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Age: Youngish adult
Race: Half Ork
Elvis (birth name: Greshford Browcrusher) is a dark-skinned half ork with
thick dark brown hair, pointed ears and fangs that just won't stay inside
his mouth. He keeps a scruffy beard that's more the result of not
bothering to shave than an effort to actually have a beard. His eyes are a
light amber and were inherited from his human mother.
Personality: Elvis is a gentle, quiet man who thirsts for
knowledge. He was born from a human mother and an ork father who had
formed a love match but grew apart due to the huge differences in their
ideologies. Though his parents were only briefly married, they did both
love their son and he spent about equal time in both environments. He just
never quite fit in. His orkish features were too noticeable for humans to
feel comfortable and too delicate for orks to take him serious. Elvis
learned to keep to himself and found pleasure in learning and music. His
favourite genre is rockabilly and he has taken the name of his idol for
his own, choosing to be just as free a spirit as the mysterious human who
might just be out there.
When he was old enough to graduate from school, Elvis decided to start
looking for his place in the world and started by joining a religious
order of space monks. Suddenly being surrounded by people from all over
the galaxy, Elvis was no longer the strange one out and he has felt more
at home recently.
Skills: Meditating, Quiet contemplation.
Enjoys: Rockabilly, Wild dancing (with hip-shaking) and reading.
Dislikes: Injustice, Prejudice and Indifference.
Elvis walked along the monastery's open hallways. He tried to pass by the
quiet courtyard at least once a day. Something about the place calmed his
heart and mind. Though most of his life could be called quiet and calm,
his mind and heart were usually in turmoil. It was as if the careful
succession of chords in the music he loved so much had been thrown in
disarray. Like there were dissonant notes that disturbed his focus while
he meditated, that pained his heart when he was enjoying the beauty of
nature and that jangled his peace of mind so that he could find no
Strangely the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant. Though Elvis'd never
particularly felt drawn to it, something about the way his insides felt
had him thinking of jazz. It was like something was about to happen and
his very being was taut with energy.
Elvis sat down on a bench and looked out to the courtyard. The courtyard
had been carefully planned, with razor sharp borders and squares. And yet
even here he could see the little imperfections that somehow made the
whole seem entirely beautiful. Inside himself he could almost hear the
music, but the place was very quiet. Not a bird or insect dared make a
But there was something out there. The longer he looked at the courtyard,
Elvis just felt there was something out there. Something to be feared,
something to love, something to be revered. Something dear.
And while the young man was looking intently, a faint form seemed to move
slyly along the path. Hardly visible but undoubtedly there. Elvis wasn't
afraid as he felt this presence was linked to the music.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" he called.
The dragon who'd spent several days in the monastery, hidden from view,
pondered if the time had come to make his presence known. He'd been born
far away, on a different world. But he'd been allowed to travel and his
eye had spied plenty of wonders. Usually he didn't stick around but
something at this temple had caught his interest. A mind that resonated
with a different kind of music but that felt not strange at all. In fact
Vesperum's own brand of music so complimented the other's sound that he
had wanted to meet.
But not all humans had been around dragons and he knew that his kind
inspired fear in most of the weaker sentient races. Vesperum would not
harm a soul - not much anyway. So he'd been careful in approaching the
humanoid. The sounds between them were harmonious and all Vesperum could
hear was wonder and curiosity. So he took his chances and appeared from
his intangible state.
"Greetings", he said,
"My name is Vesperum Soloculi."
"Greshford Bonecrusher." Elvis responded, seeming to sense
that this creature would need to know everything about him.
"That name doesn't suit you."
the dragon remarked.
"It doesn't." Elvis agreed, "You can call me Elvis."
A fun riff resounded between them as the dragon chuckled and said: "I
bonded at Abstract
Name: Vesperum Soloculi
Colour: Black, Violet and Orange
Personality: Lazy, cunning and pleasure-seeking. Vesperum won't
allow anyone to tell him what he's supposed to be doing. He will let you
know whether he likes you or not and if he doesn't you won't be seeing
much of him. Vesperum will work for those he likes and has been known to
be bribed. He likes the night life.
Soloculi x Yu
Adult height: 10' (anywhere from 5' to 20')
Standard abilities: Telepathy, Teleportation, and Verbal
*Chameleon: The ability to manipulate the colors and patterns on one's
*Minor Intangibility: The ability to go incorporeal or
"ghostlike", remaining half-visible but able to pass through
solid objects while moving at a slower speed than normal.
It hadn't taken Elvis and Vesperum long to realise that their new bond
wasn't something that should be contained in the monastery. There was room
for them but once again Elvis was different. Neither of them would ever be
truly alone again, but they yearned to follow their music and find others
like them. Vesperum had told Elvis about the Nexus and the worlds of
dragons and dragonriders.
The two of them hopped in between the worlds, visiting the weyrs, caers,
nidus and other agencies. They brought with them their music and their
love for the freedom of spirit it brought them. They worked when they
needed to help, sang when they needed to entertain and at times they
chased, looking for a love to rival all the songs that had ever been sung
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