Fenliel Rienquel

Conscience and Caretaker!

Fenliel Rienquel

✗—AGE: Thirty-six (this is approximately equivalent to eighteen years in human years)

✗—RACE: Winged Forest Wyrm

✗—GENDER: Male

✗—HEIGHT: 7 inches

✗—WEIGHT: He prefers not to discuss this.

✗—ACADEMY: Tempest

✗—ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer

✗—OTHER FEATURES: Magic sigils of the elvish language are painted across his entire two flanks.

✗—BEAST CLASS: BB

✗—PERSONALITY: A dragon-sans-limbs raised by woodland elves in a secluded alcove deep in a dense forest. What would you expect this wyrm to be like, taking this into account? You can bet your bottom dollar that this wyrm, like all creatures of the forest, is a nature-lover. However, the most prominent feature of Fenliel Rienquel’s personality is his archaic way of thinking. He maintains the values of honour, propriety and righteousness, which are three that are honestly hard to come by in today’s cheating society. Or so he says. He is the type that will avenge a wrong done to him for the sake of upholding his personal honour; on that note it may be mentioned that Fenliel’s pride is pretty high up there as well.

High enough for a cloud moustache, Alan will tell you. Fenliel is, frankly, arrogant. He is a wyrm (one of the oldest races in Uklydonia and a relative species of the legendary dragons themselves) that was raised by an ancient line of elves (this alone speaks for itself). Need there be more evidence? He sees himself as refined, in speech as well as manners, and is learned in history, literature, and all the other intellectual pursuits that are mostly confined to scholars. One might argue that this pride is well founded, but one might also say that too much of it is detrimental. Alaren, of course, opts for the latter option, but also concedes the fact that growing up with the elves for the better part of your years would inflate your head a bit.

Diplomatic: a true neutral party. He rarely takes Alaren’s side in things because it is usually the wrong side, or at least the not-quite-right side. The wyrm will attempt negotiations before assuming an offensive position if the ball is in his court, but if he was the one who was wronged, there will be no hesitation to leap to it to give the offender his/her just desserts. That said he generally disapproves of flippant fighting, which basically means he disapproves of his charge’s let’s-see-if-luck’s-on-my-side method.

As a contrast to his partner, the wyrm is straight-forward in everything, and strives to be as honest (Alan prefers to term it ‘blunt’) as possible with everyone. The ironic part in this is that he does not keep this principle in the area of relationships, and could be termed as a ‘tsundere’ with much more ‘tsun’ than ‘dere’. He is responsible and cautious, keeping track of appointments and enemy movements all at the same time. Very different from a certain light-hearted, reckless half-elf, yes?

The most defining point of separation between these two is probably Fenliel’s sense of morals, his sense of right versus wrong. He believes in right always, whilst his partner is more of a wrong-when-necessary kind of person. Many times will you see Alan try to cheat someone at a game only to be grassed on by the wyrm. Said wyrm might then be promptly swatted at. Another way to say it would be that Fenliel is governed by his ethical sensibilities while Alaren brings them up for air once in a while. The wyrm is pretty much the half-elf’s conscience.

However, while Fenliel is dead serious most of the time, he does possess a sense of humour. Very, very dark humour, to be precise. He can be horribly morbid at times and seems to take a kind of sadistic pleasure in describing ghastly scenarios in a light, airy tone of voice. Sometimes he’ll murmur all kinds of nastiness under his breath, then chuckle at himself. Alaren, who has gotten goose bumps before from listening in, reckons that since the elves are vegetarian, all the flowers and herbs Fenliel ate prior to his bonding with Alan must have somehow warped the wyrm’s mind beyond salvaging. However, during Fenliel’s time with Alan something else must have gone wrong because not only is the wyrm still find terrible things funny, but he’s now developed a strikingly snarky attitude. You cannot blame it on the elves this time, since it has been shown that hanging out with Alaren can endow you with this self-defence mechanism to the half-elf’s own tricksy sense of humour.

Like how Alaren has his angsty side, Fenliel isn’t always an uptight stick in the mud. He’s warm too. Well. Maybe lukewarm would be a better way to put it. His kind of warmth is more like a parental attitude, but one that is aloof. He will care, but without you realizing it. He gets angry at Alaren’s antics because he’s worried that his charge will one day kill himself doing something idiotic.
Éthandriel herself, the wyrm’s former caretaker, once reflected that for a creature so young, Fenliel has a personality that befits one much older. She reflects that he is wise, yes, but it is an incomplete kind of wisdom, the one in which a child is made to grow up too fast. There is much sadness in hidden in his demeanor, but the elf will not reveal why. For this reason (whatever it is), as well as the fact that their personalities can keep the other in check, Éthandriel had chosen to bestow the wyrm to her son.

✗—APPEARANCE:

Fenliel is a forest wyrm, and as such most of his scales are a shade of brown that might be termed ‘muddy’, although he’ll have none of that (, Alan). Honestly speaking, it’s not a solid mass of brown that he wears, but a sort of colours-of-the-forest gradient. At a first glance, Fenliel seems to be covered in scales of a warm, earthy brown disposition, though once you decide to admire the wyrm some more, or a sudden shaft of sunlight strikes him, you’re eyes will be enlightened. Muted grass greens, still water blue, light sunshine amber can all be found within that deceptive brown. You only have to look.

He does not possess the two, large horns that are associated with so many of his kind, indeed while wyrms are relatives of dragons they are not just ‘mini-dragons’, and thus do not have a lot of those great lizards’ anatomy (like limbs, for instance). Instead of bulky protrusions which serve no purpose other than to be instruments of compensation, Fenliel has several spurts of horn that come out from the side of his (noble) head and from above his glinting, apple-field eyes. These smooth, sensibly sized bits of keratin are about an inch thick and taper off to a nice, neat tip.

Sharp spikes flare up from his spine, all the way down to his tail, and in between them are little ridges. You won’t find any of the finned nonsense that those water-dwellers have here. That kind of thing gets in the way. Fenliel can flatten and raise them up as he pleases. His head is akin to a dragon’s, only smaller, and his mouth is filled with stabby little teethies. Isn’t that cute?

Extending out from the upper half of his serpentine body are his proud wings, batlike and encompassing enough to completely envelop Alaren’s head. Twice. The wyrms have always said that without legs, nature guaranteed that they would have a wingspan almost as wide as a dragon’s once they were fully grown. And indeed, when Fenliel activates his Ouroborus Arena and rapidly enlarges, his wings are truly majestic. The skin curtaining the skeletal ‘fingers’ is a lighter brown than the rest of his body (think milk chocolate) and are sturdy and strong. There is nothing fragile about these wings, nope. If you were to rip them out, you’d have to deal with tearing Fenliel’s entire body in half before you do.

Speaking of bodies, Fenliel is still rather small for his young age, being able to wrap around Alaren’s shoulders (well, most of his upper body) without the half-elf having to do much of a balancing act (granted, he has elven blood in him). When he needs to, however, he can invoke certain symbols that are painted (with everlasting elven dyes) on his scales to have a sudden growth spurt that renders him fully grown. In this state, he is nearly seven times as long and three or maybe four times as thick as normal. His horns undergo a elongation stage, and so do his teeth and snout. Thankfully (or unfortunately), this is only temporary.

✗—FIGHTING STYLE: (3 Maximum)

O Ouroboros Arena – Not a fighting style, per say, but a style nonetheless (what? Fenliel is a pacifistic soul, he’s not made for fighting). This is probably his most utilized ability, and goes hand-in-hand with Alaren’s Bluffing Dice and Winner’s Wreath Round of Games. It is a queer little bit of magic, and one specifically designed to somehow help the half-elf develop the noble trait of honesty. Fenliel activates certain markings on his body and then undergoes a stupendous growth spurt that renders him in his adult form for the duration of the battle. Then he must form a circle with his body and put his tail inside his mouth, uniting the sigil on his tongue with its sister on the tip of his tail. This completes the ring in which Alaren’s games suddenly turn frighteningly effective. Whatever happens in the circle stays in the circle, and it is one that is governed by Fenliel’s absolute and unbiased sense of justice. Basically it is a trust contract in which all those within the ring are bound to follow the premade rules. No one can enter or depart from the arena once it’s formed; the spells dictate this, and they also do not allow Fenliel to interfere in the battle, meaning that he cannot help Alaren, even if the boy is close to death.

O Elvish Inking – As said previously, Fenliel’s body is marked with elvish symbols that were dyed onto him sometime prior to his bonding with Alaren. They span the course of both his flanks at irregular intervals, and there is a tiny one at the very tip of his tail. One might notice that it looks half-finished, and this is because its other half is writ upon the wyrm’s forked tongue. The rest of the symbols possess different qualities upon activation: they harden his scales to form a sort of armour, they can render him invisible for a period of time, they can ward off spells, and replenish the enchantments in Alaren’s ‘weapons’. These are mostly defensive spells that work the best when he is shielding Alan with his body or something akin to that.

O Tooth and Claw – Well, more like…just tooth, since Fenliel hasn’t got any claws. Or legs. Or limbs. Anyway. This is the only way he can get physical apart from trying to strangle you, because he cannot go into his full grown form unless intending to use the Ouroboros Arena. Never fear however, because his teeth are nasty little devils all on their own, and are quite capable of tearing a finger or a hand to ribbony threads. The talons at the end of his wings are sharp as well, and can easily puncture an eye or two if positioned correctly. Suffice to say, however, that considering his relatively small size (still rather big, but small for a young wyrm), Fenliel cannot do much damage unless he carefully pinpoints his attacks.

✗—NORMAL ABILITIES:

O STANDARD BITE – Straight-forward and effective. Fenliel delivers a neat chomp-down on whatever and will usually puncture through, be it flesh or fabric. Much more damaging than Alaren’s weak excuse of teeth. Damage 2-3

O STANDARD BITE + POISON – Same as the above, except enhanced by certain sigils that introduce devastating poison into Fenliel’s teeth. Damage 2-3 + 2 HP lost each turn

O RIPPING BITE – Does what it says on the tin. This is when Fenliel not only bites, but also pulls his snout away while still biting; essentially tearing through whatever it was he bit. To add insult to injury, the wyrm typically spits out the shreds of flesh that come off in his mouth: he is a vegetarian when he can be, and he’ll not be eating any of your meat. Damage 3-5

O TAIL WHIP – A quick, sharp flick from his tail. Not the best attack to ever be invented, but hey, it’s the best he can do if necessary. Against small enemies there is also a chance of stunning them, and for everyone else raw, red welts are to be expected. Damage 1-2

O WING SCRAPE – Equally weak, but as close to claws as he’s ever going to get. He can rake them down sides and stab out eyes if he is positioned properly. Damage 1-2

✗—ZODIAC STATE ABILITIES:

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✗—Beast Backstory;
O The woodland elves of Ossyria have been entrusted with half a clutch of wyrm eggs ever since time began (or ever since the tradition itself started, which is farther back than anyone can remember). Wild wyrms live deeper into the forest, and seldom stray from their dens. Unbeknownst to Fenliel, his mother is the guardian of a most ancient, enchanted spire of rock, one that has unknown magical properties.

However, let’s zoom back down to our wyrm. As we know, Fenliel was raised by Alaren’s mother Éthandriel, and so grew up with the knowledge of her close encounter with the exile status. Naturally his first reaction was one of indignation towards the humans, and upon Alaren’s first visit the wyrm curled around a tree stump and sulked for the duration of his time there. He was later reproved for his actions by Éthandriel.

Over time the young hatchling became more familiar with the more or less regular visitor and actually started to strike up conversations with him, to which Alaren welcomed graciously, as is his nature. The two developed into (Alaren: friends) acquaintances at the gentle delight of the half-elf’s mother. When he grew old enough, Fenliel was taken into the enchanter’s den and received his trademark elven symbols etched out onto his scales, marking him different from the others.

The time came at last that he was bestowed upon the half-elf, whom by now he was relatively friends with. However, Fenliel was not warned beforehand of this surprising turn of events, and so regarded the whole situation with an avid sense of disgust (he had viewed the symbol etching to be some kind of ritual that signaled his coming of age). Who would choose a life of guardianship and annoyance (Alaren had degenerated into ‘stranger’ status once again) over one of peace and the pursuit of self-improvement? He was bound to live as long as the elves, so why waste his life taking care of some half-blood child? The agitated wyrm rode this thought train for the better part of a week until once again, Éthandriel came to the rescue. She pleaded with him, reasoning that Alaren was her child, and she wanted him to have someone that could guide him since she obviously couldn’t.

This appealed to his sensibilities, and eventually Fenliel Rienquel gave in. In his time with the young and growing boy he constantly grumbled about how he had to repay a debt and that that was the only reason for his staying. Faced with Alaren’s constant bids for affection, however, the wyrm did not hold out for very long. He was, as it was, the only source of warmth and guidance that the half-elf had. His father had been busy for most of his childhood (where contact matters the most), and so now the kid turned to the next best thing. Which is actually, quite a nice next best thing.

And Fenliel has, in essence (although not consciously), never regretted a single moment either.

O After the Academy: To be filled in when there is more character development!

✗ --Miscellaneous Information;

O Dialogue Colour: Lightfern Green - # 16EC88
O OOC Name: MetronomeMarking aka MM
O Tamer's Name: Alaren Wreath
O Face Claims: Art from Various Sources

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