❛⠀basics.

• Nickname(s): Angel, Dragon Tamer, Flower Boy.
• Date of Birth: October 14 (26).
• Species: Human — Dragonborn.
• Place of Birth: Kingdom of Aeris.
• Occupation: Prince of Myrador.
• Spoken Language(s): Dragonia (language of the dragons), English.
• ual Orientation: Panual.
• Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single.

❛⠀appearance.

• Height: 178cm.
• Weight: 62kg.
• Hair Color: Blond.
• Eye Color: Hazel.
• Piercing(s): One on the right ear. See here.
• Tattoo(s): The (mark of Nervym) by his nape. Small, and hidden by his hair.
• Faceclaim: Yoon Jeonghan (Seventeen).

•.*★ chapter one。 genesis.

We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do: they are. — Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore.

Jibril hasn’t always been Jibril.

When he was born, the sun had just started to fall, and it was the beginning of dusk. He greeted the universe with a healthy cry, in the warm embrace of his mother—yet the world was cold. Far too cold for the two of them. In the forest where magic lay, the skies witnessed the birth of a boy destined for far more than his mother would have expected.

His mother was a beautiful woman named Nephthys, a dancer who travelled through the kingdoms. When she had gone to the kingdom of Kronos to perform for a party during the reign of King Helias Bayne, her beauty and grace had caught the fancy of the king. It was not romantic, nor was it something like out of a fairy tale. It was pure passion and conflicts one after the other. She was a dancer—she was not fit to be queen. She was surrounded by enemies—people who did not appreciate her presence in the kingdom. She had not wanted to be queen, if she were to be honest, but if being with the king meant that she was to escape the life of running away, settling for the bare minimum of her survival, then she would prevail. She would come true.

However, the world of royals was a royal she had never ventured into before. It was a cunning world that Nephthys was unused to, and she could never have foreshadowed the plans that were put into motion just to put her out of the picture. An assassination attempt was made—not on her, but on the king.

Who was the one they blamed?

It was none other than Nephthys.

Falsely accused, her punishment was public execution. She did not want to die there—no, she could not. She did the one thing she was the best at: running away. She ran away from the kingdom, from the guards, from the king—straight into the forest she went. It was her home, it was the place where she was most familiar with. It had not been easy, trying to stay hidden from the men of the Kronos kingdom.

She had managed to survive, but she quickly realized she was not alone. She had never been alone in the first place.

Whether it be my fortune or Lady Luck frowning on her, she had discovered that she was pregnant. For a pregnant woman to live in the woods alone—that was simply impossible, even more so that she was on the run. But even so, she had to move. She left the forest, and she travelled through the kingdoms. It was in the Aeris kingdom where she had stayed when she knew she could not move too much with her growing belly.

It was there where Nephthys met a huntress. High off caution and hostile to anyone and everyone she met the first time, she had raised a sword against the huntress. It was almost pitiful—a pregnant woman challenging an able and experienced lady to a fight. Yet the huntress was not there to kill her. The huntress had told her of a bounty placed upon Nephthys’ head, and had strangely offered to aid the pregnant woman.

“What do you get in return for this?”

“Company. That’s all.”

The fates were in play. The two ladies had fallen in love, curing each other of loneliness. The huntress’ name was Isis. Together, they tried to build a home full of warmth and love in the kingdom of Aeris.

Their son was born months later. A healthy baby boy, unaware of everything his parents had gone through. Dawn, that was the name he was given. A new beginning, a new life—that was what his name symbolized.

But of course, like all good things, that small ray of sunshine did not last for long. A year later after Dawn’s birth, Nephthys was found. One of the villagers exposed Nephthys to the bounty hunters. Ruining their humble home in the far ends of the village, they had shown no mercy. Isis had forced Nephthys to run away, leave Isis behind. Isis was a capable swordswoman, but this time—Nephthys knew in her heart that she might never see Isis again after this.

She had kissed her wife goodbye, and run away.

Once again, she lost something.

All this suffering, because the royals of Kronos did not want her there.

All this suffering, because she had wanted something more for herself.

She had not known how she was able to cross the borders of the Kronos kingdom. Reaching the Beleza-Morte Pass, she had nowhere else to run to. The risk of bringing her child with her was far too high, but she could not leave him alone. The bounty hunters were closing in—what was she supposed to do?

The next thing she knew an arrow had pierced her neck.

She fell to the ground, lifeless. Her baby was still in her arms, crying as blood spilled onto the child’s blankets. The bounty hunters had rejoiced, yet before they could touch Dawn, a deafening howl broke into the atmosphere. What they saw next was a tale they would not live to tell. A dragon flew above them, landed above Nephthys’ corpse. Another roar pierced the atmosphere once more, and the area they were at, was engulfed with light.

A second passed, and there was no one there.

•.*★ chapter two。 terminus.

The land of the dragons was a land that was not for humans, that was for certain.

Huge serpentine creatures with wings occupied the heavens. With the Dragon God’s last and eternal blessing—the Ainmae Isle, a home for all the dragons to come back to, they lived safe and free from the humans’ cruelty and greed. Yet very rarely, they would choose a human; the chosen one to bear their magic and knowledge. This was frowned upon by most dragons, but none of them could do anything when Nervym, hailed as the Wise Champion of the Skies, flew back to the Isle with a human babe in its claws.

A well-respected leader above the skies, among the winged creatures, had just brought back home a human.

It was not accepted at first. “Why would you bring a wretched human into our place?” One of them would ask. While the dragons remained neutral in their stand, there were still quite a few who did not like humans at all. But Nervym had remained firm with his decision.

He knew that there would come a day where they needed to accept change. He knew that it would be the only way to ensure that the last piece of the Dragon God’s soul would remain safe in the lands of the human—a realm in which they could not freely control, a place dominated by creatures they could not rule as they vowed for peace.

This human shall become the connection between the Ainmae Isle and the human realm—the guardian of the dragons, protector of the soul.

Unknowing of the human baby’s name, Nervym gave him another one. Jibril of the Ainmae Isle. Wings of the Ainmae Isle. Nervym believed that by nurturing and taking care of the poor human child, Jibril would bring change to the Isle—to the whole dragon race. Whatever the reactions of the others around them, Nervym raised Jibril like how he would raise his own son. T’was not the ways of the humans he taught—no, it was the draconian way.

Jibril was not winged nor was he born a dragon, yet growing up, he lived and breathed as one. He learned first not the human language, but the tongue of the dragons. The dragons did not speak verbally, no, yet Jibril could hear their voices. Having lived in the Isle for as long as he did, being cared for and nurtured by the dragons themselves, his body grew to adapt to the magical island. His affinity with the dragons only enhanced his growing magical capacity the more he was trained under Nervym’s wings.

See, Jibril had never felt that he was human—in the heart. He was mortal, and he bled crimson. The dragons were ancient, almost indestructible. He was so, so different, yet his heart beat for them. He lived and moved as dragons. He did not care much if he were different from his family, or that he would not live as long they would. It did not matter—as long as he was with them, and they were together.

However, come his 18th year, Nervym had given him a gift he had not expected. For the first time, he was given the chance to go down the floating island and travel to the human realm—though not exactly given. He had always had the chance to go down; it was not as if the dragons forbid him from leaving Ainmae Isle.

He was free, for dragons respected freedom and loathed keeping prisoners and slaves. Yet it was his own decision that he had stayed. He was curious about his kind, yes, but he was… too afraid. What if he was still different? What if, even when he had walked amongst the humans, he still did not belong?

Still, he went down—flew on a wyvern’s back and threaded the human territories. The first place he had found was the kingdom of Myrador, surrounded by a sort of magical energy that mystified him. It was what drew him closer, and more captivated by the wonders of the human world. The many creatures he had never seen nor talked to before, and the different personalities the humans had—all of them were things he had never experienced before, things he had never seen until the day he walked down the human realm.

However, his being different was what caught the eye of the royal court.

Not many knew of his lineage. However, his magical capabilities were enough for the royal court to consider him as a prince to the kingdom. He was a Dragonborn—a name that was not commonly talked about. It was only his upbringing that made the royal court wary and hesitant of letting him become a candidate. He was brought of the dragon’s way, not the life of a human.

Yet when he was twenty-three, enjoying the life that both the human world and the dragon island brought to him, a decision was forced upon his hands. With the prince of the Kingdom of Myrador, Raydan Blackfyre, was voted out of the position, Jibril was the best out of the candidates.

Jibril had not wanted the position. He did not think he was fit to be the prince of a human empire. He was not primed to be a prince, nor was he trained in the ways of the humans. Yet he had no choice—the royal court was rather… convincing. The dragons, however, felt quite mixed about this. At one point, they were worried how Jibril would fare; how the world would treat their beloved human. At the other, they were proud—Jibril was giving himself his own name in the land where they believed he belonged.

At twenty-three, Jibril did not know what he was meant to be.

But he had taken the position, anyway. He could only hope that this would be a step forward to who he was supposed to be.

⸢ ⋆ ⸥ likes。
Dragons — Flying — Animals — Magical creatures — Moving about — The smell of the rain & forests — Songs.

⸢ ⋆ ⸥ dislikes。
Fight — Battles — Politics — Enclosed spaces.

⸢ ⋆ ⸥ hobbies。
Flying — Riding dragons — Singing— Dancing in the plaza.

⸢ ⋆ ⸥ secrets。
The identity of his parents — His connection with the late King Helias (both secrets he isn't aware of).

⸢ ⋆ ⸥ fears。
Getting separated from Ainmae Isle — Not truly belonging anywhere he goes.

⸢ ⋆ ⸥ random facts。
He has an angelic voice — He can communicate with most animals — He is trained in combat, however he does not like violence so he tries not to harm anyone as much as possible.

⸢ ⋆ ⸥ abilities。
Draconian mage — Draconian energy manipulation: he is able to summon and channel the spirits of the dragons. He is able to command them and use these spirits to attack or defend in his stead. He is also able to manifest their elements through their spirits. These dragon spirits serve as his guardians and protector.

•.*★ important。 Try to have something in mind and read my profile before actually talking to me about roleplaying. I am open to brainstorming, but please do not come to me completely empty-handed. Reading my profile is important.

•.*★ writing style。 3rd pov only. My length ranges from a single paragraph to a whole novella, depending on how high my muse is for the thread. I do get carried away often times, but it doesn't have to be mirrored.

•.*★ plotting style。 I prefer plotting over winging, even if it's just a small backbone of what we're supposed to be doing. This is why you should read my profile first and come to me with an idea in mind. I often do the same.

Starters are based on who seems to make the most sense to start. If it makes more sense for my character to start, then I will write the starter, and vice versa.

•.*★ important。 I rarely ever poke people, and do not like being poked. 10 days — please only poke me after 10 days. I usually know who I'm writing with, and if I haven't replied to you yet, that means either of the two things: a. I don't have enough muse for it yet and; b. I'm busy. Often times it's a mixture of both. Please don't use my replying to other threads faster than yours against me. It's a simple matter of which of the threads I have more muse with.

I'm usually fast with my replies, sometimes regardless of the length. But again, it depends on the muse. We can always drop/pick up our thread(s), but make sure you communicate with me. Also know that I might be active in the chat infrequently or a lot. I'm not a very consistent person when it comes to this.

I definitely prefer the rooms to keep the rp active! If it's not possible to get a room for it, then walls we go! My PMs are only for ooc business. Please don't post on my walls unless I allow you to.

•.*★ scenario。 availability.

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