Pilot Royal Rikeryn Perkhimote

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Art credit to our amazing Nephero!
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≈Name≈
Rikeryn Perkhimote
≈Aliases≈
Kerry, Ryn, Pecks, Rikki
≈Age≈
He doesn't even remember at this point
≈Gender, Sexuality≈
Male, Has impossibly high standards
≈Species≈
90% Dragos Esfani, 10% Strelf, 15% Concentrated power of will 
≈House≈
Strelf: Archernar  Dragos: Terryn
≈Height≈
6'9 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
≈Occupation≈
Pilot Royal, CO, Vintner
≈Residence≈
Penthouse in Margad that oversees personal vineyard


≈Appearance≈
Starscales
Riker-Ryn boasts a matting of scales across his body. Navy-blue scales line the outer portions of his arms, legs, and the top part of his tail. While also having a main presence on his back up until his wing (which is a direct result of melanism). Whereas a lighter grey blue sits on the inside clearly defining his chest, stomach, and proceeding to continue unto the inner part of his thigh and the underside of the tail. Occasionally there is a dull gold scale in a recognizable pattern across the navy-blue scales, with a large portion profoundly displayed on his Adam's apple reaching all the way up unto his chin. Afterwards, his face is completely scaless and shares the lighter grey-blue of his body.

Ahh, memories.. painful memories
Riker has a scar in the form of an upside down cross on the right side of his cheek.

Let's go cliff divin! -Oh wait
His wing keeps the same pattern as the rest of his main body, the webbing carrying the grey-blue until reacting the forelimbs in which the navy-blue scalage begins to take over. The wing's limb all converge onto one center joint which has a cracked claw.

Big Pimpin
He has a cane to help him walk, a gold swirl design makes up most of the shaft, with a diamond on top.

*Note: He only has one wing. Ragged, torn up, burnt you name it. The inner webbing is completely useless even before the fact it is impossible to fly without another wing.

Horny MoFo with godlike hair-
Riker's horns are that of any typical male Dragos. More crown like in shape and texture and only two, each starting at the base of his hairline just above his forehead and off towards the edges. his hair is a dark navy blue with a slight purple hue that runs effortlessly down his head and onto his shoulders. Most of the time he keeps it in a ponytail for convenience.

*Note: His hair is softer than a blanket fresh outta the dryer.

Weathered and cracked Ruby ring- Has it on a necklace that he never takes off.

≈History≈
Riker's birth was a surprise for the nest. Taking almost double the time for his egg to hatch, alongside with the decision to cull him was just a day away. The little runt managed to peek out just in the nick of time. Toppling himself over and looking up to his parents, all they could do was marvel at this cute being.

Childhood was a tad short lived for Riker, after his 21st birthday he began to hear other people's thoughts. Confused by this he approached his parents about it and before they could even speak, the biggest grin came across Riker's face as he yelled at the top of his lungs:

"I'm gonna be a Pilot!"

Candidacy was a hard time for Riker, learning how his telepathy worked and getting through each and every stage was intense. 

Stage 1 - 21
Stage 2 - 21
Stage 3 - 24
Stage 4 - 27
Stage 5-  31

Chosen by Riven, a very large dragon with four bone mandibles that cover her face and mouth. When opened, she reveals a total of 10 eyes across a mars red face. Her wings fold onto her body when not in use. Which is 99% of the time because she never does anything and just stays on her rock. Kidding kidding... she does a lot of work for the dragons, and is the best manager that the dragons could ever ask for. Can I go on now? Or am going to get threatened with being eaten again?

Anyways, jumping forward a couple years through remarkable service and a rekindling of bonds with his best friends from candidacy. The group decided to make a squad, they were known for flawless execution of missions nearly 100% of the time. Years passed and the squad was about to go down in history as THE squad to look up to. Then a call for war changed everything.

Edani war-
Their reputation preceded them, and Riker's squad was put on call for a mission to gain better ground and possible tactical advantage. An old abandoned mining shaft came into their sights. Riker motioned for the squad to follow in.

The tunnel looked to have had a direct lead right into the enemy's base. An hour passed as the team trudged deeper and deeper, eventually coming upon what looked to be a large opening that a straight drop of about 30 meters. Riker proceeded forward and tripped a wire that caused what felt like multiple explosions all at once. The tunnel began shaking, rubble dropping from the ceiling.

"The tunnel is collapsing! Move! Move Move!"

The team's effort of escape was in vain. Every squad mate succumbed to a crushing demise, some shorter than others. By the time Riker had seen the entrance only he and one other squad mate had managed to get this far, the one that mattered to him the most. He looked behind him for a split second motioning for her to grab his hand. Although fate hadn't had all of it's fun yet, the moment their fingers touched, she was crushed. Riker came to a full stop, completely forgetting the tunnel was still in collapse. 

"Aylia! No!"

Riker attempted to lift the boulder off of her, but to no avail. Aylia had already realized this. She caressed his face and spoke:

"RikerRyn Perkhimote, I'm glad we had the chance to meet each other, to be with each other ,my blazing light will shine on, but only if he survives."

Aylia managed to pull the weathered ruby ring off her finger and handed it back to Riker. "Take this, not as a something to remember me by, but as something to push you to keep on liv-"

Riker let out a bloodcurdling screech of pain and sorrow.

Another large piece of rubble broke loose from the still collapsing ceiling. Crushing the rest of Aylia and catching one of Riker's wings. Even as the world was caving in all around him, he wanted to keep Aylia's promise alive. He knew he couldn't lift the rubble off his caught wing. Grabbing a knife from his pocket and chomping on some nearby rock, he cut off his wing and fled the tunnel. Making it back to base with the only true memory of his squad right in the palm of his hand. The crystal had a large crack in it.

Post-war Riker picked up the rank of a Royal and became a vintner, ironic since he has a slight allergy towards red wine. He now lives in a penthouse in Margad overseeing his personal vineyard. He lives with his Labradoodle Ellie, who is his only known coping mechanism for when his PTSD hits.     

Cardinal- 31
Echo - 86
Noble- 219
Royal - 407

≈Relationships≈
Aylia- Out of all of his squadmates, this was his best friend and almost lover. Before Aylia, Riker was very particular about who he interacted with, especially in romance. The two graduated together, lived with each other up until her untimely death in the war.

Squaddies- Deceased and mostly forgotten, Riker personally went to each and every family of his deceased squad and apologized for his mis-guidance in leadership, most understood the situation, others took it out on him.

Ellie- Labradoodle and best-friend. Likes to hump legs and lick everyone he meets.

Riven- His dragon that is beyond selfish, rude, and borderline annoying. Riker was the only Pilot to be able to put up with her. She also likes to feast on people's desires by making them come true but with a catch. Is totally not the reason why Riker's entire squad died.


≈Personality≈

Grandpa you use it like this
Partially due to his age, and sticking with what he knows works. Riker tends to not be "caught up" with the young people when it comes to trends, upgrades, etc. 



Insert Nam err- Edani Flashback here
To put it simply he's a "deeply traumatized man suffering from PTSD, who because of the stigma of such things in Aedolis' culture, has not sought genuine treatment." -Nephero. Wartime really messed with Riker, lost one wing, the other was burned and torn, lost his squad, and just an all around horrific experience. Dragos pride themselves in the ability and freedom to fly, losing that ability felt as if he lost apart of himself. 

Devil May Care
"Instead he engaged in different coping mechanisms, up to and including exuding this 'devil may care' attitude in order to keep anyone from poking their nose in too deep about what he considers to be his weakest, most fragile self."-Nephero. Riker likes to put up this front of bravado to others in order to keep them away from him. No one can handle him during one of his trauma trips and no one should need to see him go through it. 

Big ol Carebear
Although his initial front may not seem like he does, he cares deeply for anyone and everyone. He doesn't prey on the weak, and will willingly refuse any and all physical altercations if need be. He admire's people who can put up with him. The last thing he wants to do is lose anyone else. He goes out of his way to do things for people sometimes unknowingly. You'll never know it was him unless he outright tells you. 

He has a memorabilia for each and everyone one of his squad mates he lost during the war. Although he has to keep them locked up for fear of a PTSD attack.


Fun Facts!
~He loves ice cream and pomegranate flavored iced tea and will usually finish half a gallon within two days.
~Has never gotten high nor plans to, but will take up the occasional cigar
~Has a special recipe of white wine just for him and any guests that come over so he can drink with them. *If any guests come over.
~At home he'll typically walk around with sweatpants on, only sweatpants though.
~Likes to fall asleep on the couch a lot

≈Abilities/ Gear≈

PyroKinetic/Mancer- All Dragos have this ability but some are more apparent than others. For Rikeryn, he can summon fire at will and manipulate it into any form needed be. The more condensed the flame is the stronger and hotter it is. Blue flames are very common for Dragos to conjure, however Rikeryn can control white flame, far hotter and denser than blue. Although he cannot make any white flame larger than the palm of his hand. Blue can be as large as his body, red and orange flames can spread over a large field. Manipulating a pre-existing flame puts a far less toll on his body than sustaining a created one.

Telepathy- Riker is a decent telepath, has gotten stronger in comparison over the years. Can read anyone with in about 5 meters or so. 

Mentoring - When Riker picked up Royal, he began mentoring for pyrokinetics. Seeing the youth invigorates him and helps him feel he has more of a purpose.

Flame Vambraces:
They help him control his flames better without using to much stamina to create em. Pre-loaded with fuel and other crud. S'about it

House Ability: None

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