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Tikaro

A dragon'd breath can breathe life, or death.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ikiros

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In the valley of Orak Ma'az lies the last true homeland of the native dragons on Terra.

Description

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Name: Tikaro Oceansbreath
Alias: Tikaro, Karo, Seawings, Bluescales, Midnight
Race: Dragon
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 184 lbs(human)
649 lbs(dragon)
72 lbs(wolf)
Actual Age: unknown
Appearance Age: 26
Eyes: steel gray
Hair: dark green to neon teal.
Skin: tan
Build: runner
Class: dragon
Mate: none

Personality

Tikaro is a simple person to talk to. He's very easy and outgoing, and he loves to be around others. It may be that the spirit within him, the one that give him his powers, also gives him his personality, but he's developed his own, separate quirks over the course of his life. At the moment, he's quite happy with the world, almost seeming naive at first, only to reveal a more primal side to his mind. He can be anywhere from boring and bland, like a gray ocean, to as bubbly and happy as the tropics, and even as far as vicious and bestial like a storm-whipped sea. To be as precise on his personality as possible, one would have to understand the emotions of the waters, each and every one of them.

Equipment

Image Tikaro has only one piece of actual equipment in the form of a sword. It is enchanted to morph as he does, becoming his spine when he's in wolf form and the tip of his tail when He's in dragon form. Aside from that, it is only enchanted with the element of water and also to not break, as it is made of crystal, not metal.

Forms:

Image Wolf Form- In this form, Tikaro becomes a wolf that can jump two stories easily, can run quickly enough to escape most natural predators, and can bite with enough force to break bones. He has no other weapons aside from those naturally occurring in his body. (aka nails and teeth)

Image Dragon Form- While in this form, Tikaro becomes able to fly and swim at incredible speeds. He can bite with enough force to bend and break most steels, should they be thin enough, and can simply throw himself around to break things made of wood or materials with less strength.

While in either dragon or wolf form, Tikaro can speak to others via a one-way mental communication. Although he has to open his mouth to use it, it can still be counted as a very weak form of telepathy.

History

There really isn't much of a history to be said for Tikaro. He was born sometime, long ago in the distant past. Before humans, that's certain. However, because he is only one part of a full being, he has constantly been reincarnated so the pieces might one day merge again. He has no knowledge of what he is, but he knows his powers and limitations. Every time he is reborn, he returns to the world, in an adult form of whatever he is born as. However, although he retains some basic memories from lives past, he has no memory of who he was or what he was before his current life.

So begins...

Tikaro's Story

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Tikaro strode into the bar, his paws padding softly on the wood floor. He looked around, sniffing the air to gauge the general feeling of the room. He padded forward some more, slipping beneath a few tables before reaching the bar and rearing onto his back paws. He placed his front paws on the bar's side and peeked his nose over the top. The bright teal fur looked like an ocean's wave as he wagged his tail at the smells coming from the other side of the bar itself.

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Tikaro dropped back tot he floor and looked up at Jared. The various markings around his face softened as he tried to meet someone new. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but the thought of morphing to his Dragon form and laying by the nearby hearth sounded good.

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Tikaro thought for a moment and made his mind up within a few moments. He continued to watch the man and simply sat, rather than talked. It wouldn't be talking anyways. He was capable of a one-way telepathy, but that was only while in his non-human state.

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Tikaro shook his head and ruffled up his fur, physically moving out from under the man's hand.

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Tikaro began to growl low and dangerous, warning the man that he no longer wish ed to be petted. He figured it would only help if He spoke to the man. He locked his eyes at the man's face and opened his maw just a few inches, revealing dozens of sharp, pointed teeth.

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Tikaro He stood back up and padded off to lie by the fire, content to relax and warm the dark bulk of his fur. As he moved himself, he noticed Kia'ri.

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Tikaro laid himself on the slightly warmed floor, lifting his head as the man followed him. He opened his mouth again and said to him,

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Tikaro And at the end of his mental word, he morphed himself into a large black dragon with deep blue spots on it's wings and neck. He curled his much longer tail around him, laying his now massive head atop it to relax more.

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Tikaro huffed and a cloud of fog rolled out of his mouth. It smelled of the sea. His mood was fluctuating at highly eccentric shifts, going from complacent to violent like the breaking of a wave.

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Tikaro He closed his eyes and turned his head away. He still smelled the angel, perhaps thirty feet away from him, but the fire was warm and he was enjoying himself. With every breath outwards, fog rolled out in wispy clouds, eventually forming a layer a few inches deep around him.

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Tikaro And with that he breathed out a huge breath, fully enveloping himself in a cloud of fog.

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Tikaro huffed again. He breathed in deeply as the cloud around him settled. He smelled the angel more deeply and tried to think of what emotions her smell showed. Nervousness? Frustration? He couldn't tell. Then again, he didn't normally deal with supernatural beings.

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Tikaro opened his eyes and lifted his head out of the fog that still surrounded him. He stood up and crawled over nearer to Kia'ri. He morphed into a wolf on the way, padding along under tables to make the travel easier.

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Tikaro sat down beside Kia'ri and looked up at her. He would wait until he was noticed, content not to bother her. Should things get out of hand, he would intervene, but not until then.

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Tikaro lifted his paw and put it lightly against Kia'ri's leg to get her attention. He panted a little to cool off, still warm from being by the fire. A bit of fog left his canine muzzle as he panted, but he ignored it. He simply wanted these beings, whether they were good or evil, to simply get along right now. If only they could understand the world the same way the sea understood it.

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Tikaro retreated and breathed out softly. He was being ignored, but it was probably because of his form. He didn't mind too much. He honestly sort of expected it. He laid down under an unused table, curling around the center post.

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Tikaro finally morphed into his human form. When he stood up and stretched, it showed his lack of a shirt most profoundly. His hair was long and straight, canging from it's customary dark green color at the roots to a neon teal towards the tips.

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Tikaro looked around, his feathery hair flowing and rippling like the ocean as he turned his head from side to side. He noticed Brenna and Darius talking, but knew neither of them, so he didn't feel particularly bothered to go over and make himself known to them. He was definitely restless though. He wanted a conversation, but he didn't know what to about it.

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Tikaro laid back in the chair he'd chosen to sit in. He'd been moving around for so long on all fours that it almost seemed alien to be only on two feet. Then again, he was also used to moving with six limbs as well, so it wasn't that much different, now that he thought on it anyway.

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Tikaro warped back to his wolf form, his spine glowing vibrant blue through his skin and fur for a moment before it faded. he prowled over and sat beside Wolfwing, simply watching the man rather than doing much more.

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Tikaro lifted his upper lip in a smile, though he could have seemed to be snarling silently. He thought to speak but, as he opened his jaws, he stepped back to a less crowded area of tables and reformed into his dragon form, the end of his tail becoming razor-sharp and glowing blue, pulsating almost. Only then did he open his maw, extending using his one-way telepathy to speak to the werepyre.

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Tikaro He laid down, crushing several tables around him and reducing them to nothing more than splinters. He doubted the barkeep would bother him to pay for them, but if he needed to, he would...eventually. He heard the woman proclaiming the death of all in the bar, should her target not reveal himself, and ruffled his scales, each one rising a bit and showing the midnight blue skin that surrounded their bottoms. He didn't like threats sometimes.

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Tikaro He chuckled a throaty growl and exhaled deeply, sea fog pouring from between his jaws and surrounding his legs and tail in a thick cloud.

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Tikaro watched Alexa as he thought. He relived one of those many moments in his mind, letting it take only a few seconds for the moments to pass.

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Tikaro He lifted his muzzle and sniffed the air. The man's fear was still present, but also there were hints of confidence. That was certainly an odd mix of pheromones for the man to be releasing. Fear, anxiety, and...confidence.