♦⚫ A demon's oath
Named after the dragon that saved his father, Feanor is a young
war demon who looks to be
12 years of age. He has yet to stop aging at the demon's Freeze - though he has been alive for
37 years. Born in Kurai, he was initially taught to
hate and fear dragons, until his family was overtaken by a
rogue band of lesser demons. His mother was
killed, and his father took him to Felnova, seeking
refuge. The demons followed them, and a
silver dragon arrived to
save them. Filled with gratitude, his father
thanked the dragon profusely, and vowed to ever be in his debt.
However, the dragon had only one request - that the child be
renamed after him, and taught to see dragonkin as
allies. Feanor's original name was
Kotavu.
As a boy, Feanor was very bright, and quickly adjusted to life in Felnova. He learned to trust dragonkind, and was taken as an apprentice by a mage in Godshome. He was taught in the summoner's art until the death of his father, where he returned to Kurai to bury him. He was taken in by Xavanth, and returned to Felnova to continue his studies. The boy has remained at Xavanth's side through life and death; his reign as a Pestilence Lord; finally reuniting after the Kingdom's betrayal and their escape back to Felnova.
Feanor is very quiet, somewhat subdued, easily contented and exceptionally laid back. Though nervous around newcomers, and those he doesn't know, he's learned to withdraw behind a mask that hides his true emotions well. He is eager to please and would do anything for someone he cares about. Due to this, he's easily taken advantage of and can be quite naive.
♦⚫ A summoner's promise
At an early age, Feanor found himself a natural at
conjuring magics - that, coupled with his affinity for
animals, made him a prime student in the art of
summoning and
sealing. He was taught by a Master in Godshome how to first
bind a creature to his will, then
seal it away, before being able to
summon it to do his bidding and later
release it back to wherever it came. First, he was able to practice on
small creatures, such as rodents and cats - but now, he may even bind and summon
dragons with enough time and energy. He may only seal
two at a time with his current skills; any more will leave him
completely exhausted. However, since leaving the
Faction of Hope, he has learned how to place kv'naer summoning runes within the
mind of an animal or person, and call them to
voluntarily come if they will it. Though not as powerful, it is much more fitting to the
kind boy's heart, and he has multiple summons he can now call
at any time. A list of those he may call is as follows:
Malakar || old white, fluffy eastern dragon || ghost; bard
Uncle Faen || western silver dragon || ghost; psuedo-uncle
Iallriel || delicate elven woman || ghost; Xavanth's former pairbond
Toto || fluffy cat || ghost; Uncle Faen's friend
Gorhu || large brown/white/silver Vystrian wolf || alive; knight of Vystriana
Other than that, Feanor is quite good at limited glyph magic, such as defenses and scrying. He is also somewhat hard at hearing for a demon - his horns block out a lot of sound.
♦⚫ A child's toy
Feanor appears to be
around 12, and is in the very beginning of demon adolescence. He is around
5'6, with pale skin and wavy black hair that falls around his face to his shoulders. The rest of it is
tied back into a very long, often hidden, ponytail that falls to around his knees. His eyes are very unusual - they're iridescent,
gold in the light and
teal in the shadows, with faded,
cross-shaped pupils. Obscuring most of his ears are a set of
branching horns, deep red in color, that twist both back and up, as well as curling back forwards. His slender fingers are tipped in dark red
claws.
He likes to wear blacks and reds and deep maroons, to accent his features; long orange-gold gloves cover the claws of his hands most of the time, held by two bands of black leather. His tunic is most often black or silver, and he sometimes wears a small ruby pendant, set in gold. Most often, he wears a combination of a maroon trenchcoat and long black cape, especially in colder weather (which he despises). Beneath, he wears dark vilam and knee-high boots, often scuffed and dirty from running about. At his side is a rarely-used sword that he has no business carrying.
♦⚫ Images of disaster
♦⚫ A dying wish
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