Post by Nysat & Whirlwind on Jan 5, 2016 11:42:25 GMT 1
NAME: Nysat Leita
Nickname: Harmál (meaning 'Tall Tale/Story')
AGE: 19
ORIGIN: A little village in the highlands North of Red Rock Capital (Scottland)
OCCUPATION: Rider and Traveler
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male. Asexual [could change].
LIKES:
Exploring: Experiencing new things for himself, good and bad, is always exhilarating. Meeting new people, being in new places, learning new things; that's something he can never say he'll be able to give up for anything.
Telling stories: Being the center of attention is one thing, but entertaining while in it is entirely different. He loves the way people look at and treat him after telling them about his adventures, or offering tales he's heard from someone else along the way. And if he stretches the truth every once in awhile, there's nothing fundamentally wrong about it as long as the listeners are happy.
Archery: He's had his longbow since before he could count to ten. An old saying in his family way, an ordinary archer practices until they get it right, but a Leita practices until they never get it wrong, and he strives for his arrows to hit their target without failure.
Showing off: He doesn't always want to be the center of attention, but when he does he wants to make that attention deserved. Everyone wants to inflate their ego every so often, right?
DISLIKES:
Being shown up: There's nothing worse than showing off, then someone doing what you did but better and in front of everyone who was previously impressed by you. Even worse when you challenge them and they win, then you're both a fool and a failure.
Close combat: He's not particularly weak, but his close range fighting skills are limited to being on the defensive. He's a very easy target when you can get close enough.
Being talked down to: It's one thing to be a know-it-all, but to be condescending about it is a whole nother level of annoying that grates on his nerves. (Mainly applies to Humans)
Relationships: Though he's not entirely against the idea of having one, right now he just think of it as staying in one place for far too long.
STRENGTHS:
Excellent aim: While he isn't a master archer, he can confidently say that his shots hardly miss their targets often.
Agile: He may not be the best fighter, but his lithe build means he'll avoid your weapon until you either catch him or get too tired to keep going.
Determined: When he wants something he'll find a way to get it no matter what.
Confident: No matter what, Nysat believes that he can figure a way out of nearly any situation life throws at him, especially when his dragon is with him. He trusts himself and Whirlwind before anyone else.
Draganese: He can understand and speak it well enough, in his opinion.
WEAKNESSES:
Ships: Seasickness, it's just horrible.
Headstrong: He needs a good whack on the head to be told he's wrong about something when he doesn't want to believe it.
Restless: He can't stay in one place for too long without a legitimate reason. If he can't keep himself interested and can't leave for some reason he tends to get really twitchy and annoying.
Aloof: In a way, he's kind of trap in his own head, so when he does something wrong to someone he doesn't understand why they're upset. This usually only happens when he's trying to help them.
Lightweight: He can't hold his alcohol for anything and is liable to get drunk after a single keg or two.
FEARS:
Never being able to travel or fly again, being trapped anywhere for any reason, drowning, getting too attached to someone, and someone getting too attached to him.
AMBITIONS:
See as much of the world as possible, be the best archer the world has ever seen, discovering as many new things as he can, make a name for himself so people will talk about him long after he's dead.
SECRETS:
He doesn't want to be forgotten or completely alone, but he's uncomfortable around people when they start to get emotionally attached to him and tends to disappear without saying anything when he realizes he's getting attached to them.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Nysat is your typical adventurer. He has to keep going, has to keep experiencing and learning something new, has to tell his stories to whoever's willing to listen. He can't fall into a routine without trying to find trouble.
That being said, when you first meet him, he's a cheerful and playful guy. He likes to entertain, make others laugh, cheer people up, teach someone about something new. He lives off of praise and awe from telling his stories and showing off his talents. When no one pays him any mind, he goes off to find someone doing something he wants to know more about. He wants to like the people around him as much as he wants them to like him.
When left to his own devices, he lives off the land in the forest rather than staying within the community. As much as he wants to know people and as much as he wants them to know him, his independent nature has him prefer to fend for himself instead of mooching off of someone's hospitality. At times he does feel strangely vulnerable when put into a position where people can see more than what he wants them to show them, and he's not sure how he feels about that.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: At 6'7, Nysat has a lithe build, very little bulk but more than enough muscle to be a competent fighter. His eyes are a very dull green and his skin is pale white. His shaggy black hair rests just above his neck, bangs falling above his brow, and looks like he cuts it with his hunting knife. The knife always at his hip in a sheath along with a sword. His bow is always slung along his back along with his quiver.
His long sleeved shirt and leggings are light blue, with white furs overlaying them in the for form of a vest and pants. His heavy boots are a made of dull gray furs. After particularly long flights his face is covered by a blank mask and his head is covered in a white scarf.
Nysat has a scar that runs up his left arm and stops at the elbow, this feature is usually covered.
REPRESENTATION:
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HISTORY: Nysat was born to a rich, profitable village in mountain land; where Vikings sold their culture for stability and work to the much more powerful nations, ruled by the Red Rock kingdom, they could never defeat on their own. In those lands dragons weren't a threat, they were a mystery. Elusive beings that rarely attacked and were hardly seen; they were to be feared, yet they were trophy animals. To the people of Griechen, dragons were abominations, demons from an underworld that came with mixed cultures and eroding values.
So even when they agreed to be men-at-arms to the people of stronger nations, they kept their children well versed in the old ways. But as years passed, it was harder and harder to keep their children ingrained in the old superstitions when there was so much to be gained looking beyond them. The Viking way was replaced with a militarian regime where boys were given weapons as soon as they could hold them, had drills and lessons pounded into them until they were perfect in the eyes of their instructors.
Of all places, Nysat had to be the troublemaker in that environment. Asked too many questions, was a habitual liar, played pranks on their mentors, shirked his chores, even skipped his lessons from time to time. Which led to punishments, being assigned grueling tasks, being left out of any events that were happening, and especially being forced to practice until his arms were numb or until it was too dark to see. He didn't mind. The ever crafty boy still managed to sneak away when he wanted to on most occasions, but as time went on it became harder and harder to do anything without someone watching and waiting to reprimand him.
But even when he wasn't the adult's biggest fans, his peers saw him as a type of legend. That may have had something to do with his stories, which may have been exaggerated when he told them, but they believed most of what he said just from the way the boy acts. Being forced to practice his marksmanship until the wee hours of the night might be miserable at the time, but the awe on his friend's faces, when the fruits of his labor were on display, was spectacular.
As the years went by he continued to infuriate his superiors with his antics, to the point where they threatened to send him to the country to serve his people through farming. Or to put it the way he heard them, they were going to send him to the most boring and mundane part of the land with little to no way of getting out of it. The thought of a life like that made a shiver run down his spine.
He tried to be on his best behavior after that, he really did, but his natural restlessness overcame what little willpower he had when he friends convinced him to deal with his chores later and goof off with them in the forest. The group was found immediately, and the man who found them had spelled out every one of their punishments. The look of stubborn disappointment on that man's face left no doubt to where Nysat was headed by daylight tomorrow.
Instead of going back with the others, he ran deeper into the woods, until he reached the large mound of rock at the base of village's mountains and started climbing. It was stupid to do, he knew it was stupid to do, and he had to go back eventually, but he had to keep moving. He didn't want to think about how badly he screwed up, how mundane he just made his life just to screw around. Why could he just do what he's told for once?
Then he stopped, standing on a natural path the mountain had and wiped his face without realizing there was any moisture there to begin with. Who was he kidding, if he couldn't listen to simple instructions now how could he be a defender of the kingdom when the time came? As an archer no less, he had to listen or make a mistake that would cost the life of the warriors in his party. He wouldn't be allowed to goof around once he was there, run off whenever he felt like...
Nysat's legs seemed to collapse under him as he sat down, "I was going to be sent out to the farms no matter what... who wants a soldier who can't just listen!" He punched the stone wall of the mountain... and immediately felt regret. He doubled over his bruised fist that took his mind off his mental and emotional turmoil for a moment. "Why did I do that!?"
He stood again, walking and climbing along the trail in a slow, somber manner until the sun faded from the sky. But he couldn't find it in himself to go back, to pack his bags and be carted away from everything he knew, everything that gave him a chance to be remembered, to become nothing but a target for raiders and warmongers.
Spotting a cave not too far ahead, he decided if they wanted to send him away they could just come and find him. It was a rather petty thought, he would be the one who needed to go back as soon as he got thirsty, but for now, he just wanted to feel like he was spitting them.
Meanwhile, the cave rested on a high, sheer cliff. Rather easy to climb up, but a bad idea to jump down from. By the time he was up, the stars were shining overhead and the moon was raising itself into position. The cave might be a little cold and uncomfortable to sleep in, but he was fine with that. His stomach might be calling out for something to eat because his last meal was at breakfast, but he could manage skipping a meal or two. The overall experience was going to be miserable, but so was his life come tomorrow so who cared! Might as well get used to it! "Nothing could make things worse!"
His voice echoed above the forest for the moment it took to take a few deep breaths and calm himself down a little. Another moment passed and a deep, rumbling growl from within the cave, "Oh no..." He took a few slow, tentative steps back towards cliff before something big charged at him from the darkness. He ducked down into a crouch, arms protecting his head as soon as the creature jumped; but instead of hearing panicked cries and a painful thud, he experienced a roar and the sound of wing beats.
Slowly, he turned around, "D... de... Dragon..." He heard stories about dragons, encounters, how they may have gone extinct, how demons ride them during their hunts with hounds made of fire and rock. He wasn't sure he even believed dragons existed, but now one was hovering over him in the skies... and coming back towards him.
Nysat was not going to trap himself in that cave, instead opting to jump despite knowing the obvious injuries that would come from it. As long as he could move, he was safe, is what he was thinking. When his shoulder dislocated and ribs cracked from trying to lessen the blow on his lower body the teen realized what a horrendously stupid decision that was. The sharp pain in his arm was so great he almost didn't feel the jagged rock that pierced his limp arm and gouged a deep cut from just above his wrist to his elbow.
Before he could get over the shockingly violent amount of pain he was in, the wind moved around him fast, furious, and heavy before he was swept off the ground and held in the dragon's claws as it flew away, "No... no, put me down! Help! Somebody, help me!" He groaned and yelled and squirmed until his body forced him to stop due to the pain of his injuries and from general exhaustion. Unknown to him, the people in his village did send out a search party and saw Nysat being carried away, but there was precious little they could do to save him by then.
The teen woke in a cave sometime later. Had it all been a dream? Trying to sit up confirmed that, no, he had jumped off a cliff like an idiot. But had he really been carried off by a dragon? It took a minute, but he registered that he was shirtless, chest had been set in a type of caste, and his arm had been relocated and bandaged as well. Below him was a bed mat made out of some soft material he couldn't recognize.
Then he heard a deep rumbling sound behind him. As soon as he turned around Nysat yelled and scrambled to get into a standing position, only for the huge thing to slam its giant paw down on him and force him to lay down face first. It's roar nearly defended him in the echo chamber of the dragon's home before it sat back a few paces away and watched him with eyes much too intelligent for an animal.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest while his breathing came in, in ragged bursts made worse by the pain in his lungs. Too many questions were swimming around his head for him to really think, he was stuck relying on the base instinct that made his body lock up. The boy almost missed the new sound of wingbeats, "Oh Thor, save me." He might not be afraid of death, but he was definitely afraid of what two dragons would do to him.
"W'll, I'm no Thor, but I'll see wut I con with ye."
His head slowly turned back towards the entrance to see a round-bellied man patting the new dragon's head as though it were some big dog, "What...?"
"Oh, don't mind these two, they're harmless. In fact, I think that lass there ma'e'ave claimed ye fer her own." The large man sat the boy up and started poking and prodding around his bandages.
"Claimed...? What are you talking about? Ow! Hey, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm makin' sure yer healing right. Don't want any misplaced ribs healin' while it's pokin' inta yer airsac."
"Could be a little more gentle about it..." Nysat muttered, "But what about the claiming thing?"
"Right, that. See, this good lookin' lass here's what we call'a Longwing. They're attracted ta idiots an' children. Bein' both don't hurt none too bad either."
Rightly, Nysat was offended. But after some time, he warmed up to the old Viking and learned they were in a type of nest. Most dragons have abandoned the mainland, but the stubborn ones stayed around, growing to see humans as a type of novelty to have around. Humans could do many things a dragon couldn't, and even if they couldn't train the human to behave killing them brought its own kind of status.
But in this nest humans and dragons had a type of understanding, they respected one another. Lived together, worked together, a few even flew together! Nysat learned the Longwing's reason for bring him here was because he looked like he would get himself killed being on his own. Punching rocks and jumping off high places weren't exactly smart, he'll admit, but come on! He did those things because of the situation, he wasn't thinking.
At that last statement, he was pretty sure that dragon was giving him a look that said he proved her point. From that moment, he decided he'd show this dragon by training her to do what he wanted. In reality, he just amused her so much she decided Nysat was officialy her human and actually ended up training him.
Regardless, they bonded as close friends. Whirlwind made sure to keep Nysat busy with things he enjoyed doing to keep him out of trouble, introduced him to people in the nest who could teach him new things, made sure he was tired out before taking time to relax herself, and generally treated him like a pet puppy because she couldn't help it and he never noticed. It was their dynamic.
But the constraints of life in the nest couldn't keep him busy forever, so Whirlwind decided it was time for some exploring. The two would wander farther and farther away from the nest, their absences becoming longer and the occupants would wait to hear the tales Nysat had from their adventures. Whirlwind, of course, told anyone who spoke dragonese true version behind his back, so the nickname Harmal gained ground. Nysat took it in stride, people still preferred his version of events, so there was no harm in it.
Eventually, they had to leave their friends behind. By then Nysat was good enough at Dragonese to understand what Whirlwind said on his own. Their partnership was put on even grounds, sort of. As even as Whirlwind calling the important shots while Harmal thinks he's calling the important shots. Before they left, the teen considered going back to see his friends and mentors, showing them he was alright, at least, but... he knew the kingdom. Even if his own people, former Vikings, accepted that dragons weren't monstrous beings... you can't change the opinion of a nation. Or at least, he couldn't.
So he left the mainland behind with few regret and with even fewer worries.
While Whirlwind left the mainland with a pretty good partner, who sometimes needs a few whacks on the head with her tail.
It wasn't until at least a year into their travels did they find out it wasn't all of Red Rock that was against dragons. But he still didn't go back knowing there was a chance Red Rock would enlist him into their armies, and he wasn't willing to give up his freedom just yet.
FAMILY:
Father: Vigr
Mother: Eggtog
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
Long Bow: A simple wooden bow, sixty inches tall(1.5 meters or 5 feet) with a draw weight of 80 pounds. It's his favorite.
Military Long Bow: Only used when warned of an intense battle, another wooden bow sixty inches tall but with a draw weight of 95 pounds.
Throwing knife: A lightweight, carefully balanced knife mainly used when the long bows aren't an option.
Sword: An unremarkable piece of steel attached to a leather hilt, only used in defensive combat as he's untrained to use it competently any other way.
FIGHTING STYLE: Long distance archer. Close ranged he's majorly defensive and hesitant to let down his guard to attack, majorly relies on Whirlwind in these situations.
DRAGON:
NAME: Whirlwind
GENDER: Female
TYPE: Longwing
APPEARANCE: Whirlwind looks like a typical Longwing, blue in color, but with a long scar traveling from the back of her neck to her back leg on her left side, she's 20 feet long with 40 feet long wings, 15'9 feet high on all four.
PERSONALITY: Whirlwind fancies herself at a higher status than most creatures, having a general knowledge base that many don't and being a fast learner when it comes to many things. That being said, she's less likely to admit she's wrong about something than Nysat. Both rider and dragon need to be convinced a new idea is their idea, but they'll be quick to say it was yours when it fails. While Whirlwind can be made to do something that way, she's equally likely to manipulate you into doing things her way. The main reason she took Harmal was because no one wanted to believe a dragon could train a human (A fact he still doesn't know).
That being said, she is fiercely protective of her little headstrong human and allows him to believe he's in charge in order to protect his ego. Unknown to her, Nysat has found ways to manipulate her as well, namely through praising her at the right moments and hunt down her favorite foods. That being said, Whirlwind is wary around strange humans and dragons no matter where they're from and it only takes one wrong move during an early introduction to gain a near permanent distrust from her.
STRENGTHS:
-Resourceful
-Agile
-Clever
-Fast
-Manipulative
WEAKNESSES:
-Stubborn as a mule
-Can't fly when wings are wet
-Too prideful, makes her easy to manipulate.
-Unforgiving, if you hadn't earned her trust before doing something that could harm her, she will never trust you without an extremely good reason (Mainly applies to Humans)
Stats:
Attack: 15
Speed: 25
Armor: 8
Firepower: 13
Shot Limit: 12
Venom: 0
Jaw Strength: 6
Stealth: 3
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Nickname: Harmál (meaning 'Tall Tale/Story')
AGE: 19
ORIGIN: A little village in the highlands North of Red Rock Capital (Scottland)
OCCUPATION: Rider and Traveler
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male. Asexual [could change].
LIKES:
Exploring: Experiencing new things for himself, good and bad, is always exhilarating. Meeting new people, being in new places, learning new things; that's something he can never say he'll be able to give up for anything.
Telling stories: Being the center of attention is one thing, but entertaining while in it is entirely different. He loves the way people look at and treat him after telling them about his adventures, or offering tales he's heard from someone else along the way. And if he stretches the truth every once in awhile, there's nothing fundamentally wrong about it as long as the listeners are happy.
Archery: He's had his longbow since before he could count to ten. An old saying in his family way, an ordinary archer practices until they get it right, but a Leita practices until they never get it wrong, and he strives for his arrows to hit their target without failure.
Showing off: He doesn't always want to be the center of attention, but when he does he wants to make that attention deserved. Everyone wants to inflate their ego every so often, right?
DISLIKES:
Being shown up: There's nothing worse than showing off, then someone doing what you did but better and in front of everyone who was previously impressed by you. Even worse when you challenge them and they win, then you're both a fool and a failure.
Close combat: He's not particularly weak, but his close range fighting skills are limited to being on the defensive. He's a very easy target when you can get close enough.
Being talked down to: It's one thing to be a know-it-all, but to be condescending about it is a whole nother level of annoying that grates on his nerves. (Mainly applies to Humans)
Relationships: Though he's not entirely against the idea of having one, right now he just think of it as staying in one place for far too long.
STRENGTHS:
Excellent aim: While he isn't a master archer, he can confidently say that his shots hardly miss their targets often.
Agile: He may not be the best fighter, but his lithe build means he'll avoid your weapon until you either catch him or get too tired to keep going.
Determined: When he wants something he'll find a way to get it no matter what.
Confident: No matter what, Nysat believes that he can figure a way out of nearly any situation life throws at him, especially when his dragon is with him. He trusts himself and Whirlwind before anyone else.
Draganese: He can understand and speak it well enough, in his opinion.
WEAKNESSES:
Ships: Seasickness, it's just horrible.
Headstrong: He needs a good whack on the head to be told he's wrong about something when he doesn't want to believe it.
Restless: He can't stay in one place for too long without a legitimate reason. If he can't keep himself interested and can't leave for some reason he tends to get really twitchy and annoying.
Aloof: In a way, he's kind of trap in his own head, so when he does something wrong to someone he doesn't understand why they're upset. This usually only happens when he's trying to help them.
Lightweight: He can't hold his alcohol for anything and is liable to get drunk after a single keg or two.
FEARS:
Never being able to travel or fly again, being trapped anywhere for any reason, drowning, getting too attached to someone, and someone getting too attached to him.
AMBITIONS:
See as much of the world as possible, be the best archer the world has ever seen, discovering as many new things as he can, make a name for himself so people will talk about him long after he's dead.
SECRETS:
He doesn't want to be forgotten or completely alone, but he's uncomfortable around people when they start to get emotionally attached to him and tends to disappear without saying anything when he realizes he's getting attached to them.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Nysat is your typical adventurer. He has to keep going, has to keep experiencing and learning something new, has to tell his stories to whoever's willing to listen. He can't fall into a routine without trying to find trouble.
That being said, when you first meet him, he's a cheerful and playful guy. He likes to entertain, make others laugh, cheer people up, teach someone about something new. He lives off of praise and awe from telling his stories and showing off his talents. When no one pays him any mind, he goes off to find someone doing something he wants to know more about. He wants to like the people around him as much as he wants them to like him.
When left to his own devices, he lives off the land in the forest rather than staying within the community. As much as he wants to know people and as much as he wants them to know him, his independent nature has him prefer to fend for himself instead of mooching off of someone's hospitality. At times he does feel strangely vulnerable when put into a position where people can see more than what he wants them to show them, and he's not sure how he feels about that.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: At 6'7, Nysat has a lithe build, very little bulk but more than enough muscle to be a competent fighter. His eyes are a very dull green and his skin is pale white. His shaggy black hair rests just above his neck, bangs falling above his brow, and looks like he cuts it with his hunting knife. The knife always at his hip in a sheath along with a sword. His bow is always slung along his back along with his quiver.
His long sleeved shirt and leggings are light blue, with white furs overlaying them in the for form of a vest and pants. His heavy boots are a made of dull gray furs. After particularly long flights his face is covered by a blank mask and his head is covered in a white scarf.
Nysat has a scar that runs up his left arm and stops at the elbow, this feature is usually covered.
REPRESENTATION:
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HISTORY: Nysat was born to a rich, profitable village in mountain land; where Vikings sold their culture for stability and work to the much more powerful nations, ruled by the Red Rock kingdom, they could never defeat on their own. In those lands dragons weren't a threat, they were a mystery. Elusive beings that rarely attacked and were hardly seen; they were to be feared, yet they were trophy animals. To the people of Griechen, dragons were abominations, demons from an underworld that came with mixed cultures and eroding values.
So even when they agreed to be men-at-arms to the people of stronger nations, they kept their children well versed in the old ways. But as years passed, it was harder and harder to keep their children ingrained in the old superstitions when there was so much to be gained looking beyond them. The Viking way was replaced with a militarian regime where boys were given weapons as soon as they could hold them, had drills and lessons pounded into them until they were perfect in the eyes of their instructors.
Of all places, Nysat had to be the troublemaker in that environment. Asked too many questions, was a habitual liar, played pranks on their mentors, shirked his chores, even skipped his lessons from time to time. Which led to punishments, being assigned grueling tasks, being left out of any events that were happening, and especially being forced to practice until his arms were numb or until it was too dark to see. He didn't mind. The ever crafty boy still managed to sneak away when he wanted to on most occasions, but as time went on it became harder and harder to do anything without someone watching and waiting to reprimand him.
But even when he wasn't the adult's biggest fans, his peers saw him as a type of legend. That may have had something to do with his stories, which may have been exaggerated when he told them, but they believed most of what he said just from the way the boy acts. Being forced to practice his marksmanship until the wee hours of the night might be miserable at the time, but the awe on his friend's faces, when the fruits of his labor were on display, was spectacular.
As the years went by he continued to infuriate his superiors with his antics, to the point where they threatened to send him to the country to serve his people through farming. Or to put it the way he heard them, they were going to send him to the most boring and mundane part of the land with little to no way of getting out of it. The thought of a life like that made a shiver run down his spine.
He tried to be on his best behavior after that, he really did, but his natural restlessness overcame what little willpower he had when he friends convinced him to deal with his chores later and goof off with them in the forest. The group was found immediately, and the man who found them had spelled out every one of their punishments. The look of stubborn disappointment on that man's face left no doubt to where Nysat was headed by daylight tomorrow.
Instead of going back with the others, he ran deeper into the woods, until he reached the large mound of rock at the base of village's mountains and started climbing. It was stupid to do, he knew it was stupid to do, and he had to go back eventually, but he had to keep moving. He didn't want to think about how badly he screwed up, how mundane he just made his life just to screw around. Why could he just do what he's told for once?
Then he stopped, standing on a natural path the mountain had and wiped his face without realizing there was any moisture there to begin with. Who was he kidding, if he couldn't listen to simple instructions now how could he be a defender of the kingdom when the time came? As an archer no less, he had to listen or make a mistake that would cost the life of the warriors in his party. He wouldn't be allowed to goof around once he was there, run off whenever he felt like...
Nysat's legs seemed to collapse under him as he sat down, "I was going to be sent out to the farms no matter what... who wants a soldier who can't just listen!" He punched the stone wall of the mountain... and immediately felt regret. He doubled over his bruised fist that took his mind off his mental and emotional turmoil for a moment. "Why did I do that!?"
He stood again, walking and climbing along the trail in a slow, somber manner until the sun faded from the sky. But he couldn't find it in himself to go back, to pack his bags and be carted away from everything he knew, everything that gave him a chance to be remembered, to become nothing but a target for raiders and warmongers.
Spotting a cave not too far ahead, he decided if they wanted to send him away they could just come and find him. It was a rather petty thought, he would be the one who needed to go back as soon as he got thirsty, but for now, he just wanted to feel like he was spitting them.
Meanwhile, the cave rested on a high, sheer cliff. Rather easy to climb up, but a bad idea to jump down from. By the time he was up, the stars were shining overhead and the moon was raising itself into position. The cave might be a little cold and uncomfortable to sleep in, but he was fine with that. His stomach might be calling out for something to eat because his last meal was at breakfast, but he could manage skipping a meal or two. The overall experience was going to be miserable, but so was his life come tomorrow so who cared! Might as well get used to it! "Nothing could make things worse!"
His voice echoed above the forest for the moment it took to take a few deep breaths and calm himself down a little. Another moment passed and a deep, rumbling growl from within the cave, "Oh no..." He took a few slow, tentative steps back towards cliff before something big charged at him from the darkness. He ducked down into a crouch, arms protecting his head as soon as the creature jumped; but instead of hearing panicked cries and a painful thud, he experienced a roar and the sound of wing beats.
Slowly, he turned around, "D... de... Dragon..." He heard stories about dragons, encounters, how they may have gone extinct, how demons ride them during their hunts with hounds made of fire and rock. He wasn't sure he even believed dragons existed, but now one was hovering over him in the skies... and coming back towards him.
Nysat was not going to trap himself in that cave, instead opting to jump despite knowing the obvious injuries that would come from it. As long as he could move, he was safe, is what he was thinking. When his shoulder dislocated and ribs cracked from trying to lessen the blow on his lower body the teen realized what a horrendously stupid decision that was. The sharp pain in his arm was so great he almost didn't feel the jagged rock that pierced his limp arm and gouged a deep cut from just above his wrist to his elbow.
Before he could get over the shockingly violent amount of pain he was in, the wind moved around him fast, furious, and heavy before he was swept off the ground and held in the dragon's claws as it flew away, "No... no, put me down! Help! Somebody, help me!" He groaned and yelled and squirmed until his body forced him to stop due to the pain of his injuries and from general exhaustion. Unknown to him, the people in his village did send out a search party and saw Nysat being carried away, but there was precious little they could do to save him by then.
The teen woke in a cave sometime later. Had it all been a dream? Trying to sit up confirmed that, no, he had jumped off a cliff like an idiot. But had he really been carried off by a dragon? It took a minute, but he registered that he was shirtless, chest had been set in a type of caste, and his arm had been relocated and bandaged as well. Below him was a bed mat made out of some soft material he couldn't recognize.
Then he heard a deep rumbling sound behind him. As soon as he turned around Nysat yelled and scrambled to get into a standing position, only for the huge thing to slam its giant paw down on him and force him to lay down face first. It's roar nearly defended him in the echo chamber of the dragon's home before it sat back a few paces away and watched him with eyes much too intelligent for an animal.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest while his breathing came in, in ragged bursts made worse by the pain in his lungs. Too many questions were swimming around his head for him to really think, he was stuck relying on the base instinct that made his body lock up. The boy almost missed the new sound of wingbeats, "Oh Thor, save me." He might not be afraid of death, but he was definitely afraid of what two dragons would do to him.
"W'll, I'm no Thor, but I'll see wut I con with ye."
His head slowly turned back towards the entrance to see a round-bellied man patting the new dragon's head as though it were some big dog, "What...?"
"Oh, don't mind these two, they're harmless. In fact, I think that lass there ma'e'ave claimed ye fer her own." The large man sat the boy up and started poking and prodding around his bandages.
"Claimed...? What are you talking about? Ow! Hey, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm makin' sure yer healing right. Don't want any misplaced ribs healin' while it's pokin' inta yer airsac."
"Could be a little more gentle about it..." Nysat muttered, "But what about the claiming thing?"
"Right, that. See, this good lookin' lass here's what we call'a Longwing. They're attracted ta idiots an' children. Bein' both don't hurt none too bad either."
Rightly, Nysat was offended. But after some time, he warmed up to the old Viking and learned they were in a type of nest. Most dragons have abandoned the mainland, but the stubborn ones stayed around, growing to see humans as a type of novelty to have around. Humans could do many things a dragon couldn't, and even if they couldn't train the human to behave killing them brought its own kind of status.
But in this nest humans and dragons had a type of understanding, they respected one another. Lived together, worked together, a few even flew together! Nysat learned the Longwing's reason for bring him here was because he looked like he would get himself killed being on his own. Punching rocks and jumping off high places weren't exactly smart, he'll admit, but come on! He did those things because of the situation, he wasn't thinking.
At that last statement, he was pretty sure that dragon was giving him a look that said he proved her point. From that moment, he decided he'd show this dragon by training her to do what he wanted. In reality, he just amused her so much she decided Nysat was officialy her human and actually ended up training him.
Regardless, they bonded as close friends. Whirlwind made sure to keep Nysat busy with things he enjoyed doing to keep him out of trouble, introduced him to people in the nest who could teach him new things, made sure he was tired out before taking time to relax herself, and generally treated him like a pet puppy because she couldn't help it and he never noticed. It was their dynamic.
But the constraints of life in the nest couldn't keep him busy forever, so Whirlwind decided it was time for some exploring. The two would wander farther and farther away from the nest, their absences becoming longer and the occupants would wait to hear the tales Nysat had from their adventures. Whirlwind, of course, told anyone who spoke dragonese true version behind his back, so the nickname Harmal gained ground. Nysat took it in stride, people still preferred his version of events, so there was no harm in it.
Eventually, they had to leave their friends behind. By then Nysat was good enough at Dragonese to understand what Whirlwind said on his own. Their partnership was put on even grounds, sort of. As even as Whirlwind calling the important shots while Harmal thinks he's calling the important shots. Before they left, the teen considered going back to see his friends and mentors, showing them he was alright, at least, but... he knew the kingdom. Even if his own people, former Vikings, accepted that dragons weren't monstrous beings... you can't change the opinion of a nation. Or at least, he couldn't.
So he left the mainland behind with few regret and with even fewer worries.
While Whirlwind left the mainland with a pretty good partner, who sometimes needs a few whacks on the head with her tail.
It wasn't until at least a year into their travels did they find out it wasn't all of Red Rock that was against dragons. But he still didn't go back knowing there was a chance Red Rock would enlist him into their armies, and he wasn't willing to give up his freedom just yet.
FAMILY:
Father: Vigr
Mother: Eggtog
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
Long Bow: A simple wooden bow, sixty inches tall(1.5 meters or 5 feet) with a draw weight of 80 pounds. It's his favorite.
Military Long Bow: Only used when warned of an intense battle, another wooden bow sixty inches tall but with a draw weight of 95 pounds.
Throwing knife: A lightweight, carefully balanced knife mainly used when the long bows aren't an option.
Sword: An unremarkable piece of steel attached to a leather hilt, only used in defensive combat as he's untrained to use it competently any other way.
FIGHTING STYLE: Long distance archer. Close ranged he's majorly defensive and hesitant to let down his guard to attack, majorly relies on Whirlwind in these situations.
DRAGON:
NAME: Whirlwind
GENDER: Female
TYPE: Longwing
APPEARANCE: Whirlwind looks like a typical Longwing, blue in color, but with a long scar traveling from the back of her neck to her back leg on her left side, she's 20 feet long with 40 feet long wings, 15'9 feet high on all four.
PERSONALITY: Whirlwind fancies herself at a higher status than most creatures, having a general knowledge base that many don't and being a fast learner when it comes to many things. That being said, she's less likely to admit she's wrong about something than Nysat. Both rider and dragon need to be convinced a new idea is their idea, but they'll be quick to say it was yours when it fails. While Whirlwind can be made to do something that way, she's equally likely to manipulate you into doing things her way. The main reason she took Harmal was because no one wanted to believe a dragon could train a human (A fact he still doesn't know).
That being said, she is fiercely protective of her little headstrong human and allows him to believe he's in charge in order to protect his ego. Unknown to her, Nysat has found ways to manipulate her as well, namely through praising her at the right moments and hunt down her favorite foods. That being said, Whirlwind is wary around strange humans and dragons no matter where they're from and it only takes one wrong move during an early introduction to gain a near permanent distrust from her.
STRENGTHS:
-Resourceful
-Agile
-Clever
-Fast
-Manipulative
WEAKNESSES:
-Stubborn as a mule
-Can't fly when wings are wet
-Too prideful, makes her easy to manipulate.
-Unforgiving, if you hadn't earned her trust before doing something that could harm her, she will never trust you without an extremely good reason (Mainly applies to Humans)
Stats:
Attack: 15
Speed: 25
Armor: 8
Firepower: 13
Shot Limit: 12
Venom: 0
Jaw Strength: 6
Stealth: 3
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A possible way would be to have him travelling occasionally to different parts of the archipelago but using Berk as his base. 
