of the dragon literally biting off the heads from some of the hunters.
By the time he woke up and managed to focus his sight, he realized he had been taken into a cave, one that was actually warm, and then noticed the dragon he had helped was comfortably coiled around him, much to his joy. Despite his wings had been pretty much lost and that he had no idea on how to get back to his home, he was quite content with surviving and starting a good relationship with what he thought as a wild dragon. It felt different since most of the reptiles he found at the village had been pretty much domesticated and were always friendly.
Since that day, Razvan survived along with the family of dragons until he was prepared enough to venture outside of the cave after he had learned to cover his body with fur from prey the dragons brought back and made his own rough weaponry out of stones and sticks he found nearby the volcano.
Years passed by, the boy learned to hunt himself and got his body used to digest raw meals in order to survive. It was tough at first, but he eventually managed to pull through it.
Until one day, he ran into more bandits, but these were different from the ones he had met long time ago, since some of this had dragons by their side just like Razvan had one as a companion.
In the end, he decided to go back to the cave to thank the dragons for their aid and stated he had to move on now, which the female did not seem to like but still understood somehow thanks to the connection the Fae had made with her. Much to his delight though, the same dragon he had saved before and had become like a brother to him decided to tag along, not seeming to trust much the group of strangers the boy was getting involved with.
On this way, he made of the village Tirithon his new home, agreeing to aid in hunting and working under the Knightmare leader’s orders.

Personality:
Satir is a quite expressive and sometimes, extroverted individual, but still keeps his more personal secrets hidden to avoid unwanted attention. He usually shows an optimist (or at least not too negative) view on life, and tends to counter bad situations with a sarcastic sense of humor to avoid losing his judgment and crumble down, making him rather good at handling stressful situations. On the other hand when he faces situations or things that are to his liking he might show a more energetic side and is prone to get carried away when he particularly enjoys a certain task, especially those that involve fighting (which is likely to lead to dangerous situations for his own). He is not provoked easily, but he is not a particularly patient male either. It is more likely that he will leave the scene if a certain person gets him on his nerves so he can avoid a silly conflict, as he is completely against excessive violence towards his peers and is well aware of his tendency to grow blood thirsty if the argument evolves into a fight. When he must fight seriously and must aim to take the life his target (mostly when hunting or in self defense) he will always finish them up by beheading them if allowed to, which reflects his sometimes brute nature. He is actually not really smart as he lives on instinct like a wild animal, so in case strategy is required he will recur to tag along with someone who is more capable on that field in order to come out victorious over obstacles.
Satir rarely shows his affection directly and behaves nearly the same around someone he feels neutral about than someone he holds a deeper relationship with, though when he really is into a person he is likely to give them skulls or accessories crafted with bones to express himself more clearly. He is also gender blind in more than one way, since his ‘mother’ taught him to treat everybody equally regardless if they are males or females (meaning he lacks gentleman-like manners with girls since he thinks they are just as strong as males).

Additional info:
-He collects ALL kinds of skulls, from dragon, to fish, rodent or even human ones.
-At some point he enjoys raw food better than cooked or prepared in any way.
-'Satir' is a word that might refer to an executioner's axe, which makes allusion to how he beheads his targets.
-Ever since his wings were basically destroyed, he became aware that he looks like an elf at first glance and so he will not correct people about his race.
-He is really close to Niebla and sees him like a sort of elder brother.
-Razvan is a pretty competent fighter and hunter, which he takes pride on as well as his skull collection at home.
-This boy stands at 177cm (5’9ft) and weights about 60kgs (132lbs)
-Is capable of making VERY rough vocalizations of dragon growls, but this does not mean he communicates in their language. He does use this ‘skill’ to get his messages across Niebla in a more effective way though (like a ‘secret’ code between them).
-Despite his slim looking build, Satir is pretty strong physically speaking so his punches and kicks (especially his kicks) are still something to watch out for if unarmed. In exchange for his unusual strength, he sacrificed part of the speed other Fae’s enjoy.
-No, he does not feel cold on his legs for the reason that he is constantly on the move, so his whole body is relatively warm at all times.

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Dragon name: Niebla

Species: Depth Clicker

Element: Water

Special ability: Echolocation. Niebla is capable of emitting clicking sounds in order to navigate through deeper and much darker waters than the average can reach, where vision is not exactly the best option to locate prey and identify obstacles.

History:
Niebla was born in a cave not too far away from the volcano, where only his mother was left along with a couple of her children after a large group of hunters had finished up with his father. Due to this, his mother was rather aggressive towards any adult men she saw coming towards their home with signs of being at least a bit hostile. She would often devour them whole if they were not careful.
As her youngest son grew older, he started venturing outside of the cave more and more often, with his siblings accompanying him at times in order to learn to hunt properly.
Time went on, and he was about a teenager when his siblings left one by one when they reached adulthood, leaving him alone with his mother in the cave.
Despite he was never a particularly social dragon, he still missed the company of those around his age, and he was still young to leave his home like the rest had already.
He continued with his hunting sessions, but always alone, improving on his own and soon becoming a rather fast and skillful swimmer.
Then one day while he was out for some prey, a group of hunters spotted him and aimed to kill him in order to get his skin.
At first he fought, but his natural clumsiness on the ground for being a water specialist got in the way and forced him to attempt to escape, seeing the closest escape routes in bodies of water close by get blocked by the men themselves by stepping on the way, ready to attack the dragon if he got any closer. With this, he was forced to look for another way out, passing by Ambellay on the way and soon tiring himself out from running and slightly injured from the moment he attempted to retaliate.
He cried and called for his mother or just anyone who would be willing to help…but nobody ever came…At least, not a dragon exactly.
Instead, a young Fae jumped in to his aid, much to his surprise but not total relief. It was just a kid, of course he would be killed. And so he kept on calling for his mother, until she finally came when the boy had been shoved into freezing water that the dragon had been unable to use to flee before.
With the new help on the spot though and not forgetting about how the child from before had least provided his mother with more time to come, he dived into the water and pulled the kid out while his mother beheaded the hunters.
Once the situation had calmed down, the young dragon convinced his mother into letting him take the boy along, as his life had been partially saved thanks to his intervention.
Although reluctant at first, she agreed and allowed her son to bring in the now wingless Fae into their home, where they kept the child warm enough by using animal skins that were leftovers from previous meals.
Time went on, and soon the child became pretty much another member of the family and most importantly, the lasting male dragon had gotten a new sibling of sorts.
They hunted together, ate together and even slept closely to each other every night for years, until new intruders came to the cave. Much to the ‘family’s’ surprise, these strangers had dragons by their side and seemed to be interested in taking the Fae boy with them, nearly calling onto ‘their’ mother’s rage until the boy calmed her down himself.
Seeing how his last sibling was also leaving home, the dragon now dubbed Niebla decided to tag along, as he did not want to be left without another brother and neither he nor his mother trusted these unexpected visitors.
From that day on, Niebla moved in along with his brother into a village, though still visiting his mother from time to time during hunting sessions.

Personality:
Niebla is a pretty calm and mature dragon, a lover of silence or tranquility. He is extremely patient with most people and was basically the one to teach his human companion not to waste his time with people who do nothing but bother you. He seems to be much tamer with children, which he will allow to ride on his back or even pull of his whiskers for a bit if they mean to play.
Despite his passive nature he will not hesitate to attack if he feels his partner or himself are in danger, and you bet that a slash or whip from his tail is truly painful.
For the most part he will spend his time curled up around Satir’s skull collection, since he is more agile in water and prefers to keep his motion on the ground as limited as possible and thus might come up as a lazy looking dragon.
He does not trust adults much thanks to his mother’s teachings and will snarl or hiss at them before walking off if one bothers him long enough, and if he gets more provocation then he will attack for sure.

Additional info:
-His ‘height’ is about 234cm (about 7’8ft), but his total body length is naturally different since his built is long and slim instead of tall and bulky.
-Niebla’s name is actually a Spanish word for fog.
-He seems to still see Satir as a younger sibling he keeps tabs on rather than a master or a simple partner.
-Most of his communication with Satir is based on very crude and basic growls as well as body language that only the Fae seems to understand. It would appear they learned to ‘talk’ this way while they lived in the cave.
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the dragon is so pretty <333