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Approved NPC Rhaelal

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Rhaelal seen supporting himself with his wings while his back limbs come forward to interact with the clutch of eggs.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
  • Intent: To create Myra's dragon companion that all Tygerii nobles have.
  • ​Image Credit: Yin Yuming
  • Role: War Mount, Pet, Guardian
  • Links: N/A
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
  • Age: 20
  • Force Sensitivity: Force User
  • Species: Genetically Altered Tyrant Dragon
  • Appearance: Rhaelal is a monstrous beast, standing nearly 11 meters in height and measuring 15 meters in length and a wingspan of 33 meters. Unlike other Tyrant Dragons, Rhaelal's scales are not very large, and are almost microscopic much like a butterfly's wing scales. His scales shimmer and reflect light somewhat due to the phrik infused within them, causing him to be quite beautiful to look at. Rhaelal also has extremely dexterous back feet, which are able to manipulate objects.
SOCIAL INFORMATION
  • Name: Rhaelal, or Leatherwing
  • Loyalties: Myra
  • Notable Possessions: Rhaelal has two eggs which it guards zealously against all but Myra.
  • Personality: Rhaelal is... feisty, to say the least. He enjoys play, exploration, and socializing which often means that he is usually causing trouble somewhere if Myra doesn't keep him in his enclosure. Yet he is fiercly protective of Myra, if he sees anyone hurt her, or if she gives him commands in Tygerii, he will instantly turn aggressive.
  • Training: Rhaelal has been taught many commands in Tygerii, such as the basics sit, stay, come here, wait, as well as more complex commands such as help me, carry this, take that there, hunt this person/thing/animal, flee, and fight.
COMBAT INFORMATION
  • Combat Function: Rhaelal isn't too experienced in combat, certainly not with other dragons. He would mostly rely on his speed, trying to outmaneuver larger prey or trying to put himself in a position where he can see many smaller opponents rather than let them surround him.
Strengths:


  • Force Sense: Rhaelal, like all Tyrant Dragons, has the ability to sense other organisms with the force. This skill is not too particularly developed in Rhaelal as he hasn't refined it, only able to detect the approximate locations of where beings are.
  • Phrik Armor: Myra has spent a fortune to supply Rhaelal with Phrik to consume to help turn into scales, this makes him incredibly resistant to many energy based attacks.
  • Agility and Speed: Due to his lighter armor, Rhaelal is incredibly fast, able to fly, sprint, or jump quickly and change direction just as quickly.
  • Breath of Flames: Rhaelal is capable of breathing incredibly hot blue flames

Weaknesses:

  • Tiny Scales: Due to how delicate his scales are, he is not nearly as resistent to melee or piercing attacks as the rest of his kin.
  • Little Too Social: He is a bit too friendly, not able to detect an enemy or an intruder unless it is incredibly obvious or threatening.
  • Force-Dead Usless: Due to his reliance on a combination of poor vision and force sense, he is rather useless against Force-Dead beings.
  • Delicate Wings: Due to his delicate scales, his wings can torn easily thus preventing him from flying.


HISTORICAL INFORMATION


Rhaelal was both a present to Myra from her absent father, and a message. The small creature was destined to be pathetic. Barely any armor, Myra's lack of funds to supply it with proper metal to eat, and awkward horn patters, make him an illegitimate dragon similarly to how she was his illegitimate daughter. It was a message, about how she was his daughter by blood and that he had certain duties to her, but nothing else. Yet Myra took that message, let it grow, fought hard to get the resources to start feeding it properly, and soon that dark message was a glorious jewel on her metaphorical crown. And when her father and his entire household mysteriously died in a freak 'accident' where their luxury cruiser exploded? Myra could only smile as she stroked the soft scales of her pet.
 
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