Anlaun

[Snickerspods]

Name:
Anlaun pronounced An Lon

Meaning:
Great Champion, great hero. Gaelic

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Age:
3 Millennia

Gender:
Male

Coloring:
A silvery white, with silver grey starting to streak in striations across his muzzle and flanks.
Delicate appearing frills with sharp spines decorate his chin to his chest, dwindling to nothing at the essential starting point of his underbelly. The same frills also appear again on the top of his neck, just below the junction of his skull in a flexible fan. These frills change colour according to his mood, as does the flesh around his eyes not galvanized by his diamond hard scales.

Race:
Dragon

Height:
45 Feet Long, with a wingspan of approximately 67 feet from wingtip to wingtip.

Eye Color:
They are many faceted and jewel like, changing colour according to his mood.
Content/Neutral: Blue/Green
Love: Purple
Anger/Battle: Orange
Lust/Hunger: Red
Alarm: Yellow
Fear: White
Sadness/Mourning: Gray
Three pairs of eyelids: one transparent pair, one translucent pair, and one opaque pair.

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Personality:
With so many years of life behind him, Anlaun has learnt infinite patience and wisdom. Though old and starting to feel it in his bones his mind is still sharp as a honed knife, though he believes that too many words will sometimes just get in the way. He is still a skilled warrior, and the scars that mottle his silvery armoured hide are proof enough of his experience. His visage is fearsome, but his gaze direct and tolerantly kind. Accustomed to a solitary existence Anlaun is fond of company, and will often find contentment in finding a sunny ledge and having long conversations. His wings are tattered slightly at the edges from many adventures and time, but still function astonishingly well; providing such a large dragon the almost giddy sense of freedom and speed he otherwise lacks on the ground. His temper, when roused, is fearsome and hard won. In his last two millennia he has only lost his temper twice that he can recall. Anlaun is still not entirely convinced that the mountainside he demolished and the ground fissure he created were not necessary anyway; never mind that he'd created a volcano.

Alliance:
Many Years have seen him visit with all points of view. He has travelled enough and seen enough in his life to know that the only side worth fighting for is the lights.

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Mate:
He is old, and no longer feels the pangs of randier he once enjoyed. That is not to say he is too old to procreate, or that the idea is repulsive; it is more a case of disinterest.

Possible crush:
See Above

Dam: The dragons of his bloodline do not take names. [Created]
Sire: The dragons of his bloodline do not take names.[Created]

Siblings:
Two half brothers, both deceased over 2 millennia ago.

Offspring:
None

Homeland:
He calls none home, yet.

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History:
In the beginning, there was many of his bloodline. They did not take names, rather they were known simply as Anlaun wherever one of their kind chose to stay. No two Anlaun stayed within winging distance of one another, and only saw others of their kin during the hatching of another Anlaun. The Anlaun kin had a special gift, teleportation. The only drawback was, they had to know the place they were travelling. So, to put it simply, they could only teleport where they had already been or could see. So when a hatching was imminent, they would return to their place of birth and welcome the addition to their skies.

Anlaun remembers the skies filled with silver dragons at his own hatching, the music of their welcome setting the peaks to rumbling. The following decades, after he had winged to the place he decided to stay, had marked the steady decline of their clan. Hatching after hatching, there were less and less. It became apparent to our Anlaun during a hatching that the other dragons present were all old, many millennia older than he was. Then after a few years and no empathic sense of hatching reached him, Anlaun knew; he was the last.

The following thousands of years built a picture of the slowly building hate and ingenuity of the human race. They had been smart enough to only come after the highly prized Anlaun when they were young, and inexperienced. They fell quickly; before long the older dragons settled into their ancient hibernation to recoup the energy for the next stage of the Anlaun immortality, and they too were killed.

The last remaining Anlaun he has lived a life of the traveller, learning and teaching as he went. The world is full of hate for creatures like him, and much grief has followed him. However, within the darkness there has been sparks of light he remembers with great affection. It is this that has brought him here, where he has determined to protect that precious light; all the more precious for its fragility.

Picture:

[Alluvia]

Accepted! Awesome pic, btw

[Snickerspods]

Thankyou, I am considering putting a graphics request/shop up for business. Your thoughts?

[Alluvia]

Go for it! Sounds like a wonderful idea. Would you like me to make a separate board just for your graphics requests?

[Snickerspods]

That'd be awesome!
I've already posted a thread with my request form. If you could use the first italicized bit as the description and move the thread to the board whenever you have the time I'd be grateful.

[Alluvia]

Done!