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Naev

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a character in “Dragon Night”, as played by ¢σℓ∂

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* DRAGONVEÐRFÖLNIR
x▬▬▬▬▬    CLASS   TIDAL
▬▬▬▬▬    BREATH  WATER
▬▬▬▬▬    ABILITY  FREEZING WATER



▋▋▋▋   PERSONAL INFORMATION

He grew up with his feet dipped into tide pools, with sweet black teas and delicate, porcelain cups held between his fingers. As the second son of a southern marquess Naev lived in comfort, often spending his days with private tutors and a thin, iron sword. Far from his country’s capital the town his father governed flourished alongside the beach: artisans took advantage of the natural metals and mineral crystals of the Earth and sea, fishermen enjoyed bountiful catches throughout the seasons, and the less fortunate made their coin through harvesting salt and selling to landlocked neighbors. It was a place where the wealthy and poor shared the ocean during the sweltering heat of summer, the type of place where the nights are accompanied by the song of wind chimes and where children reached their hands into the shallow waters and felt the smooth scales of gentle, tidal dragons.

Tucked in the rosewood shelving of the library are legends and poetry of Níor’s beginnings, of travelers struck by wanderlust who sought out rich, fertile land and the great beasts they found swimming in the clear blue depths of southern waters. Written in ink are tales of floods and heavy rains, of the bravery of adventurers and the guidance of wise beasts, of fighting terrible monsters and of bards charming maddened dragons with song hypnosis. Nonetheless, today the people there live peacefully with the native species, and more so than that, the marquess’ family is particularly close to these dragons, each generation inheriting the responsibility of looking over them from their ocean side, stone château.

Her name is Veðrfölnir, her body slim and several meters long, her opalescent scales are of white tinged with a spectrum of cold blues and her eyes glisten, ethereal and strikingly whimsical. Nicknamed Veo by the children, she’s a tidal dragons raised by Naev’s mother, born a decade before he had entered the world, and as his bones grew thicker and his hair longer their bond reverberated, maturing into a synchronization and a state of unwavering trust. As a child Naev was easy to frighten, afraid of shadows and prone to hiding behind his mother’s skirts – always holding tears in the corners of his eyes, always curling trembling fingers into his palms. But he could only remain so cowardly when his mother gave birth to new children, when he needed to become strong for his little siblings, and by Veo’s side he found that courage to stand up straight, with his head held high.

Hiding his fears became a form of obsession, it meant bandaging his fingers to cover blisters and only viewing the world through windows and open books. He learned of geography, physics, and literature, he played piano during evenings and spent countless hours in gardens with an open book. Naev can eat any food with practiced etiquette and can name off species of flowers with relative ease, yet he has never forged close friendships nor he has never stepped far from his comfort zone. It seems he will forever just stick to his studies and never demand anything for himself, his head heavy with the weight of possibility – and if there’s a possibility he’ll fall, he will instead stay firmly planted onto the ground.

Berk is a strange, faraway place and Naev feels completely foreign while attending the Dragon Academy, although he never lets his anxiety and unease show upon his face. To live alongside dragons was natural for the people of Níor, but to ride them so casually was an idea born from something bizarre. Yet Naev’s father came to him, speaking of international relations and progression, and with his apprehension pressed at the back of his throat Neav agreed – after all, what else was he to do? Always near the top of his class Naev tutors other students and excels at anything academic, and Veo continues to languidly swim in the waters, playing with local children while her companion frets over studies at the ocean side, one never too far from the other.

So begins...

Naev's Story

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Character Portrait: Riyad and Ubon Character Portrait: Séraphin Character Portrait: Isolde Character Portrait: Mitzi Character Portrait: Ingrid Character Portrait: Naev Character Portrait: Hefring Character Portrait: Rien Character Portrait: Njord Character Portrait: Aurelius
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It's been nearing three weeks since they last saw Ayesha. It was more than enough confirmation for Berk Dragon Academy's students that she was missing, and not just busy as the general public had been lead to believe. They also knew, however, that spreading that information may raise tensions even higher, so most chose to continue their life as normal.

Well, most. A rather enthusiastic individual made the decision to search for her himself. Séraphin wasn't exactly the best student in terms of performance, but he had a lot of heart and energy. But it was an endeavour that wouldn't be best done alone. An extra pair of eyes wouldn't hurt. Well, he did have his dragon, but he was thinking less reptilian companions. Like actual humans. He might wind up in Dan if left to his own devices, and Isolde was not going to volunteer rescuing him from their clutches.

Mitzi was an ideal candidate for a member, and through her, Isolde was dragged into the their small band. Finding the fourth member was proving a bit trickier, but eventually, they found it in Aurelius. He seemed interested. If anything, he could cover their backs as the teachers were rather partial to the blond.

With that, the Dragon Flight Club was born, borrowing the name of Hiccup's past troupe at Isolde's suggestion. A name like that was bound to bring some luck over to their side, right?

If yesterday was the day they finally named themselves, today would be their first official meeting. Official class time had finally ended in Berk, and students were free to do as they pleased on the island. The four chose their meeting place; atop the highest point in the island, underneath the shade of the Wryst tree. Now was the time they decide their next move.


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Mitzi might have been there sooner, but she had to go get Isolde. She practically dragged her friend with her to the meeting, grinning ear to ear in anticipation.

Most of Berk might have been content believing whatever they were told about Ayesha's disappearance, but Mitzi wasn't among them. She hated sitting on her hands and doing nothing, especially when it seemed like no one else was investigating what needed to be investigated. Besides, if it turned out that the alpha really was just out looking for a cure to Felon's Plague (which Mitzi didn't believe, but it was possible), then she was taking too long, and surely could use some help.

Of course, that didn't solve the problem of finding her in the first place. Mitzi would have gladly charged headfirst into the sky without a clue where to check first, just roaming and exploring until, with luck, she happened upon the alpha. It didn't take a genius to tell her that wasn't practical, though. Not to mention she'd tried that once already, and Baird refused to move for an hour. Hopefully, this meeting would drudge up some plans more likely to actually work.
"Hey, maybe we should invite Naev," Mitzi mused aloud. He was good at that stuff, logic and all.

Mitzi stretched her arms out over her head and let out a long, echoing cheer. Her thighs held strongly to Baird's sides as he soared through the air. She relished the feeling of wind in her hair and Baird's strong wings beside her. If they were to keep this secret meeting a secret, Mitzi wasn't the best addition.

Still, they soon landed at the highest point on Berk. Mitzi hopped off the dragon and hugged his neck, a move that lifted her feet off the ground, before she bounced off to the Wryst tree. Baird curled up for a nap in the sun while she sidled up to Séraphin with a grin.
"Didn't keep you waiting too long, did we?" she teased with one eye closed, and stuck her tongue out at him childishly.

"Mind if I join in?"

Mitzi yelped, jumping away from the voice. She bumped into the trunk of the tree with a quiet
"ow," before slowly peeking back around to see who'd joined them. "Hefring," she gasped, then squeaked pathetically and hid behind the tree. Having the Hefring and Fafnir on their side would definitely be a good thing, but Mitzi was a bit distracted by the general harshness and intimidation, and hadn't quite processed what Hefring had asked yet.

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Burned the wound-fire in bloody gashes, were the long-beards lifted against the life of warriors –

He recited the poem, his voice swathed in warmth, inspired by the curl of the sun’s flames and the way the its light stretched across the moor and sea. Shadows from trees loomed across the stalks of grain and wildflowers, as did the shadow of Veðrfölnir, the great beast curled listlessly in a dip of the land, her eyes drooping with sleep and scales reflecting heavenly illumination. “The sea-of-wounds surged high around the swords’ edges, ran the stream-of-arrows on the strand of Storth-isle… You know, we’re not going to get anything done by lying here.” The serenity of prose was broken by lighthearted teasing, but despite that he didn’t move from leaning again the dragon’s stomach, sprouts of dandelions and weeds nestled alongside his legs. He could feel her slow, melodramatic exhale, and he gazed upwards, watching as birds flew in the west and as dragons soared towards the highest point of Berk.

“…Wasn’t that Baird and Josco?” Squinting, Naev watched the faraway figures vanish, and with a defeated sigh of his own he stood, closing the book he had been reading from and brushing soil off of his paints. He wasn’t entirely sure what certain students of the academy were planning, but the mere thought of the mystery made his stomach twist and sink in forewarning – his intuition lingering on the disappearance of Ayesha and Maw, and the disease that unraveled all structures of peace. Beside him Veo lifted her head, stare fixated on the sky above, and as if something within the clouds had convinced her to move the dragon began to stand, lifting her large body off of the ground. “So you’re interested?” He questioned her, narrowing his eyes in suspicion whilst craning his next to make eye contact, although she stubbornly refused to meet his eyes, to the effect of playing dumb.

“Fine, fine.” His shoulders slumped and he redirected his attention elsewhere, this time in the direction of Njord’s property, considering the weight of books in his bag and how their contents were mostly pertaining to the study of dragon biology (alas, there was very little information he could dig up, the majority of his findings either vague or incomplete). “Let’s visit Njord. I think I may ask him a few things.” Stalked by uncertainty Naev and Veðrfölnir left the moor in pursuit of the Beast Master, soon arriving with the former’s hesitant steps and Veo’s laziness, the dragon immediately returning to curling up in the sun – unlike another dragon that happened to be taking off (Fafnir too? it seemed as if everyone was alive and well today).

He toyed with the idea of using an excuse of needing to study (though he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere alone), but in the end he succumbed to the anxiety of being seen running away and continued searching for the boy. Fortunately he wasn’t difficult to find (admittedly the bright red orb was hard to miss) and after a brief repose of regret (he bit the inside of his cheek and felt a chill on the back of his neck) Naev brushed away the annoyingly clingy doubts, and called out to him. “Njord?” Inwardly he may wince at his inflection, but outwardly he smiled easily, his posture straight and gait even as he approached. “My apologies for bothering you, but do you have a minute?”

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After Hefring left Njord approached Valkaris with a large comb and began running it's teeth through the young dragon's mane. Though it only needed to be brushed once a day Valk simply insisted that her beautiful locks remain tangle-free and far more gorgeous than the other dragons of Berk (although Njord honestly couldn't tell the difference). He hopped on her back and ran his fingers through her hair, noting that she'd need a trim soon.

Odin knows how much of a meltdown she'll have when she molts again, he thought as he found a tangle to fix.

It was always a funny image when she would shed as her hair sometimes followed suit with her skin, leading to more tantrums and refusals to partake in any activity involving the sight of other dragons. If she did have to see them however, he'd always have to make sure that the green reptile didn't try to overcompensate with petty fights.

“My apologies for bothering you, but do you have a minute?”

Ah! What awful map awareness did he have? He nearly didn't see the blonde boy with Veo taking comfort in the sun.

"Has Veo been getting into the algae again?" he asked, glancing first at her before turning over to Naev.

Though older by two years, he held the aura of not a man but a young student. Naev held himself in high esteem and that certainly showed in his library of knowledge but he often wondered how well traveled he was. Naev was distinctly foreign much like Hefring so Njord had a bigger interest in scrutinizing the man's behavior. Had his first true journey been to Berk? Then there was Veo, the tidal dragon. She was a true rarity; she was nothing like any dragon he'd ever seen. Equal parts amphibious and dragon made her a sight to behold, but also to be wary of. It was one thing if a dragon was always angry, but the calm ones were what he truly feared. They had less predictability and more...deliberation.

Veo certainly had more going on inside her brain Valkaris.

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The question brought him to glance back at Veðrfölnir, her eyes fixated on the smallest of creatures that wandered into the property, only glancing elsewhere when shadows dragged across the ground, when she looked upwards only briefly to watch dragons fly overhead. Laughter brimmed at his throat, but with craftiness he smothered the effervescence, covering his mouth with his hand until the edges of his lips returned to a more suitable state. “She’s been keeping away from the algae, thankfully.” Naev answered, facing Njord and Valkaris yet again, his line of vision capturing the image of a boy grooming a dragon of a certain regality – her hair thick in threads of white, white that reminded him more of polished marble than icecaps or fallen snow.

His country had its own diverse assemblage of dragon species, but in Níor it was rare for one to see anything other than a tidal species, and even after becoming familiar with Berk he could still feel his brain linger on what it considered bizarre – but he couldn’t spend all day admiring Valkaris, and straightened out his train of thought with an uneven, awkward smile. “I’ve been looking through some texts on draconic biology and the diseases they're susceptible to – especially those specific to the species – but… Not unlike anyone else, I haven’t found a lead to something.” Ending the thought on an exhale Naev rubbed the back of his neck, the muscles underneath his skin fraught and sore, as he held weight on his shoulders with his head full of worries and fruitless book knowledge.

There were only so many physical records of draconic studies in the world, and it felt like a proper anatomy illustration of any dragon was a distant legend at this point; even in Níor autopsies on dragon’s were rare, for the sheer size of dragons made the task so laborious that anyone would grimace at the mere thought. When scouring the academy’s library for something useful all he really learned was that what humans knew about dragons was next to nothing, and that Hiccup’s journals were a treasure they were lucky to have.

His fingers curled against his nape and slowly Naev lowered his hand, attempting to not fidget in front of Njord and Valkaris. “I’m considering the cause to be either material or efficient, but that’s hardly useful.” He added, his tone becoming somewhat strained, stressed from nightmares and late nights spent reading textbooks in candlelight. From behind him Veo’s tail curled up into the air, twitching for a moment before becoming still, just as Naev rose his head, his mouth settled into a thin, solemn line. “I came here because I was wondering if you discovered anything – and I mean, honestly, anything at all, even the smallest detail.” His heart seemed to clench within his chest, and although his tone began to sound frantic he kept himself as composed as he could be, posture straight and gaze unwavering – after all, he didn’t come here to remain hopeless mess.

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Njord nodded as he listened to Naev's words. That tended to be the case with most dragonology. Though they knew how diseases worked from a mechanical standpoint they had ways to go for cause and effect. Most the information had amounted to "X causes Y. Kill the dragon and run away" which rarely made for good science. The little that they did know came from the dissection of dead dragons but that felt far too cruel for those taken early by the Felon's Plague.

"Unfortunately I'm in the same boat as you," he sighed, "my own theory was of a foreign disease brought over by a careless trader or something similar yet that makes it even harder to narrow down considering the number of people who enter Berk."

He hated to think that his job might have anything to do with the disease but they were running out of options.

"Were it something material we would have to go through every object that's come and gone through the ports and I don't think that's feasible especially since Valk has never had an issue playing with whatever we buy."

He rubbed his chin for a moment before continuing.

"My reasoning behind the idea of it being foreign is due to the accessibility of travel now that everyone's learning to ride dragons. It's not uncommon that we've had to pick up different herbs and roots in case Valk or any of the baby dragons catch something, but we've been careful to inoculate potential victims. It's standard practice for breeders."