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Delma

"I shall one day free myself from these shackles that bind me to that Spirit of that Infernal Dovahkiin, and then the world shall tremble before my Wrath."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Evrir, as played by Dark Star

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Full Name
Delvinzfir

Otherwise known currently as 'Delma' or the Thunderous Wrath of Gaia. Delvinzfir, the Embodiment of Gaia's Wrath, and the only Dovah whom can call upon the Thunderous Elements to strike down its foes before it. The Thunderous Wrath of Gaia had been captured by a Powerful Necromancer known as Thviin the Bile, and sealed deep within the Network of Catacombs that run underneath the surface of Skyrim before the Dragons had supposedly been wiped out, its power being used the Thviin at an attempt of becoming a 'God'. However upon the return of the Dovahkiin, and his exploration of these Catacombs he had come across Thviin and his Legion of the Undead, destroying them- thus weakening the Seal on Delvinzfir. However do to Delvinzfir being drained of its power or used as a 'Battery' by Thviin over the Countless decades even with the Seal being weakened it could not free itself. So it struck a Deal with the Dovahkiin, in return for its unyielding Loyalty toward him the Dovahkiin shall free it from its Prison.

Delma was originally bestowed upon it by the Dovahkiin as a 'Pet Name', and to be less tedious to say, Delvinzfir was a name that many found themselves fumbling over when attempting to say.

Description
A Large Dov/Dragon who's Scales seem to mimic the Texture and Appearance toward that of Stone, on contrast to the Scales which coat the various other Dovah which exist within Skyrim. Various horns seem to protrude from the back of its skull, smaller 'thorns' seeming to run along the base of the Dragons neck. Its forearms seeming to be somewhat larger compare to that of an Average Dovah or even compared to that of an Elder, its torso seeming to be somewhat shorter while its back legs somewhat bulkier. The creature seems more built toward traveling quickly upon land then it seems to be built for flying quickly unlike the other Dovah. The Beasts tail rather then to tip seeming to be possessing a hammer like head or hook seemed to be armored, and covered in various spikes similar to a Metal Spiked Club. Upon its head seemed to be a Silver Crown or 'Helmet, etched with Ancient Elven Runes- and a Sapphire as its centerpiece. This was crafted to serve as a head guard and 'Seal' which bound the Dragon to the Dovahkiin.

Its 'Bound Form' or 'Humanoid Form young Woman, eyes Hazel with tinges of red and chestnut- mane white as the snow that kisses the ground within Skyrim with its cold lip. Skin bronzed like the worn earth beneath ones feet, soft and vibrant. Around the Woman's neck seems to be a pendant or choker. It wrapping around her shoulders with the centerpiece being that Sapphire Gem, the Elven Runes seeming to still be embedded into it.

Attire varies, depending on the Era the Dragon exists within will effect what she seems to wear.



Age:
Decades

Also. It could be labeled as 'Unknown', seeing as the Dov has existed for Thousands upon Thousands of years, becoming the Servant of the Dovahkiin of each Generation, and seeming to watch the world change around herself. Watching as it went from the Stone Age, and into the Iron Age or the Age of technological advancement. However it would seem Dwarven Technology still stamps the Human Kinds own in its intagerty and majesty
Gender:
Ambiguous, however it Personifies as Female in Personality and Bound Appearance
Race/Main:
Dov/Dovah

(From Skyrim Wikia. Do not own any of this information.)
Dragons (Dovah, or Dov plural) are a large and powerful reptilian race from Akavir that were once widespread throughout Tamriel. Although seeming rather beast-like, they are profoundly intelligent, capable of speech, written language, and comprehending other languages.[1] Their spoken language can be used to cast powerful magic known as Thu'um or Dragon Shouts. They were rendered almost extinct, until 4E 201 when they have resurfaced in Skyrim with the return of Alduin.

The origin of dragons is unknown. The College of Whispers has questioned dremora, who claim dragons just were, and are: eternal, immortal, unchanging, and unyielding. Dragons do not mate or breed and there are no known examples of dragon eggs or dragonlings. The Iliac Bay area has stories of such things, but so far all have proven false. The eggs turned out to be eggs of over-sized lizards, not true dragons.[1]
Merethic era and dragon worshipEdit

When Ysgramor came to Tamriel in the Merethic Era, his people brought with them a faith that worshiped animal gods. Foremost among all animals was the Dragon. In the ancient Nordic tongue it was drah-gkon. Occasionally the term dov-rha is used, but the language or derivation of that is not known. Using either name was forbidden to all except the dragon priests. Many of the temples built to honor the dragons survive today as ancient ruins haunted by draugr and undead dragon priests.[2]

Dragons, as is their nature, embraced their role as man's god-kings. Clearly, they were superior to the tiny, soft, beings that worshiped them. To Dragons, power equals truth and their power over men was self-evidence of their superiority. In exchange for their obedience, Dragons granted small amounts of power to the dragon priests. In turn, the dragon priests ruled men as equals to the kings.[2]

In Atmora, where Ysgramor and his people came from, the dragon priests demanded tribute and created laws which kept the peace between dragon and man. In Tamriel, their rule was quite different. It's unclear if this was due to an ambitious dragon priest, or a particular dragon, or a series of weak kings. Whatever the cause, the dragon priests began to rule with an iron fist, making virtual slaves of the rest of the population.[2]

When the populace rebelled, the dragon priests retaliated. The dragon priests failed to collect the tribute and control the masses. The dragons' response was swift and brutal.[2] This began the Dragon War. At first, men died by the thousands. The ancient texts reveal that a few dragons, for unknown reasons, took the side of men and taught them magic to use against dragons. Priests of the Nine Divines claim it was Akatosh himself that intervened. The tide began to turn and dragons began to die too.[2]

With the rebellion against the dragon priests, dragons were slaughtered in large numbers. The dragons that survived chose to live in remote places away from men. The dragon cult itself, however, survived. They built the dragon mounds, entombing the remains of dragons that fell in the war, believing that one day the dragons would rise again and reward the faithful
Race/Sub:
Bound Familiar
Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
Thunderous Wrath of Gaia
Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual
Birthplace:
Skyrim

(Also from Skyrim Wikia)
Skyrim is a vast region set in the northern part of old Tamriel. It is the home of the Nords, large and hardy men and women who have a strong resistance to frost, both natural and magical. It is bordered by Morrowind to the east, Cyrodiil to the south, Hammerfell to the southwest, and High Rock to the west; the island of Solstheim lies to the northeast of Skyrim.

Skyrim, also known as the Old Kingdom or the Fatherland, is the home of the Nords and the setting for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. It was the first region of Tamriel to be settled by humans, who migrated there from the land of Atmora in the far north, across the Sea of Ghosts. The date of this migration is unknown, although it was before the full flourishing of Elvish civilization. According to legend, Ysgramor landed first at Hsaarik Head, at the extreme northern tip of Skyrim's Broken Cape. It is said that he and his companions were fleeing the civil war in Atmora, which at that time had a sizable population. They named the land Mereth, after the many elves that roamed the virgin forests of Tamriel.

For a long while, relations between the Snow Elves and men were relatively peaceful. However, the Snow Elves saw that the Nords, with their vastly shorter lifespans, fast rates of physical maturation and expedient (by Elvish standards) reproductive cycle, would eventually overtake them if left unchecked. At the time, men were viewed by Snow Elves as being primitive and animal-like, and it was seen as no great moral remission to stop the spread of a potentially disastrous invasive species, who would destabilize the Tamrielic ecosystem. Thus, Elvish pogroms razed the city of Saarthal on what became known as the Night of Tears. Only Ysgramor and his two sons escaped back to Atmora, and, seeing the tenuous peace which had developed between the various factions, recognized the opportunity to turn their plight into a uniting force for the human race. Within a few years, Ysgramor returned to Skyrim with an army known as the "Five Hundred Companions", composed of the heroes of the Atmoran Civil War who, without much resistance, drove the Snow Elves out and were knighted in the foundations for the First Empire.

Snow Elves persisted within the borders of Skyrim until the reign of the Thirteenth of the Ysgramor Dynasty, King Harald, at the beginning of the First Era. King Harald was the first to relinquish all holdings in Atmora (until that time, the Nords of Atmora and Skyrim had been considered the same group), proclaiming that the people of Skyrim were an independent people. All humans on Tamriel are descended from these Nords, although some bloodlines run thin.

Vrage the Gifted started the expansion that would eventually lead to the First Empire of Men. Within fifty years of his reign, the Nords ruled all of Skyrim as well as parts of High Rock, Cyrodiil, and the Dunmer lands of Morrowind. The acquisition of Morrowind was particularly bloody, still remembered in Morrowind today (the purpose of the formation of the Chimer-Dwemer kingdom of Resdayn was to expel the Nords).

The system which chose the successors to the Empire eventually proved to be its undoing. For a great while the Moot, a gathering of the lords of the many different Holds, chose the successor to the Empire. This lasted well until the death of King Borgas, when the Moot failed to nominate the popular successor. From this came the disastrous Skyrim War of Succession, during which time High Rock, Cyrodiil, and Morrowind provinces seceded with little resistance from the Nords. The war did not end until the Pact of Chieftains, when the Moot was established to convene only when there was no clear successor.
Date of Birth:
December 21st, ????
Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
The 'Markings' she seems to posses are merely the scars around her wrists from where those shackles had been bound to the Dov while it remained sealed for all these Years, that and a few running along its under belly or while in its sealed form her stomach from being struck by various weapons while fighting for its Master, scales harder then Industrial Steal having been rend by powerful enchanted weapons and leaving behind scars as a memory to the battle or battles it had endured.
Height:
Seventeen Feet/Five Foot One while Sealed
Weight
Three Thousand or Three Metric Tones/One Hundred and Ten while Sealed

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Terra
Former Residence
Skyrim
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Ding. The Bell which was attached to the small Cafe's door seemed to chime as a somewhat dainty figure slipped inside, hazel hues gently drifting upon the somewhat empty building as they looked for something or 'someone' to fixate upon, something interesting and non-boring, perhaps the Man sitting there drinking his fresh cup of coffee...? Or perhaps not?

"Hm. This seems...somewhat uninteresting, well its better then Gambits..." The Woman would seem to yawn as she moved to simply take a seat? It didn't matter so long as it was a chair, she was tired and required something to snack on? Perhaps as to offer some form of energy as to keep her awake...somewhat.

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Raised a thick brow as the Man seemed to look over toward her briefly, a strangle smile being offered her way? "Hm? Is there something you want from me?" The Woman inclined in question, white tendrils of hair running over her shoulders and resting upon the smooth surface of the table she sat at, elbows resting upon the surface, and her cheeks in her open palms. "Hm...? Whats not going to be easy...?" She didn't care if prying was rude, a Dovah didn't care much for the affairs of mortals. No she seemed more occupied of fiddling with her left horn- as if picking out 'splinters' from where it grown somewhat abnormally.

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Paused briefly. It seemed the Man looked up at her, sighing briefly after. That brow being raised again as she began to kick her legs somewhat idly. "Human. Could you fetch me some Coal and Iced Tea...?" She would pause again. Waiting for the Man to do what she had asked without considering the fact that he was busy doing something rather important, nor toward the importance of the paper's he was flipping through? "Working on a case? What sort of case...Mister Lawyer?" The Dov would incline in question, yawning again.

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Oh? Well he actually fetched her what she had asked for, without questioning her order like a grave many seemed to do- generally asking why she required Coal, however she did mutter something in the Dovah tongue before it placed what she'd asked for on the table, hopefully it was lime....or raspberry seeing her want or order was vague. "Thank you Humanoid. I am quite hungry." The Dov would yawn, grasping a small piece of coal as to pop it into her mouth.

"Murder Case? They actually charge people with murder? And here I've killed many upon many different people and haven't been charge for murder not a single time. So do you want me to off him off or something? I think I can eat another Humanoid without getting sick." The Woman seemed to yawn again, moving to pop another piece of coal into her mouth.

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Penetrating her spine? Severing it even, interesting numerous things could of happened to the Woman while she was disabled. "Hm. Sounds rather unpleasant, I'm guessing she died then, being how frail Humans are it wouldn't be surprising. However like I said, I could eat your Client...or maybe bring the Woman back to life...?" She would pause for a moment, yawning again it seemed. However it seemed he was flipping threw the pages of his transcript. "Exactly. He has no proof, its possibly be murdered her- then again someone else could of done it or it could of been accidental." The Woman seemed to almost nod off briefly after however the Man spoke again. "Hm...? Why are you defending someone who could of murdered someone? Like I said, I've murdered plenty of Humans yet haven't been charged with murder once...- Mythology....?"

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Shrugged. It mattered not, she would seem to pop another piece of coal into her mouth- crunching it in her teeth, it seemed even the Man was starting to fall asleep now much like the somewhat bored Dov. "Sure. I suppose I'll eat your Client then, I doubt they can continue a case when the person their charging was eaten by a Dovah, even if he didn't it matters little to me, he's just food...somewhat like yourself." The Woman would trail off again, seeming to reach for the Iced Tea as to sip from it.

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Paused. Seeming to muse somewhat as the Man shuddered at the thought. "It doesn't matter if you don't taste good, I generally don't taste people I eat, just tear them apart and eat them whole. Exactly, you just proven my point...or something? I'll be sure to cringe when I decide on eating you one day while you are walking down the street." The Woman would seem to sip from her drink again, well why was- well he was sleep depraved she was simply just someone who was generally tired.

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Raised a brow now. Why was the Man drinking that garbage now, it never helped and tasted somewhat bitter- well very bitter. "More then likely, I might end up eating people you know. Its not like I can tell people apart..." She would trail off again, goodness she needed to see a Doctor about her inability to stay awake, she slept more then anything else! Perhaps it was merely because she was as old as she was, even if Dovah where supposedly Immortal.

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Wham. And then her face went into the Counter, rather loudly in-fact. Lord she was tired, maybe she should go back to her Den and Rest...? "Hm...I have no idea what to say now..." Which was true. She had no idea what to say, he was nodding off- though she didn't even seem to jump when the Man tossed the Mug into the wall, shattering it.

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What the? Now the Man was slamming his head into her counter, he literally got up and slammed his face into her table? "Yes. I'm fine, I just have insomnia...? Or whatever its called...?"

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Creek. The Pub door would seem to slowly open, the sound of soft foot-steps slowly tapping out as the Dovah's bare feet padded against the ground, tendrils of white rolling over her shoulders- and down her back...it seeming to drag along the floor as the lithe figure slipped inside, hazel oculars shimmering under the light- drifting about ever so slightly taking in what they could before the figure pressed onward.. tendrils of hair dragging behind the figure like the tail of a wedding dress that was generally carried by those following behind the bride.

Those Hazel hues did spot someone familiar, though it seemed they where rather hard to differentiate from an Average Citizen or another do to the difference in attire, oh how such a minor change resulted in the Dov nearly mistaking the Human for another- however moving along the creature would approach the Man, moving to tug on the back of his Tank Top, though yawning briefly after. "Human. I devoured the one you where Defending in the Court of Law, as well as any eye witnesses...and I do believe...a large Dog.." Four people, and a Dog...? Now she felt somewhat sick but that mattered little.

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Stared. Though seemed to immediately flop upon the floor briefly after as the Dov didn't wish to stand. "Are you certain you can...? I did cause quite a ruckus, and its likely they'll hire a Dragon Hunter to try and snuff me out." However the Dovah would pause, seeming to lay back on the floor- taking a deep breath. "Joesph Dutloqas? I shall call you Joe, or Dulton. Your choice. However." It would trail off briefly. The creature muttering something in the tongue of Dov before speaking.

"I am...Delvinzfir, however as Humans have difficulty attempting to speak such simply call me Delma."

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Raised a brow. Was the Man offering to try and kill a Seasoned Hunter? The Woman would of laughed however she yawned instead. "Wish you luck. Their Seasoned so they'll be wearing Mail made of Dovah Scales, I think you'd snap the blade off as it got caught in the mesh.- Also please for your sake don't try to use that name, call me Delma." Seeing it wasn't likely a Human could say the word/name, it was a Dovah name so it was a word in their tongue? Or name.

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Blinked. "You aren't their friend however. Nor do I think they'd wish to befriend a Pedestrian.- Also I wouldn't mind some Coal, perhaps some Chocolate Milk with a side of..what are those things with pieces of beef on sticks....?" The Dov would incline in question, remaining on the floor- and awkward place to be laying especially in a public area.

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Paused. The Man seemed to laugh which caused the Dov to snort. It seemed however that he ordered what she had asked for her now, which was considerate of him. "Good Human..perhaps you aren't so worthless." And then the Dov proceeded to roll on the floor. Yes she was quite literally rolling around on the floor, she was bored...tired and needed to pass time until her food arrived. The Pub was empty, and she didn't seem to care much toward how others thought of her.

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Continued to roll about, though pausing as the Man began to talk, face seeming to be planted into the floor- legs kicking lazily. However she did rest her chin upon the floor. "Good. Because if you did I would of just eaten you. Also I am, however there isn't a moment when I'm not bored." Another yawn merely followed suit. Those Hazel oculars drifting toward another Patron whom from her perspective seemingly showed up out of nowhere.

Well. That wasn't something Delma seen every other day, however this was Terra and strange things where to be expected. Though the Dov's gaze drift elsewhere as it was not of her own concern....anyway. However it did seem the Woman was angry- and clearly frustrated? Delma seemed to sigh again, perhaps stating something would help, it would help if the Dov actually cared for Mortal Concerns..or whatever the term was? It seemed there was speak of Children, or a Child? A poor Father figure who wanted nothing with them, an Uncle whom seemed to upright insult he children nor want them?

"Hm...from what I'm hearing you would make a rather good surrogate, you are quite defensive over...them, and believe they deserve the right to be children. That shows your compassionate and don't lack a Maternal Drive which seems to be missing in a grave deal of people around here..." This was...toward...Anna's well obvious frustration, sadly the writer has to get Subs but would be back in a few minutes!

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Yawned. It seemed the Dov had passed out on the floor? Well that was somewhat obvious, it/she had initially laid down upon the floor, was somewhat bored and seems to be rather tired most of the time. However Delma would lean up, hazel hues quickly drifting about the somewhat busy yet somewhat empty... there was Patrons but they seemed to be idling about, talking to one another...mingling? Doing things that Patrons in a Pub should do...thankfully there was no sudden surge of violence...no Patrons trying to kill once another? Though was the Woman who was considered about children..or a child...? Was she still present? And was that Human present? The one she often talk to every so often, and the one she did a favor for.

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Slapped his hand away. She didn't want him touching her, no he was still a Humanoid and somewhat beneath herself as a Dov. However those Hazel hues would drift toward him somewhat lazily. Why was he tired? "Hello the Human named Dulton. Where you here the entire time?" This question seemed somewhat drulled, or said without much emphasis or tone behind it. However she did flop backwards onto the floor, seeming to lay there once again, staring up at the ceiling in a rather bored manner. It seemed there was an Angry Woman amongst other things...well the Dovah didn't keep track of how many people where present, she listened somewhat but that was the extent of it. Though for some reason she found herself unable to do things in a drawn out manner, or...something..?

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Raised a brow as the Man took his hand back, going back to the Bar as to get his Vodka Bottle- just to return back over to the Dovah. Was he guzzling the bottle? "Oh...? So you left then? So it seems I have no reason to yell at you then for letting me nod off in a Pub filled with dangerous and murderous strangers....how it does seem my food and drink never arrived." She would sigh with that, remaining on the floor as she idly stared up at the ceiling. Letting the Man enjoy his Vodka and its somewhat sour aftertaste?

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Narrowed her eyes. Yes she mentioned her not getting food, and well that was somewhat of a sign that the Dov had expected something? "I still want my Coal, and Chocolate Milk." That would answer the so supposedly, she hadn't eaten anything when she passed out? Well nodded off on the floor there. Though it seemed things in Gambit's was a bit slow paced, but that wasn't all too bad now?