Description
Lyric is a little over average height for most humanoids, however, he spends most of his time in the form of a small almost black teal colored cat with large blue steel like eyes. Other than that, his humanoid form is with out ears or tail, but instead has black feathered wings that span twice and half his full height. The wings them selves fold in tight, and can also mold into palm sized cutie wing tattoo's on his shoulder blades. His two most noticeable features are the black blood running through his veins, that is slightly visible through his pale skin, and the bells constantly dangling from both ears. The silver bells serve as a curse to his people, binding from them a large portion of their natural magics. It also serves as a marker, so that the Vidakun can not wonder silently in their home plain, where they are treated as a slave race, despite their unnatural dexterity and agility.
Personality
Lyradonik, or Donik for short, is quiet, and well mannered, as is required of his people. However, after recent events in his home plane, he has begun to grow more wild nature, and has started more than a few fights he could not finish. Given he is the equivalent of a runt by his peoples standards, and many assume a half-breed, he is also very shy, preferring to hide his face and nod, rather than dance about on the tables for victory.
Equipment
Silver Bell Earrings - Binding items that can not be removed, that restrict the natural chaos magic Donik possesses.
Mothers Gift Amulet - A simple looking necklace with a claw on it, that removes the physical bindings of the Silver bell earrings.
Bag of treats - An enchanted bag that spawns any edible it's owner desires, so long as the edible is of a 'desert' or 'snacking' nature, and the food will not provide actual nourishment, only flavor, and something to chew.
Holding jewel - Another simple trinket. A little jewel that is bound to Donik's chest. Only about the size of an insect, this jewel is colored deep sapphire, and it's only magical property is to hold the items of it's owner when it's owner shifts into a beast form.
Traveling robes - His out fit of choice. An open skirt / loose pant like bottom with not shoes, and ending halfway past the calves. The top half is only a scarf. There is also a basic tunic, and laced boots for the robes, and they are worn in 3 different shades. Black, silver, and white.
Spirals Claws - His one and only weapon to wield. A two part weapon mimicking his natural claws, and increasing their size 3 times over, then reducing it to only two claws.
History
Donik is a half breed, the result of one of the Master races getting a little too friendly with a slave race in the realm of Mon' Thrall. As such, Donik wasn't very much liked by most others. His mother was Vae' Dun, or 'Of the Stone Heart'. The master race of the underground. his father was Vidakul, a feline like beast race attached by blood to the energies of the Chaos Storm. The Chaos storm is a maelstrom visible with in the core of the realm. More or less lightning, and lots of it. Growing up was easy enough though. His mother kept him in secret for most of his life, raising him with the intention of one day sending him off. When the Orimor came down from the mountains after their thousand year hibernation to again raid the villages and cities for food thogh, Donik volunteered to march off to war by his father's side. As usual, there was little to be done about the monstrous Orimor. After the countless losing battles, Donik gathered what few things mattered to him, and found a way out of his realm, and to another place where maybe some day he might simply be.
So begins...
A snapple, a crackle, then a pop, and Lyradonik landed solidly in another reality. The silver bells dangling from his feline ears jingled lightly, creating a broken echo as he sat there. His eyes were wide open, staring at almost everything at once. Or he had seemed to be trying to.
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Man this city is HUGE!
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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