<div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjgwLmFjMTcxNy5SR1ZyWVdSdklFdHZibTkyWVhJLC4w/rose-knight.regular.webp)</div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/22846f06afaf252b0b605249912270c6/tumblr_nf39urBDCn1u3ssp3o1_1280.jpg)(https://img.nickpic.host/AgEVID.png)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/48/77/a9487740305e221872e51c28ce78cbee.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dekado Konovar<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>the Damned<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Apparent Age:</strong>Mid 20's<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'2"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>225 Lbs<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>Blonde<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Sea Green<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Basic Description:</strong>Dekado stands tall and straight, carrying himself gracefully, with the animal ease of a weathered warrior. His hair is almost shinning gold, his fair fair and young. Normally he is of thoughtful expression but when he gives one of his rare smiles, its like the sun comes out. Bright green eyes and a clear voice that easily carries when he sings. Beyond the dragon mark over his heart he has not tattooed his skin. Also after he killed Ayrsia and absorbed some of her power, the faint scars he had have now disappeared. The scales that he has in his elven form appear mostly centered in the void space of his tattoo and some on each shoulder.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>A general rundown of this character's personality. I know the character will develop further in the story.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>When the golden dragon  Ayrsia  (https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/028/173/904/4k/kyle-punk-art-herring-gold-dragon-final.jpg?1593691149)descended upon the Elves of Faiella-Bionin and all but wiped out their nation within a few months. The few survivors couldn't flee as their borders were surrounded by the orcs to the south, trolls to the north and east and ogres to the west. In desperation they used their magics and tunneled into the earth to regroup. The great nation of seven duchies was reduced to a medium sized city in a blink of an eye. While over then next centuries people all but forgot Faiella-Bionin the struggled and thrived in their new environment. For over a millennium they lived in the underground caves like dwarves. Their golden skin grew pale, their luxurious raven hair turned snow white.<br/><br/>A plan was formed after the logistics of survival were dealt with. They had to take back what was theirs, reclaim their homeland. A knighthood was formed, the Empyrean Order. The greatest and most noble warriors working together, taking on squires and keeping all the martial magic of their nation alive. After a thousand years they felt they had the numbers to do so. It was actually around eight hundred and seventy three years but there is meaning in names and numbers. So they took that extra time to train the next generation of younglings and cross the t's and dot the i's in their plans. To make a long story slightly shorter...they failed miserably and died.<br/><br/>Another fighting had been formed at the same time, they were made up of criminals and soldiers of lowly backgrounds. There were other races in this eternal underdark. While the cream of elven nobility trained to slay the dragon there were more mundane and less noble duties to attend to. The group wasn't given any wonderful name. Some people called the the Guard. Most viewed them as assassins or a necessary evil. They kept back the other races from taking New Faiella and ending the elves of this region. There were consequences for attacking a dragon and failing. The dragon had been injured but wasn't stupid. It offered some of the elven lands to whichever faction found and destroyed the elves that attacked her. Troll, orc and ogres came in waves, thankfully they were staggered. It was the hated Guard that saved the city during those decades. When the cost of attacking the elves grew too steep after nearly sixty years the Guard were given some esteem, they were now the Midnight Sons.<br/><br/>Dekado was one of these Midnight Sons. His whole life was about fighting foes that were bigger, stronger and tougher...add in some of them regenerated from near death and it just seemed endless. One evening fate would look down on him and make his life interesting. Fuck you fate. The seven duchies were reduced to the seven noble houses of New Faiella and their sons and daughters were automatically enrolled in the Empyrean Order, the finest fighters who ever lived. Too bad their kids were jerks. When Delwin of House Fiona was slumming with his fellow Empyrean Order in the low quarter, most gave them deference and endured their sloppy drunken lechery. Until they came across Dekado. He had lost friends tonight and wasn't in the mood. Everyone else was understanding that their parents had made the ultimate sacrifice in trying to slay the dragon, Dekado was dealing with the blowback that came every night.<br/><br/>When Delwin made a pass at him angry words were exchanged. Dekado didn't favour males but that had nothing to do with it. Delwin was a mean drunk and an ass. The thing is, even when Delwin issued the challenge to a formal duel, you can't accept. Not when he is a drunk Empyrean and you are a Guard. Dekado did accept though. He gave Delwin three cycles to sober up and get his affairs in order. By rights anything belonging to the loser would go to the winner at the end of the duel. Dekado even allowed the brave Empyrean knight to back out at any time during those three days. You had to bend over backwards to appease the nobles. Delwin didn't do any of that, he didn't think it over, he didn't reconsider, he barely stopped drinking. It didn't matter. The Empyrean youngling had only been learning from tutors and books about the twenty one schools of swordsmanship for a mere forty years. He had never been in a fight were people didn't count points. Delwin's style was picture perfect, his technique was superb--Delwin was strong for an elf and fast. That didn't stop his dying within eight minutes. In front of the Guard and Empyrean Order as well as a few thousand other spectators he had killed the scion of a dynasty.<br/><br/>The son of the Duke had never really felt the pain of someone smashing your kneecap, sweeping your blade aside to puncture your heart and the rather unnecessary for an elf but par for the course in killing a troll of the wheeling maneuver that took his head off. As the heir to his father's house Delwin had effectively lost his duchy to a commoner. Dekado watched them all but shiver and spasm as the understanding hit them. He let them stew for a bit before declaring he didn't want their home or even a place in it, just Delwin's personal belongings which included his father's magical blade of crystal and the folios of the Empyrean combat arts. The nobles were sick to their stomachs, a commoner ...no a Guard had humiliated one of their best and brightest rising stars in all but moments and while he could have theoretically have taken the titles of Delwin, Dekado showed leniency and claimed but a few prizes. They didn't like it because now their elite fighting standards were 'out there' to be shared with the rabble.<br/><br/>The Empyrean knights didn't feel quite so invincible all of a sudden. Neither did the Queen Faerilyth. Not when a freaking Guard took out one of their own and they were surrounded by the Guard. Even though he technically gave Delwin every opportunity to back down, somehow it was Dekado's fault for killing his opponent. Delwin would never have spared his life but that was beyond the point. Delwin was actually important and Dekado was a lowly Guard. It caused a great deal of tension for nearly thirty years. Dekado found his friends began to distance themselves and he got the most dangerous missions far more often than most. Fine. It just gave him plenty of time to put to practice all these new things he was learning.<br/><br/>It took another seven hundred years before they would face Ayrsia. She didn't wait for them this time, she had finally healed and had marshalled the forces of the elves' racial enemies as her own. She had nearly destroyed their nation in a few months when they were at the height of their power alone, this was just going to be putting the echoes of a great song down once and for all. She would take down the trolls and orcs next. She may be beautiful and golden but her heart was vile and dark. The Midnight Sons tore through her ranks like wildfire. The Empyrean Order stood their ground and had even developed magic against her attacks. It had been seventeen hundred years of them preparing to fight her on a logical level, she didn't think that any of their magics would actually work this effectively.<br/><br/>It was Dekado that came out of nowhere to plunge that crystal sword through one eye, then only yank it out to spin and plunge it into the other. None of these noble elves had every taken such tactics. Even deprived of her sight, she was dragon with senses that quickly compensated. He didn't fight like a savage. There was a plan and then another. When she destroyed the ground beneath him he leapt from one piece of flying debris to another to bring the fight back to her. While he occupied her the others would pelt her with arrows and magic. It made her furious. Dekado was always on her though, he pretended to retreat when she was strong and immediately reversed that to slash down her wings or take out one of her clawed hands. She hated him like few others in the universe. He didn't even have the decency to hate her back as fiercely. She read his thoughts...she was some cancer to be cut out of the world. He thought of her as a disease...and then she felt that stupid crystalline sword cut through her ribs just before her heart was ripped from her.<br/><br/>She cursed and damned him with her final breaths. Out of all the nicknames, slurs and screamed insults he had gathered over the years, that is the one that people remembered. Suddenly the Queen was his 'friend' and 'ally'. She began talking of creating an eighth duchy with him as the new Duke. Fuck her. It took over two millennia of fighting and then taking out their greatest foe for her to recognize his worth? He left his realm to rebuild in the sunlight as he discovered his own new abilities and met others like him. Other Dragon Slayers. Brothers and sisters at arms.<br/><br/><strong>Crest Location:</strong>Over his heart. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b5/dc/8fb5dc69cac0743ee0561102e77d6c34.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong>Greatsword  (https://img.favpng.com/19/14/22/granblue-fantasy-sword-weapon-joyeuse-katana-png-favpng-uTc5zxqpqJ6y3UwFZb71zxbJz.jpg)made of enchanted volcanic crystals, adamantine and silver.<br/><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong>Plasma sheath: his blade absorbed some of the power of Ayrsia. With a but a thought his crystal blade glows he can sheath it in plasma, much like a miniature sun.<br/><br/><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong>Dragon Mode  (https://i.imgur.com/YSLM2k4.png)His draconic form is a good blend between man and dragon, much like a werewolf is a good split between man and wolf. He has come to think of this as his war form. He doesn't deny he's draconic but its a mental thing in his head that he only resembles them in appearance not thinking. Growing another foot and a half and gaining almost two hundred pounds of muscle mass Dekado's dragon form is mostly black with a golden underside. He is very much a humanoid and this form is mesmerizingly attractive rather than repulsive--although he would look at you funny if you said that.<br/><br/><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>★<span class="bbc_u">Martial arts</span>: Dekado has an instinctive understanding of combat and hundreds of years of devoting himself to protecting his homeland, an innate knowledge in hand-to-hand fighting styles. He is always watching and analyzing opponents style of combat and flaws in the opponent's attack and defense. He has learned to use attacks that can automatically knock down the opponent or use the strength/weakness of the opponent to his favor.</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Solar Healing</span>: Dekado, like everyone else is constantly absorbing sunlight. The sun is the force that provides light and life to the world and he has learned to use this light to heal both himself and others. While out in the sun he can freely use this to heal, at night/underground this ability is much more limited.</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Flare</span>: Light can do a lot of things. It can illuminate. It can welcome. It can warm. As it turns out, it can also make laser beams that slice through protosteel</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Life-Force Detection</span>: Dekado has the ability of being able to sense the presence of life along with a detailed understanding about what he is sensing. He always knows how many beings are in his immediate area. He's honed this ability to be able to track a life as part of his duties as a Dragon Slayer.</li></ul><strong>Strengths:</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Acute Senses: he's an elf, an augmented elf. All of his senses are just simply better than a humans almost approaching some animals.</li><li>Combat Reflexes: you train your whole life to fight the big bads in the world and your reactions become extraordinary, with nothing really surprising you for more than a moment.</li><li>Lust for Life: After he killed the dragon he learned to live a little. He loves food, is open to a lot of new ideas and experiences and is always up to go dancing. </li><li>Daredevil: rarely did any plan survive the battlefield. Dekado has discovered that not only is he good at taking risks, he is even better at surviving them. Although not exactly an adrenaline junkie, he doesn't hesitate to some Batman level shit when the opportunity calls for it.</li><li>Calm Heart: at his core, he is not in search of the next scrap or battle. Its a duty he is good at and fulfils without complaint. Dekado is a naturally calm and well composed person who isn't easily provoked and even then, is always thinking.</li></ul><strong>Weaknesses:</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Too many life times of war: Dekado has lost a lot of friends over the years. Every now and then he just needs to be alone and remember them. One of the few times he drinks. Losing someone he cares for affects him strongly.</li><li>A Knight's Code: maybe not with the flowery speech or fighting with regimented rules, but he will step in when people are being picked on or hurt. When a building is on fire he runs towards it to get the people out. He believes in the ideals of knighthood and nobility.</li><li>Abstains from Alcohol: You can't get shitfaced and think you are going to be in any shape to fight a troll or train properly. Its a crutch he didn't allow himself. Alcohol affects him more than it would for someone of his size and build.</li><li>Insomnia: he doesn't always sleep well. He usually ends up training to tire himself out and clear his head.</li><li>Likes things bright. Maybe its his powers but he always feels cold in the darkness. Even when he sleeps he likes a candle burning and always has heavy blankets. Darkness and cold attacks hurt him more than other attacks.</li><li>Not exactly a Luddite but using technology to solve his problems occurs last to him, beyond not understanding most Earth technology. He would like the fun technology when exposed to it.</li></ul><br/><strong>Hobbies/Interests:</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Dancing--he already moves with the grace of an acrobat, moving to music soothes him.</li><li>Singing--a hauntingly deep voice, he would sing when remembering the fallen.</li><li>Gardening--he didn't want to only see his life as killing things</li><li>Drawing/Painting--he's always been good at this, just didn't have a lot of time for it</li></ul><br/><strong>Character Soundtrack:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Born Ready</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGdHAyM6FZY</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Believer</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wtfhZwyrcc</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Unstoppable</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekM0VflXyok</div></div><br/><strong>On/Offs:</strong>Bowen's O/O's (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=60136)