⚫ Dragon of the Moon

A former knight turned dangerous vigilante, this Umbran circadian is a force to be reckoned with. He's arrogant, idealistic, and nothing like the peaceful tribe he came from in Lizzarkyth. Combined with his ghostly phasing abilities, he is a constant threat to the militaries of many Realm countries, and always seeks to do justice in his own unique way.

⚫ Scales like Stars

In overall build, Omen resembles the traditional circadian dragon; he is very long-bodied and slender, with short, narrow legs and handlike forepaws. He has long, deerlike ears and a refined face, along with four feathered wings. His forewings attach at the shoulders and have a wingspan of around sixteen feet, with his latter wings attached to his hips, only around eight feet wide. Unusual for a circadian, he is rather large, being over six feet at the shoulder; he is around sixty feet long from nose to tail-tip.

Omen's scales are very reflective and metallic; though their base color is a deep navy blue, they can have a mirror-like appearance, and are very influenced by whatever his surroundings may be. He has a long, flowing mane of white that travels from his forehead to his shoulders, then another flare of fur down the middle of his back; a very long tuft tips the end of his tail, and he sports a long beard tipping his chin. Oval-shaped, blue gemstones mark his chest, forearms, crown and just before his tail-tuft, glowing softly with their own light. His eyes are a similar, if somewhat lighter color, and often sport their own bioluminescence.

Each of Omen's many horns - each natural spike and claw, including the four on each cheek, the three on his elbows, and the three atop his head - have been enchanted and coated with divine metal, with two gemstones set in his headdress-crown. These are enchanted to grow with him, never break, and never wear - it is theorized that after he dies, these will never erode away, long after his bones have turned to dust. They keep his claws and spikes unnaturally sharp, and are as reflective as his scales.

All circadians have human forms; Omen is no exception. However, when shifted, the circadian's humanoid form is cursed and corrupted, though his hands are the only outward sign. He is tall, around six feet, and leanly built; he appears as a man in his forties, and has a well-groomed beard and hair white in color and streaked here and there in navy. His eyes darken to a deeper shade of blue, and his skin is a deep caramel. His crown of silver horns rises from his forehead, and his face is framed by his silver facial horns. All of his gemstones are visible in human form, and he retails a smaller version of his draconic tail. His hands are gnarled and permanently twisted; his knuckles are enlarged, and he can no longer open them more than an inch or so. Movement, touching, or use of his hands results in excruciating pain.

In clothing, he wears extravagant, finely-made garb in colors that match his dragonform. He only shifts when he absolutely needs to, and thus takes care to keep his humanoid form's clothes and trinkets - often including earrings, a pendant of some kind, and bracelets or bangles. He will rarely, if ever, wear rings; and such rings are often formed of his reiatsu, for anything else affects the curse upon his hands.

⚫ Spirits and Ghosts

Omen has mastered the ability to phase like a ghost; he is exceptionally spiritually inclined and can see and sense ghosts and spirits from great distances, as well as see the 'auras' of those around him even through walls and other solid objects. This is an ability he has limited control over - he can intensify it and make the colors in his vision fade, but he cannot make it go away completely.

At rare times, he is able to banish his physical form completely, and become a creature of spiritual essence; he loses his legs and becomes ethereal and wreathed in silvery-blue fire, with the only things that remain mostly corporeal being his crowned head. In this form, his eyes blaze like fire, as does the inside of his mouth; he can only hold the form for a few moments, and often transforms back in a flash of silver-blue flame.

Otherwise, he has the traditional circadian abilities to fly using the energy in his gems, and cannot fly if these resources are depleted. He may also see through any sort of lie or deception, including most illusions.

⚫ Omens of Justice

Once, Omen was a gentle creature; he wandered with his tribe in Lizzarkyth, and eventually courted a beautiful Auroran female. He was happy, and lived a contented life; until his path turned for the worst. He became bitter and resentful, and left Lizzarkyth for Felnova. Joining the knighthood, he sought to immerse himself in their justice. For a time, his entire being focused around this intense obsession with justice and vengeance; but when he was expelled from the Order of the Raven, he turned to sheer madness.

Omen holds an odd obsession with justice and revenge at any conceivable cost. He had taken the belief of 'an eye for an eye' far further than he should - for example, with one who has taken an eye, he would claw at their face until little remained but bone and blood. He wanders far from established laws, and goes after criminals to eradicate them in his own, twisted mockery of fighting evil. He is driven and arrogant, relentless, and will never drop pursuit of any target no matter what other circumstances may arise. He's much like a starving wolf with a bone; if one should interrupt a chase or attempt to stop him, then that one would become a target as well.

He is rather stoic and guarded when not actively hunting a criminal; he trusts few, and almost never shows his emotions. He believes himself incapable of doing any wrong, and will argue against any who attempt to show him the error of his ways. Deep within, he is a broken beast wreathed in rage and grief. He is a sad creature, much like a child, and when he breaks - all hell rains down with his tears.

⚫ Broken Oaths

Omen began his life in the deep forests of Lizzarkyth, born to two proud Umbran parents. He grew up as a perfect hatchling, then fledgling; never got in trouble, and was always keeping other fledglings from getting into too much trouble. He was fascinated by spirits, and loved tales told by moonlight of ghosts and souls. As he matured into an adult, he was also fascinated by dawn and dusk; he stayed up often until sun's early light, and eventually met a beautiful Auroran he soon fell in love with.

Courting her became a daily ritual; he would meet her at dawn, and bring her little gifts and trinkets, spend as much time as he dared watching the sun rise, before going to sleep dreaming of her. As the years progressed, they had a Pure circadian hatchling together... and that was where everything fell apart.

A storm hit late one night; a violent storm that shook the Lizzarkythian forests to the core. Trees were ripped from the ground ad flung wide - Umbrans who had taken to the sky were driven earthwards, and no Auroran was able to sleep. Fearing for their hatchling's safety, his Auroran mate took the child and fled into a network of local caves, thinking that she and their hatchling would be safe while Omen guarded the entrance. But then, the source of the storm was revealed - a maddened storm elemental, stricken with insanity, came upon Omen alone, and fixated on him as the source of its misfortune.

They fought, then, before the cave; and the elemental beat the Umbran into the ground. Burnt and bloodied, shocked and waterlogged, Omen became desperate. As the stricken elemental readied a killing blow, he shifted and threw himself out of the way, missing a deadly lightning bolt just in time. However, in haste to act, he hadn't realized he didn't have the energy to shift back. He prepared for the sacrifice to come, and pulled every ounce of energy from the gemstones embedded into his skin, concentrating it in a swirling ball of magic in his hands -

- and then he loosed the energy in a powerful blast at the elemental, but it backfired and enveloped him in a flash of painful white -

The next thing he knew, he awoke with a startling, burning pain in his hands, laying in the mud and wreckage of the storm's rampage, an afternoon sun glistening in the sky. Everything he did brought new pain to his hands, but he ignored them, instead stricken with panic - he sloshed into the waterlogged caverns, seeking his mate and their hatchling to little avail. While he and the elemental fought, the caverns had flooded... and it was only after hours and hours of restless searching that he found their child in the muddy water, drowned and lifeless. His mate would never have abandoned their baby; and so her fate was presumed, as he fell into grief.

Later, he found that the tribe had fled once the elemental revealed itself; he came to them with a plea for justice, wanting the entire tribe to track down the elemental and make it pay for its crimes, to achieve vengeance for the deaths of his mate and their hatchling. However, it was not the tribe's way - they were peaceful, and moved on. He became enraged, and left after destroying the Kagan's personal tent, fleeing to Felnova in search of someone to better help him gain his revenge. As he was not strong enough yet, he joined an Order of knights there as a squire to a grand old dragon, and let his anger and grief simmer, hidden out of sight.

He learned many things while he was there. As he advanced from a squire to a knight, and from the Order of the Sword to the Order of the Raven, he learned how to use his abilities to phase like a ghost, and even transform himself into a ghostly version of himself for limited periods of time. However, he could never master any sort of magic or weaponry in his human form - his hands remained gnarled and agonizingly painful, refusing healing from even the most skilled of the Orders' healers. He eventually stopped shifting almost completely, save for moving around in confined spaces. His dragonform had none of the curse-pain from his battle with the elemental. However, this scarring only served to fuel his obsession with vengeance - and a twisted sense of justice born of such obsession began to overtake his entire life.

Captured prisoners began to die in his care; skirmishes he was involved in rarely rendered survivors. Even squires assigned to him suffered significant and cruel punishment for perceived wrongs, permanently inflicted with severe injuries. He was punished for such transgressions, and he fought them - but they did not exile him until he killed a young squire for accidentally slicing open another squire's arm.

He was pursued long by his former commanders; across three Realms, until they gave up trying to capture the ghostly circadian as he evaded their traps. He became a shadow among shadows, only rising to deal punishment and death to those who broke his unknown laws; he came upon criminals with a vengeance, and took revenge for ills both real and deceitful, never stopping to ask questions or debate the rights and wrongs of what he was doing. He fights in the name of justice, yet his justice is nothing like that of the true.

⚫ Credit Where It's Due

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Art to Spiritsai, Lamp-Post, AshesDrawn, and Metal-Beak! Sun image to dbszabo1. Background is to Rin-Shiba.