{NAME}
Kaillen Ashrunner
{ALIASES}
“Kai”
{AGE}
Thousands of years old, technically, but according to him, he’s only a little more than seven or eight thousand years old
{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male
Pansexual
{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Black/Silver Dragon
Ancient Adelan
{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6’2”, long and proportionately lean
{OCCUPATION}
Wanderer, somewhat of a self-taught mechanic
{RESIDENCE}
Space? Tends to jump ship before people get too familiar, but doesn’t stay rooted, because there’s really nowhere for him to be or to go
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IN DEPTH STUFF
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
As a dragon, Kaillen is larger than the current Adelan dragons, but still small for his age. Including the horns that crown his head, at most, he’s only 30 feet tall, with a wingspan of 140 feet. This is because of his bloodline, but he doesn’t know that. His scales are a gunmetal grey with silver edges, and his underbelly is more of a tarnished silver than actual silver. His eyes are the same no matter what form he wears, and they are lilac in color. However, he never stays in this form anymore, unless he’s completely alone in a place that will actually be able to handle this form. Ever since his Rider died and the world he knew began to change, Kai has been loathe to reveal what he is to anyone.
As a human, he stands at 6’2”, and is long and proportionately lean. He probably has less than 2% body fat on his entire frame, not that he’s ever gone and made sure that’s true. His muscles are well defined in his stomach and arms, but it’s rare that he’ll reveal that much of his body to anyone. He has short but unkempt black hair that sometimes highlights a silvery blue in the right light, and it has a tendency to fall into his eyes. Sometimes, if he’s working on something, he’ll use a barrette or hair-clip to keep his bangs out of his eyes. His expression is almost always something neutral, but he does know how to smile. It’s just hard for him to do so.
{PERSONALITY}
When his Rider was alive, Kaillen was outspoken and fierce, determined to protect her and keep her safe, no matter what happened or what situation they found themselves in. He laughed at everything and found good and light in everything, even if things were bleak. He was always an optimist, always looking at how things could improve rather than how they could get worse. The only thing that carried over after his Rider died was that he still looks at how things could improve rather than get worse. The light of his life, his best friend, was gone, and he was alone, so how could he be positive and optimistic? He forgot how to smile. He forgot how to laugh. All he seemed to know how to do was be sad and heartbroken. But knowing Nathime wouldn’t want him to wallow in misery, Kaillen dragged himself out of that dark place and strove to be better than what he’d become.
While Kaillen rarely talks to anyone who doesn’t talk to him first, he’s quite knowledgeable (he’s several thousand years old, after all) and takes pleasure in having philosophical debates. This is about the only time he’ll get animated, complete with hand gestures. Rarely does he smile; it takes a lot of effort for him to do so, because he feels as if he’s forgotten how. But his eyes do light up a little when he finds amusement in something, and there may be a slight quirk to his lips. While he doesn’t go out of his way to get himself involved in anything, either, he won’t hesitate to defend someone if they need it. He’s used to fighting bare-fisted, but the use of swords and short blades seems to come naturally to him. He just doesn’t know how that’s possible.
Fun Facts:
- Kaillen has a weather-and-disaster-proof backpack that holds every single journal Nathime wrote; that bag and what it contains are his prized possessions and he will absolutely not leave them behind under any circumstances
- His deepest desire is to have somewhere to belong again
- He’s taught himself how to forge identities, so that he can move somewhat anonymously through the long years
- When the world began to change, Kaillen left for space, not wanting to watch the places that contained his precious memories change into unfamiliar, and often terrifying, new iterations
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Shape-shifting - Kaillen possesses the ability to shift from his human form into a massive dragon, although he doesn’t often do so. Only if he’s alone and in a place that can handle his other form, and keep it secret, will he change
Cryokinesis - While he has the ability to control ice, he doesn’t actually use it. It’s an ability closely linked to the breath weapon he has, which is a cone of sub-zero frigid air, inherited from his mother
The use of swords and small blades comes naturally to him, although he isn’t sure why that is. He’s more used to using his fists to protect himself in a fight, and anything that might happen to be within reach
{RELATIONSHIPS}
Kaillen currently has no idea that any blood-related family of his exists. He believes he is alone, the last of his kind. However, blood-family is out there, he just wouldn’t really know it if he saw it.
Marakai Trin - Father (deceased)
Otohime Tenkou - Mother (missing, presumed deceased)
Kranath Trin - Paternal uncle
Arumati Cerren - Maternal Aunt
Keinara Trin - Paternal Aunt
Nathime Ashrunner - His best friend, his only family, and his former Rider. Though she’s dust and nothing but a memory, he carries what he can of her with him everywhere he goes, and he adopted her last name as his own as a way of being closer to her.
{BACKGROUND NOTES}
Kaillen was born in the most violent time for his kind, but his mother ensured his survival by casting a spell upon his egg and hiding him away so that evil would not touch him. Tens of thousands of years later, he hatched into a world much changed, without kin or kind. All he had was a strange memory of his name, and that memory was more like a feeling that somehow was just right. He was alone from the start, up until he met Nathime and bonded with her. He was with her right up until her final days. Kaillen doesn’t know what secret swims in his blood, which is that his father was the Prince of the Aerie clan, Marakai, and his mother was the princess of the Tenkou clan Otohime. To protect her son, Otohime cast a spell over his egg before she hid it, preventing him from hatching until the world was at peace again. However, the spells faded thousands of years later, bringing him into the world alone and lost, until he met Nathime. Now, though, without her, Kaillen wanders alone once again, not knowing where he’s going or what he’s going to do, but living in the only way he knows how.
