Rhamon

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NAME: Rhamon
GENDER: Male
AGE: 24

LOOKS: Rhamon has a well-toned body with muscled arms, legs and abs. His skin is bronzed, his features are classical. His bright blue eyes and dark curly hair give him an innocent appearance he gladly uses to his advantage. Rhamon smiles a lot and knows how to make himself look good.
PERSONALITY: Rhamon is a flirt. He enjoys giving compliments and going out with the fairer sex. He is very popular with both women and men and enjoys being in the center of attention. However if someone says no, Rhamon will back off. He's generally not someone who puts in a lot of effort. Which it's why it's strange he has been going out of his way to meet a certain archer "by chance" lately. 
SKILLS: Swordfighting, Socialising.
LIKES: Flirting, going out for diner and friendly competition. 
DISLIKES: Hard work, prejudice (mostly against himself) and peppers. 

FAMILY: Rhamon grew up in a family of traditional values where the men put food on the table and the women take care of the house and children. He spent a lot of time with his father, grandfathers and older brothers. He can charm the leaves from a tree, but put him in a cleaning or food-preparing situation and he won't know what to do. 
PETS: Floofy raptor Vuurklauw (m) (gift from Nexus Discord)

Hatching
The first moments after their teleport had been disorienting. They'd come from a dark, cavernous room and suddenly they were someplace bright and open. Sunlight streamed from all directions it seemed and there was something not quite right. As seconds ticked on, their minds got hold of the details. Unusual clothing, unusual people, unusual scenery.
"Do you think that maybe we're no longer on Khylar?" Rhamon asked, sounding surprisingly relaxed.
"I don't pretend to know every place on Khylar." Nayalla replied, feeling pretty stressed.
"Yeah, we're somewhere else." Rhamon repeated after watching a peculiar being walk by as if it was completely normal.
Instead of trying to work it out themselves, Rhamon did what he did best and went to ask a lovely lady in the vicintiy. She looked a bit taken aback at first, but soon she was smiling, gesticulating and clearly giving directions. Rhamon thanked her with a stellar grin and then returned.
"So we're in a place called Dragon Pact and there's more people just showing up out of the blue. Apparently it has to do with draconic magic.... and by the by, Vlekkie and Vuurklauw apparently register on the local scale as draconic pets. Our best bet is to head for the administrations building."
"How do you do that?" Nayalla asked.
"I might be outmatched cooking and camping, but in a city I'm pretty useful to be aorund." Rhamon answered with a flirty smile.
Nayalla sighed but decided that the swordfighter still had his uses and she should be thankful.
"So let's head out." she said, waving her hands to indicate Rhamon take the lead.
After 30 minutes of walking and two more friendly chats asking for directions, the duo reached their destination. They were welcomed, fed, given temporary housing and then carted into a lecture hall where they were explained where they were and what their options were. Clearly this was all well-rehearsed. Afterwards they were asked to return a few days hence to notify the administration office of their choices and future plans.
"So what are you going to do?" Nayalla asked.
"Try for a dragon of course." Rhamon answered, "What other plan is there?"
"Schooling, work, travel...." Nayalla started to list.
"Yes but all of those need money. Dragon Candidacy is the only option that's fully supported."
"You have a point." This world did not seem to be in need of archers.

About two months of lessons, trainings and waiting later, the day had finally come. The two Drakkari clutches on the sands were ready to hatch and their instructor had deemed them ready to try. Nayalla met up with Rhamon, the two of them had kept in contact, but they'd naturally grown more apart after it became clear that Nayalla would not cave for Rhamon's charms and the chance of Rhamon meeting his mother anytime soon were rather small. Still, they met up every couple of weeks since they were the only Khylarians around and it seemed like the right thing to do to keep tabs on eachother.
"Good to see you, hope we luck out." Rhamon greeted.
"Remember, even with a dragon, it'll take time for us to be able to return home."
"Spoilsport." Rhamon grinned, "But at least we'll have taken the next step."
The two followed the other approved candidates and found a comfortable spot. They'd been told that hatchings could take a while.
When the first egg finally hatched, the present candidates jumped to attention and tried to look their best. Which for some people meant standing straight and ready, and for others meant looking pretty or completely disinterested. No-one knew what the best way to act was.
A white Drakkar male with just a hint of blue appeared close to Rhamon. The hatchling had been dubbed "Flake" and seemed to imitate Rhamon's pose as he watched the swordfighter closely.
"Is it me you want, maybe?" Rhamon asked, flashing a smile.
The hatchling cocked his head and considered. He licked his lips and then hesitantly replied: "It.... is."

Adult
The Khylarian swordfighter proudly stepped forward, the growing Drakkar, now called "Urmas", right behind. The two men had heads turning wherever they went and the feeling that brought was a good one. Returning home was something that would happen in the near future. But maybe they could have a different adventure first. Urmas had been saying he'd love to try a mating flight. Every man had to start somewhere and what better place than a dragon agency to do just that? They'd have far fewer opportunities once they'd be back on Khylar. Although they could always travel of course. The perks of being bonded to a dragon.
"Drakkar." Urmas corrected.
"I was using the broad term for a mythical creature with four limbs, two wings and a tail. And I thought you couldn't mindread?"
"I can't, it was just obvious in your expression."
"I didn't know you'd be such a handful." Rhamon snickered, but without actual sting.
"You'll just have to bear with me."

Name: Urmas
Clutch Name: Flake
Gender: Male
Species: Drakkar
Parents: Moon Rakki x Earth Linden (Clutch 1)
Origin: Dragon Pact
Description:
     *Colour: Ice
     *Size: 8' at the shoulder
Personality: Eloquent | Elegant | Charismatic | Compassionate
Abilities:
     *Mental Link – The ability to form a permanent empathic link with a rider.
     *Verbal Speech – The ability to speak aloud in a manner intelligible to other species.
     *Elemental Breath Weapon – Ice Breath
     *Elemental Magic – Magic of ice, can also turn water into ice or ice back into water
     *Elemental Teleportation – Ice-based, requires ice nearby to teleport
     *Linked Teleportation – The ability to link with another creature capable of teleportation and go along with them.
     *Projective Empathy – The ability to project emotions to those around them and, with practise, pick up on the emotional state of others.
     *Drakkarel’s Gift – The ability to share their magical abilities with those they are bonded to.

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