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Description

Jetharius is best described as a bipedal dragon hybrid, more dragon than human; having a red dragon mother and silver half-dragon half-elf father. His scales are a cascading ruby red contrasted by a stark pair of emerald green eyes with a glint of gold. His claws, horns and teeth are an ash gray. He stands around 12.5' tall with a tail nearly half that length long. His frills blend from an ash gray to a midnight black and creep down his head to the tip of his tail. Powerful wing-arms and broad wings are normally folded behind him, each wing has two claws at the wrist. His musculature is lean yet well built from years of training and longer yet blacksmithing.
Controversially, Jetharius is capable of morphing into a humanesque form. While resembling more of a human than half elf, Jetharius has stark brown-silver hair and the same emerald green-gold eyes. His ears are tapered and he has longer than normal canines, tongue and nails. His face is slender and hawk-like giving him a wild magical-like appearance. He stands just shy of 6 feet tall and has the same lithe yet strong build.

Personality

Effectively described by the quote "F*ck you, I'm a dragon" Jetharius has a bit of a pride issue. He looks down to all "lesser" races. His demeanor is controversially cool and collected, however under the right circumstances he can loose his self control. Jetharius' most defining trait is his stubbornness. He will not back down readily unless he considers himself above a task. Once Jetharius makes a decision there is almost no chance of him changing his mind. This stubborn nature extends from a borderline obsessive-compulsive perfectionism, especially in his personal crafts and practices. A favorite quote of his is, "A plausible answer today is shadowed by a perfect answer tomorrow". Jetharius is also patient and logical, giving him a quiet disposition and lacking in a relative sense of time. While quiet, he also is quick witted and incredibly sharp.

Equipment

The Sister Swords MiirvythArcancaex/Aesthiermiircaex: The pair of swords crafted by Jetharius. Both swords utilize varying ultrasonic-harmonic vibration to exponentially increase cutting potential. The total forging process for each sword took roughly 10 years each. The metals used in the forging process were Alumite (an osmium and aluminum alloy), Mithril, Gold and Adamant.
The construction of the swords requires the forked Alumite core to be produced first. This core is the foundation for the blades and tang. The alloy itself has extraordinary tensile strength and purity being comprised of osmium aluminum (OsAl2) alloy. The osmium itself is heavy and promotes peerless harmonic and magical resonance due to its extreme density and hardness. When alloyed with aluminum at a 1:1 ratio the metal looses much of its weight and toxicity and forms octahedral single floating covalent bonds. These floating covalent bonds allow free transfer of electrons between a homogenously distributed atomic lattice. This alloy is known for its tensile strength and moderate weight, in contrast the metal is very brittle.
In order to prevent a broken blade or a gap in the floating single point covalent bonds in the Alumite, the core is shrouded by folded Adamant. This nearly indestructible metal is far more flexible than Alumite and far lighter in weight. The shroud reaches from the shoulder of the blades to the point, forming most of the flat. The Alumite edge of the blade has a tri-molecular coating of adamant to prevent oxidation and corrosion. The edges of the blades rival that of obsidian and are honed to a mere 6nm. The blades meet the guard at the shoulder where the adamantine is carbonized to supplement hardness. This carbonized adamantine is black in color compared to the silvery white of its pure cousin. The carbonized adamantine also coats the Alumite tang to prevent corrosion and oxidation before tapering off to a gold pommel.
The hilt is wrapped in tanned demon-hide and has a black-brown appearance. The pommels of both swords are embedded with a massive 550ct star ruby and several 20ct astral diamonds. The gems are of perfect quality and clarity offering another medium of magical resonance to the already existing osmium. The right blade of both swords is engraved; each blade has a different draconic script. Miirvyth has a red and black script while Aesthier has a green and blue script. The lettering of the script is of crushed gemstone melted into an engraving in the blade.
Both blades were enchanted during their tempering and as such are indestructible by any normal or magical means. The enchantments are folded open-ended spells that are layered to achieve the desired results. The primary purpose of the enchantments is the indestructibility; each sword also has a secondary purpose. Miirvyth has an enchantment to drain vitality from rent opponents. Aesthier has an enchantment to bolster the wielder’s defense based on the opponent. Jetharius purposely left the enchantments open-ended to allow the magic of the swords to evolve. Slowly the sister swords develop a sense of sentience through their evolution. They lacked any direct means of communication however, and would simply express their moods and impressions through their varying frequencies. Once Jetharius creates a set of rings to serve as a sheath for the swords, the spell of storing used implies an interesting effect on the swords. The magic and sentience of the swords bleeds through the sheath and condenses into an intangible dragon shaped manifestation. The manifestation looks almost like a fast moving fiery star sharing the colors of their enchantments. While in this form the sister swords are capable of a much larger degree of communication through posture and attitude.
The two sword spirits are very defensive of both themselves and their wielder. They show open hostility toward any unrecognized individuals that approach them. Miirvyth being the more hot-headed and aggressive of the two will usually lead the assault on newcomers flitting about their head in irritation. Aesthier is the defensive and passive aggressive type and will often provoke Miirvyth into an all out brawl on occasion. More often than not however, the two get along much like siblings and will serve their wielder with a single minded fervor. The spirits are always moving, when they stop moving they are known to disappear and manifest elsewhere. Watching them is like trying to follow a fast moving hummingbird dodging between branches.

Enchanted Half Plate Jetharius dons a set of black 1/2 plate shoulders that summon the full set of his enchanted half plate on request. The half plate is made of mithril and is extremely light, the armor having been enchanted specifically for him confers easy movement at all times. When the armor is stored, a simple black leather belt, greaves and bracers along with a black scale mail tabard are all that he wears. In human form, the armor scales to size, however he dons high quality silken garments underneath all of the armor.

Dimensional Dagger Key to a personalized demi-plane of the wielders design. This small plane is creviced between the astral and material plane and impossible to find without the guide of the key. The dagger cuts through the fabric of the planes into the demi-plane at the wielders command and closes at the wielders command or when metal focus is lost. The dagger is also capable of cutting through magical enchantments such as deflection spells or enchanted armor.

Loops of Serenity Two platinum loops that are pierced through Jetharius' left frill/ear. The loops have no visible connection and render him immune to undesired mind-affecting spells and effects. The magic of the accessory draws upon the magical strength of its wearer. Indefinite immunity is not possible however, when rested Jetharius is capable of maintaining a passive defense for hours.

History

Conceived by his father Ixenoveth Karovth within his mother Rhazrakeldril in a dingy tavern on the outskirts of the very world, Jetharius' conception was of sheer chance. Neither of the two knew that the other was hiding their true form or even considered the plausibility that either of them could be anything but what they appeared. Such was fate, that Ixenoveth a Silver Half-Dragon and Rhazrakeldril an aged Red dragon would procreate. Ixenoveth after a few too many mugs of mead was coaxed away by a dashing vixen, having recently renounced his crusade for the light and picking up the way of the ranger. The disguised Rhazrakeldril had chosen Ixenoveth for his allure and strength, a strong male was always more fun to toy with.
In the aftermath of the event, Rhazrakeldril discovered her conception and brooded on the situation, half-breeds were always tedious and irritating to raise. She sought out Ixenoveth a second time to inform him of his soon to be had child and of her true nature. Ixenoveth however, was not easy to track down. Before Rhazrakeldril could find the ranger, time ran out. She birthed her single egg and proceeded to search for Ixenoveth. The day following, she located him and demanded he take the egg. Ixenoveth then revealed his own true nature and Rhazrakeldril realized that her soon to be hatched offspring was far more than just a muddled human-dragon. Instead he would carry the legacy of two dragons, of two elements, and in generation upon generation upon generation past, the legacy of gods. Rhazrakeldril immediately revoked her demand and ignored Ixenoveth's pleas to raise their child. Rhazrakeldril warned him of his doom should he ever enter her dwelling. One night in secret with the help of his renounced brotherhood he was able to sneak into Rhazrakeldril's lair and forged a ritual upon Jetharius' egg, hopefully for the better.
On the lunar eclipse of the equinox of the 100th year of ReiRyuu by the dragon calender, the muffled cracks of an egg and the reedy cries from within drew all of Rhazrakeldril's attention. Her other offspring were warned of interrupting this event and the consequences that would follow. The motherly red dragon nuzzled the egg free of the surrounding treasure and watched as tiny fractures spread from one crack to another. Before the egg shells fell away and a small ruby red form unfurled in the remnants of its prison. It wailed once like wood rubbing on wood. Rhazrakeldril traced the figure with her hawklike golden orbs, catching every detail. Bipedal, male, strong, agile, wings, tail, eyes... Her golden orbs were drawn in by this hatching's emerald green eyes. They sought about the darkness and locked on the glowing golden orbs that watched him. "You will be... Jetharius, Jetharius Ircylarv (Silverbane)"
The siblings were not keen on their mother's blatant favoritism of their newest sibling. Unlike his siblings Jetharius lacked the vain, pityless, and selfserving element of his fiery heritage. They teased him relentlessly and more often then not would plague and torture him out of entertainment whenever their mother was not present. Because of this Jetharius learned that at an early age that stealth tactics and fleetness of foot are a powerful ally.
After several long arduous years with his mother, one event finally forced Jetharius to forsake his home. He fled the safety of her lair no older than a adolescent. While fleeing his siblings managed to run him into a tree and brake several bones most aptly his Primary Alar Radius, one of his weight bearing wing bones. He crashed into the forest and struggled on claw for several weeks. His wounds healing malformed and untended. By stroke of luck his father discovered him and welcomed him. He returned to his mountain and convinced his vassal, a dwarven colony that Jetharius will not attack. Jetharius being in no condition to argue was more than willing to comply. After a long month of pain and recovery Jetharius began to learn from his father. Languages, trades, sciences, religions, arts and crafts were all within the vastness of his father's knowledge. Once the young red had picked his father clean of details he set to reading for himself whatever he could get his claws on. The following summer, Ixenoveth offered to teach Jetharius how to track and survive in the wild, how to commune with nature. Being a red dragon, Jetharius was skeptical at first but quickly picked up on the lessons. In the same time frame, Jetharius was also learning the arts of martial and ranged weaponry from his father. Having previously been a weapon master during a human waged war, Ixenoveth was astounded by his son's progression and resilience. The young hybrid had mastered what Ixenoveth had taken years to master in a few short months. During that winter, a legion of orcs attempted to siege the castle mountain while Ixenoveth was away. The warlord of the orcs had witnessed that mountain years ago and was thwarted by Ixenoveth. Now, however he would siege the fortress while the half-dragon was away. While the warlord was bright he wasn't very observant. He never noticed the addition of another dragon-hybrid. When the orcs did lay siege to the fortress they were turned away by Jetharius this time supported by the dwarves. Jetharius was offered an opportunity to learn dwarven blacksmithing, a rarely offered gift. He accepted whole-heartedly and learned the slow and arduous process of forging and smelting, even some mining. Several short years after this, on a particularly normal night, in the throughs of a particularly normal week, something happened to upset the life Jetharius had come to love. Jetharius' half-brother murdered his father and retreated.
Shortly after his father's murder, Jetharius sold his sword usually in the form of a human earning a powerful reputation and more powerful title. Near the end of his century long career Jetharius had gone as far as ending a human war. At this point Jetharius sought to understand more about himself and a tiny crystal memento left to him by his father. He sought out several sources of information, all that lead to dead ends. After a tedious chain of events and months of tracking, Jetharius finally caught a wiry mage known as Kalkahnor. After meeting with Kalkahnor Jetharius returned home to visit old memories and his dwarven friends. Again much to his displeasure in his absence, the mountain-fortress had been overthrown by human bandits. Jetharius cleansed his old home of the intruders and scoured his old home for any signs of his friends. They were either slain or have long since retreated. Jetharius sought to regain his mental stability and forged the sister of Miirvyth completing his set of swords. After the ten year process he returned to Kalkahnor as arranged by their previous encounter. The mage should have lived up to the dragon's expectations by now.

Jetharius Karvoth's Story