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Narcissus
Topic Started: Jun 12 2011, 11:28 PM (198 Views)
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a wounded soldier
Narcissus

Name: Narcissus/Niv'yssil
Nicknames: Narc, Plague
Race: Dragon
Breed: Aryan/Syrask/Syneath
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Breed Origin: The Hive, Archenam; Nyrvyria
Orientation: Plague, Virus, Disease, Unborn Killer
Mount Type: Evian-Seethen
Blood Type: Emergent Cells
Body Type: Both Flesh and Skeletal
Flight Capable: Yes
Heart of a Aryan: Vyr'Ryyvn
Alliance: Syneath, Sanguyne, Anthraxia, AnneVangyne, Asphyxian, Syrian, Syre, Dy'kluin
Rivalries: Acolyte, Syrask, Anthraxian enemies, AnneVangyne enemies, Devian, Hysteric, Caltyic
Mouth/Body Mists Color: Crimson-vermilion, acidic-green/yellow
Element(s): Elemental; Electricity and Fire being their main elements
Chemicals: Death's Rave, Radian, Liquid Nitrogen, Immersion, Permafrost, Dry Ice, Rapine, Sanguine, Vatyr, Nycetris, Dstylar, Emergence Strain
Attributes: Paranormal Abilities, Gravitational Forces, Necromancy, ascendancy over Undead and life; ability to shift (shape shifting). Most Aryans being doppelgangers (doppelgängers). Blood Rave, Darkness
Bone/Hide Metal: Eyrn
Height: 23 ft.
Length: 38 ft.
Weight: 13 tons
Wingspan: 136 ft.
Rider: Avynn Ryslin
Personality: Vindictive, volatile, cunning, uncanny and heartless as they say. Narcissus is rather sly and wise, however, his temper snaps faster than a blink of an eye. With what is called a disorder is now a disease in his body, a monster trapped within closed doors. The eyes of a natural born killer, the burning crimson-sanguine and also an acidic-green, the snapping motion of his bones conduct his well hidden omniscient traits. Narcissus was born in a world of wrath, in which for his creation, was to exterminate all life and mass produce other creatures such as him. Vicarious and virulent, he has no will in allowing a creature to live that steps past his vision. Ruthless he is, his rider is, however, so much like him in various views.

History: "You knew this would happen... We all did."

A impact when it came to being born, and a forethought on the inspiration of a new "breed." Completing the DNA structure with Syrask blood, fusing it with Aryan, they created a monster beyond comparison. There was only one thing missing from the sequence: they had to complete the DNA strand with something more powerful, which became Syneath blood. A seal to everything. Narcissus was performed in a short time, as Syneath and Syrask blood helped escalate the birthing process to which he grew. In a matter of weeks he was nearly complete in the final stage, excelling the growth rate compared to a normal birthing process in a Syneath and Aryan dragon. Experiment in a test tube, he was unfamiliar with everything, unknown compared to other dragons whom were born in the outside world, not in some glass tank. Hooked up to a life source, tubes and wires helped the dragon live and breathe within the glass tank. Some species were meant to be alone and not fused together, Syneath, Aryan and Syrask are one of them. Liking the splitting on an atom, it's an explosion waiting to happen. During the fusion of his DNA, a virus was accidentally (or purposely) placed within his DNA. The virus has been eating away at him since birth, he himself knowing that his life will end when the virus finally takes its toll in eating his body alive. Narcissus is a degeneration of a new era where simplicity becomes entity. His life has became the elegant sand in a sand glass. Soon enough his time will run out, falling like the mighty Titan he will soon become. He never chose his life, nor had the chance to make it. It was given and taken away, like the rest of his own body and will.


Story:
Sparks flickered within the enclosed room, lights merely dimmed compared to their full ability to produce immense lighting in the room. Wires and cables writhed over the surface of the tiled floor, breaching out towards a machine that lied in the back corners of the room, the power shortage breaking the valves and electricity within the life support machine. A large stasis tank stood abroad in the back of the massive testing chamber of the facility, broken glass shattered all over the floor as something had breached through its walls and escaped through its very own enclosed imprisonment. Held captive for so many years and now left abandoned as it was brought into this world and not left for dead, hiding from everything known to the planet. As the lights beacon over the tiles of the floor, a short glimpse of a crimson liquid inked over the surface shimmered in the dimming shortage of light. A pooling dark-crimson color spread vastly amongst the tiles, heeding its way through the cracks between them like streaming rivers, ending its journey as it met with a fleshy mass that crossed its path. The scales withering from its body like feathers upon a bird's wing, its body lied massively limp over the floor, the eyes concealed and closed for centuries, lying dormant and lifeless. Wings spread vastly across the surface of the floor, the flattening of the membranes cold to the touch and visible with the blackening blanket of darkness flooding the room. A soft hiss lingered in the room, along with a cold breeze flushing out through the cracked corridor doors. An eerie vibe lingering closely to the creature lying restlessly on the ground, the enclosed feeling of an odd presence being in the chamber. It was a manifest gliding over the creature, a shadowy cascade breaching over the surface of the floor, the lights making it harder to catch a clear, vivid glimpse of the monster lying on the ground.

No residual markings resting on the creature, it seemed rather uncanny and un-native to the formalities of its origin. Skeletal aberrations over the body give a short idea of the DNA structure that was fused to creature such a creature. The talons nicely curved and sharp, tipped with a dark tip black lining at the tips of the talons. The body gleamed a nice fluent ash-colored black with tiger-like strips near the base of the tail, ending at the very tip. Bones protruding from the flesh, the beauty was seemingly endless, in most cases when it comes to a specific type of creature: dragon. However, this was a dragon, but one that is uncanny unlike most. The name rings an unwelcoming tone to it, abiding by nothing but to obey its own creation and what it was created to do: kill and extinguish. A metallic smell filled the room as blood pooled from the dragon's body and from something else lingering within the room... The dragon's rider. A female of a formality and yet abandoned just like the dragon. The dragon lied in wait, nonetheless unable to take its first breath ever since the breaking out of its own tank, the rider returned with a more dead fashion like the dragon. Acidic-green ovals ran across in a streak over the left flanks, running from the end of the shoulders to the middle base of the tail. There was an importance to these ovals: they harvested a foreign acid. An acid only known to the Syrask race. A dragon hybrid of the three main species: Syneath, Aryan and Syrask. Two of them being the major importance of Nyrvyria and one of them being the main enemy of the two major breeds. As complications go, the dragon was rather difficult and on the rage of expiration in life. A virus was implanted within its body, knowingly killing off the dragon slowly as it was young and invulnerable at the moment. The virus is rather foreign to the breed and no vaccine available at the state. The virus is more over at a severe and unstable state in its mutation, to where it can become fatal and the dragon is unknown to it and its defenses it has set up for it. The rider on the other hand: she has been infected like her dragon as well, but she holds a greater liability towards her dragon. A strong link between the two. As one dies, so does the other. It becomes a risk for the both of them.

Living, breathing or not. The dragon and rider have became a bonded pact. Like all Syneath, they form a bond or pact with their rider. But they have to lose something in turn. She, of course, had to lose her sight in order to be with the dragon. In return, the dragon becomes her own sight: his eyes were her only way of seeing, let alone her senses becoming keen. It is a trade off for the both of them. But she lies in wake, awaiting for her dragon's reprisal and waking moment. But that time was shortening for the both of them.

"You are just as blind as I am..."

Characteristics: Narcissus has the ability to produce a resonating frequency, conducting and producing a high octave, pitch and tone in which has the ability to shatter a diamond. More over, two glands are embedded in the back of his throat with the ability to harvest and produce an acid that is rare and unheard of. Native to his breed, Narcissus is nonetheless the only one of his kind. Bred and held captive in a stasis tank, he was created by man, however. As legends speak, they say this form of species can breathe spit-fire acid from the gullet of its throat. That remains unknown if the such species can, but only Narcissus knows whether or not the legend is in fact true to its nature. Built in a stasis tank (rather much to say, born in a test tube), he was brought by two DNA strands. One of the failed test—his brother: Niv'yssil—and his own created by human scientists, he was born with nearly in trickery: a split personality. Between him and his brother, the odds are endless and even then, who is who is far too much to judge by. With the wings, they fall from his body, giving him the weight of flight. When the wings leave his body, some bones reside to be... missing. To help pertain a small weight for flight, some of his bones rather "disappear" to allow a lighter weight, giving him the advantage of a draft in speed, velocity and momentum he needs. The membranes between the wing fingers are torn and rigid, also giving the effects of his body and how he was made to perform his own ethics and nature. His rider, nonetheless, provides the best for him, giving him the strength and power he needs.

Body Color: His image is darkened and faint, like you would find in most Aryan or Syrask dragons. But then upholds the dragonic features and the bone of the mighty Syneath dragons. Along his hide is rather an amethyst-black taint, marking with dark black patches around the flanks. Spikes running up his shoulders, it proves him as a reckless killer in size. He may seem small, but size doesn't matter upon his own view and power. Bones protruding out from his flesh, he is a representation of his fallen foes and enemies. What they used to be, in all creation, what they wanted him to be. Thick acidic-green ovals line along his body, which harvest the acid in his body and blood-stream. A thick sheet of flesh embedded over the ovals help protect the acid within side of the ovals, allowing himself the ability to break open the large pores. His head is equipped with a strong exo-bone, much like a skeleton, but on the outside. With a cat-like slim bony, but yet robust, his speed is inevitable and unknown, but known to be much more powerful than what the Dy'kluin can perform. Built to kill, built for speed and anything else that could run in the way, his body is meant to evolve to master anything that evokes his so-called "mission." What he was created to do, yet seemingly doesn't persist to it.

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