<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">VERGIL TANNER</span></strong></div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0b/d3/29/0bd329b77ea9adb631f6208e65fb549d.png)<br/>(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/0d58eb38-d331-44b1-9576-cb77b54d2dd7/dde5r4a-76467f38-03a7-430d-abdf-4209a3d9dcf0.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzBkNThlYjM4LWQzMzEtNDRiMS05NTc2LWNiNzdiNTRkMmRkN1wvZGRlNXI0YS03NjQ2N2YzOC0wM2E3LTQzMGQtYWJkZi00MjA5YTNkOWRjZjAucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.OebYrGi2Wro-_xiTQh9rzpi276nwXxknu0mWlc9Tmhg)<br/>(https://i.ibb.co/DDS0HbM/Dante-Anime3.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dantarius Ryzerion<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Species [Type]:</strong>Corviknight [Flying / Steel]<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bisexual<br/><br/><strong>Residence:</strong>Owns a small plot of land outside the city, but resides mostly in Castletown.<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Lord Commander of The Royal Knights<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><br/>Dantarius stands at around 6'6" tall and weighs roughly 280lbs out of armour; whilst that might sound really rather heavy, he is in no way chubby or obese. A lifetime of training and discipline has honed his body into a chiselled Adonis-like shape, with firm, powerful muscles rippling every time he moves. But Dantarius is not a lean, wilting twig. Far from it, in fact; the Lord Commander of the most elite Knights in the Kingdom cannot be anything approaching weak! He requires speed, balance, poise and power in equal measure, which is why he deliberately avoided the trap that many warriors fall into; specialising in one form of combat and giving up other advantages. All speed and no power, or all power and no finesse, etc etc. As such, he has perfected an intensified form of training to broaden his shoulders, strengthen his back, hone his speed, agility and endurance and also give him some degree of force behind his swings. He has given up specialisation, perhaps, but in so doing has made himself perhaps the most versatile fighter in the Kingdom. His body is muscular and toned, and every ounce of muscle on him is there for a purpose.<br/><br/>Past his body, however, his facial features are very striking. Whilst possessed of the paler complexion of his northern heritage, Dantarius has tanned a little in his time further south. His dark black hair is usually kept short and neatly ordered, and he tends to keep himself clean-shaven, though the occasional shadow does creep in later in the day. His jaw is strong, powerful and angular, with relatively prominent cheekbones and a surprisingly changeable face; when he wishes it, his face can be extremely expressive with very animated eyebrows and ready to move lips and eyes...but when he requires it, his face can become an unreadable stone wall that many people fail to register emotions on. His piercing ice blue eyes are one of the most noticeable parts of his face and never seem to stay still, flickering this way and that as if constantly analysing everything with his keen, cutting mind. His bearing is usually very formal and stiff, preferring to stand on ceremony and refusing to ever really relax. He seems to take most things very seriously, and has an almost severe figure at times...not that it has stopped many young women from swooning over his upper class, cultured and clearly Noble accent.<br/><br/>He tends to prefer – in his day to day life – formal-wear mixed with a lightly armoured aesthetic. Most of the time he will be clad in his heavier armour and imposing beaked helmet, but on occasions when he must mingle in upper crust parties, he tends towards more ceremonial generals garb that still maintains some degree of protection should he be required to fight. When not in armour, he enjoys adorning his left ear with a simple black gemstone stud earring - a new fashion he discovered in Delinquent Town that he took a liking to - and a signet ring of his family's crest on his left index finger. Beneath his armour, he has an angry, nasty scar on his left shoulder, running the length of his clavicle and marring his otherwise flawless skin. Like other Corviknights, he has a pair of gigantic black feathery wings that are light as a feather but hard as steel when locked together, the full wingspan being around 20 feet wide. When furled up on his back, they cling to his shoulders and droop down to the floor almost like a cloak. When in his armour, he is clad head to toe in shining black steel, his face obscured by a full-face mask with a stylised beak on the front. He carries his signature weapon, a long black-steel spear, at all times, even when unarmoured.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/><br/>Dantarius is, above all, supremely pragmatic; logic is really the only consistent, reliable way to approach any problem you might encounter in your life, and in order to properly weigh logic and reason, you must have; 1) strict standards by which to judge; 2) as much data as possible, and; 3) as little emotional interference as possible. To that end, he is controlled, rational and methodical to a fault and very rarely allows emotion to cloud his judgement. His emotions have caused a great deal of issues in the past, leading to some of his greatest failures so he keeps them firmly under control, only allowing himself to feel what is constructive and reasonable at the time and no more. Emotions cannot be allowed to rule your decisions, or you will be doomed to forever repeat the same mistakes and be vulnerable to the same manipulations that hurt you in the past. However, this strict approach to self discipline has the side effect of creating an individual that many would consider aloof, calculating, cold and standoffish. Indeed, he often comes off as robotic to some people, and thanks to his insistence on controlling his emotions, he does sometimes have difficulty empathising with people.<br/><br/>It isn't that he's a sociopath; he simply operates on a different wavelength to most people, and his lack of understanding his own emotions leads to a failure to understand others, too. He can understand on a logical level how people might feel, but he often fails at predicting how they might respond to certain stimuli, especially if he accidentally offends or upsets somebody. Despite this, he does have a great deal of hidden depths; His wit is biting at times, though he rarely means it in a condescending manner, and he sometimes - when comfortable - displays a sardonic, ironic, sarcastic sense of humour that most people are not prepared to deal with. One should not mistake his lack of outward emotion for an absence of feeling in its entirety; he does, in fact, feel and does so very deeply, his self control more being a self defence mechanism for just how raw his emotions can be sometimes. When he feels happiness or sadness or anger, he feels it intensely, and when it bubbles over the results are often spectacular...hence why he tends to bottle them up and vent them at appropriate times. Despite his aloof stoicism, he has a great deal of inner passion and drive that does not usually display itself in any way other than his relentless determination.<br/><br/>And determination is the name of the game; his will is all but unbreakable under normal circumstances, and if there is something he does not understand or is not capable of, he will not rest until he achieves his goal. Alas, this unbreakable will finds itself tested on a near daily basis as his own inner darkness and whispering demons seek to drag him down, some days being a struggle to gather the energy required to move from his bed in the first place. Several times, he has very nearly lost the battle with that all consuming void, each of which left its own mark somewhere on his body. Despite his standoffish nature, however, Dantarius is surprisingly loyal; should you win his loyalty, he will stand by your side through thick and thin, and it will take a great deal of concerted effort to change that. However, Dantarius does not speak about himself; he is reserved and closed off, preferring to deal with his problems by himself. This stems from his experiences with his sister; he has always had to be the strong, grown-up one, and so it could be said that many of the mechanisms people develop as they grow older simply did not stick with him through necessity. It would not be an unfair statement to say that in many ways, he grew up much too quickly.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Inherent Abilities:</strong><br/>-- Flight, via wings<br/>-- Extremely keen eye sight<br/>-- Resistant to most forms of damage<br/>-- Ability to breathe normally in thinner air<br/>-- Enhanced agility<br/>-- Limited Aerokinesis<br/><br/><br/><strong>Special Abilities:</strong><br/>--<em>Aura Of Doom:</em>Some Corviknight's very appearance can unnerve their opponents. Merely Dantarius's presence on the battlefield imbues in his opponents a sense of fear and anxiety, making them more likely to move slower, to hesitate or to - in some cases - flee entirely.<br/>--<em>Mirror Armour:</em>Attempts to lower Dantarius's physical abilities - such as attack, defence, speed, etc - are ineffective and are reflected back at the originator of the attempt.<br/>--<em>Blade Bird:</em>The eight large feathers on Dantarius's back can detach and fight semi-autonomously, though Dantarius can give them orders. They can scout, attack, defend, distract or any other simple task Dantarius directs them to do. If one is destroyed, it takes a week to grow back.<br/><br/><strong>Egg Move:</strong>Tailwind<br/><br/><br/><strong>Strengths:</strong>Driven, intellectual, logical, determined, highly skilled with spear and blade, loyal, principled<br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong>Poor social skills, mental health issues, standoffish, comes across as aloof, difficulty expressing emotions<br/><br/><strong>Likes [Non-Sexual:</strong>Knowledge, reading, experimentation, history, honesty, reliability, order, cooking, certain sports, dogs.<br/><strong>Dislikes [Non-Sexual]:</strong>Unnecessary deception, outright chaos, ignorance (wilfull or otherwise), stupidity, bullies, his father, tomatoes<br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong>D/s, BDSM, Rough, Dirty Talk, exhibitionism, dancing, intimacy, a dash of humiliation (not much, though), Choking, spanking, roleplay, Dominant side of Player's Ons<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Gore, scat, vore, violence, snuff, non-sexual rough play, cucking, Player's Offs.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong><br/><br/>Dantarius of House Ryzerion was born in the grand city of Corvus, the northernmost major city in Xernia, nestled amongst the peaks that protect its northern border. Corvus is the seat of the Ryzerion Dukedom, and has been held for as long as anybody can remember by a long line of Corviknight Dukes and Knights; through selected breeding and family tradition, the head of the family has always been a Corviknight, and the bulk of their household guards are the more "Noble" flying types that can traverse the treacherous landscape surrounding Corvus, though rock and ground types are also common. Charged with protecting the Northern Pass - the only way through the mountains into Xernia from the outside world - the Ryzerion family has a long tradition of powerful knights and warriors, many of whom have either been Generals in the military or officers within the Royal Knights. Proud of their lineage and their reputations as some of the finest knights in the Kingdom, the purity of the bloodline is often of the utmost concern to the Dukes of Corvus. Dantarius was born the second son, a twin alongside his sister, and thus would never inherit the title of Duke. As was tradition, being the second son, Dantarius's place was always destined to be representing the family in the capital city.<br/><br/>As he grew, Dantarius was rigorously trained for his future, denied most physical comforts and even most companionship besides that of his sister and the pet dog that he was allowed to keep thanks to his mother's intercession. Due to his isolation, he came to depend deeply on both his dog and Grace for affection, and became deeply protective over both of them. Whilst otherwise a model student in the hopes that his father would show approval eventually, he often got into fights with other young Nobles his age when they attempted to bother his sister. Whilst she could handle herself, she was often uncertain about how to turn them down, and more than once, the noble brats attempted to take liberties to extract a promise of future betrothal. This bred into Dantarius a deep loathing for the entitlement so rampant amongst the noble classes, especially when he saw how troubled it made Grace. As they grew, the attentions became more direct and Dantarius's training became more and more intensive, to the point where he was no longer able to protect Grace as vigilantly as before. Though their bond remained strong, the pressure mounted on Dantarius's shoulders, crushing him beneath the weight of expectations, his duties, the loss of sleep to ensure that Grace was safe, and the bottling up and ignoring of his own emotions in an effort to give Grace the stable, loving parental figure she was owed. This inevitably led to tragedy.<br/><br/>One night, at a party designed to officially announce Grace's entrance into noble society - and probably begin finding her a worthy suitor to forge an alliance between families and produce a worthwhile continuance to the line - and introduce Dantarius as the Second Son, Dantarius was called away to demonstrate his capabilities to a gaggle of his father's cronies and connections. The excuse given was that it would assist him in making headway in the capital to have connections and friends there, but truly, it was simply so that his father could show him off like a prized pony to bask in the second-hand adulation and praise. Dantarius attempted to extricate himself, but ended up being forced to go along with it for a short time. By the time he escaped, he returned to the party to find that Grace was nowhere to be seen. Nobody seemed to know where she went, until - after intimidating one of the lesser nobles - it came out that she had left the party with another noble brat who had apparently been rather forceful. Following their trail to the garden, he found them hidden in the trees...with the noble brat pawing at his sister's half-naked body and Grace trying to fight him off in tears.<br/><br/>One heavily wounded, half broken Noble brat later, Grace was sobbing in his arms and begging him to help her escape. She was sick of being used as a prize horse that could be given away to the highest bidder for breeding, tired of the gilded walls of her cage...she wanted to explore the world, see the sights and sounds she had only ever read about and be free from the frankly bleak future that awaited her as a scion of the Ryzerion name. Dantarius didn't think twice. He took her back to her room, packed her essentials, and moved to flee the palace that very night. Alas, they were discovered, and Dantarius was forced to stay behind to distract and divert the chase long enough for Grace to escape. When his duplicity was discovered, he was punished harshly - though the altercation with his sister's assailant was swept under the rug, of course - and confined to his quarters. Dantarius did not listen, obviously, and soon broke out to try and find his sister. He spent the next few months trying to track her down, and even came close to picking up her trail...but upon discovering a spy sent by his father trailing him, he realised that him finding her would mean that his father found her....so he had to abandon the chase. As much as it hurt to do so, he was forced to abandon any chance of finding his sister for the time being, faked his failure, and returned in "defeat" to the castle.<br/><br/>After being reamed out by his father for his disobedience, something inside Dantarius snapped. He didn't shout or yell or scream. He didn't threaten or curse. He simply looked his father in the eye and stated with frozen, frigid certainty, "We're done." Before he turned and left Corvus with only the clothes on his back. He had not been disowned - his father would not dare risk the scandal - so he still had access to Ryzerion holdings and assets...but Dantarius decided to only use them in the direst of circumstances. Instead, he made his way to Xernia and decided instead to put his skills to use; if he could join the Royal Guard and rise through the ranks, then he could have the wealth and power to track down his sister and protect her from their father without issue. If he could make his name widespread enough, his father would not dare sully the Ryzerion name with a scandal, when he already had other children he could bend to his will. And so...that is what he did.<br/><br/>He arrived at the Capital City at 16, enrolling in the military as soon as he arrived. Whilst his training and noble birth would have allowed him to begin at an officer level, he instead enrolled in the lowest rung without revealing his noble connection. If he was going to rise through the ranks, it would not be because of his father's name, like the entitled brats he so despised. It would be on his own merits. Two years later, he was serving patrol duty in the Castletown streets when the King was assassinated. He scrambled to organise his small group of men in time to try and find the culprit, but all he found was a single scrap of cape as a mysterious figure hopped over a low dividing wall in the palace gardens. He flew himself over the railing, hurrying to give chase, but when he turned the corner...the mysterious figure was gone, and he was faced with nothing but a high stone wall. Whilst he reported what he saw, nothing was found. They caught the assassin a day later and summarily executed him, and the case was closed. As far as he could tell, the wall was not even investigated, and the story that the assassin was a Mistype made perfect sense given the people's predispositions, so...why look into it further?<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he had failed. So he threw himself further into training and honing his instincts and skills, and his renewed determination and effort accelerated his rise to the top. Eventually, when he was 19 - a year after the assassination of the King - he was offered a spot within the Royal Knights. It was then that his lineage was discovered - Royal Guards underwent extensive background checks, after all - and the news exploded within the capital. His father reached out upon hearing the news, but Dantarius ignored him, dedicating himself to proving that he was more than the sudden burst of fame that his lineage had given him. He was famous as a rising star within the military, but the revelation that the son of Duke Ryzerion had been secretly in the capital for almost half a decade? That was gossip that everybody was interested in for just long enough to make it public knowledge. By the age of 22, he was already in line to succeed the Lord Commander thanks to his skill, intelligence and dedication to the Guard. When the Commander passed a year later, Dantarius was selected as the new Commander, becoming not only the first Ryzerion to hold the position in over a century, but the youngest Lord Commander in three.<br/><br/>Over the years, he has consolidated his power, saved the stipend he receives for his position and invested in several small businesses and properties to gather himself a small degree of wealth to support himself. He has done his best to cultivate allies in court and weed out corruption amongst the Royal Knights, ensuring their loyalty is unswervingly to him and the Royal Family. He has even made an unexpected connection with a certain notorious criminal that has strong connections to the underworld...it was not something he planned to do - he fell in love rather accidentally - but at least now he has somebody he knows he can rely upon if the nest of vipers within the palace decide to sink their fangs into him. But over the years, something has bothered him. Something about the assassination of the King has always crept into the back of his mind, details that didn't quite add up, things he couldn't seem to make sense of...but he needs to be certain that the shadows he passes in the dead of night are not holding daggers of their own. He needs to tread carefully, because if there's one thing he learned growing up a noble? It was that politics was just another kind of battlefield, and was just as lethal as every other warzone in history. He needs to tread carefully...or he knows his story might end rather too abruptly for his liking.