Tristan in Full Armor
Isolde:
Name: Tristan Meridius Caelius
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Nationality: Raeilinian
Personality:
::Combat::
Strongest Attribute: Magic
Weakest Attribute: Endurance
Primary Style: Dual Casting Elementalist
Secondary Style: Swordsmanship
Skills: Scouting, Leadership, Dark Magic, Enchanting
Equipment:
1. Leviathan - An Oversized Saber made of Stainless Steel - Titanium mix,
2. Suit of Armor with a Large Black Plume,
3. Casting Gloves of Rejuvenating Mana,
4. A Sapphire encased in Ivory pendant as his Family Heirloom.
5. Four Rings of Elements aiding him with Fire, Earth, Ice and Dark magic.
Techniques:
Fierce Morning Dragon Style - Tristan's first mastered element was the fire and because he came from a family which tamed Dragons for a long time, he named his style in the honor of these majestic beasts. This style involves channeling in his inner rage and fusing it with mana in his body for a surge of powerful fire element.
- Fire Breath - Tristan becomes a dragon himself, not manifesting a huge draconic body but the iconic breath. He lets out a huge ball of fire from his mouth that incinerates almost anything in his damage radius.
- Fire Blast - A ranged skill meant for harassing the ground troops or attacking the massive airships. His shots are similar in power to a Canon shot with none of the recoil or the reloading time.
- Blazing Tornado - His ultimate skill, he combines the air and fire elements to unleash a deadly tornado cutting a fiery swath in opposition forces. Consumes a lot of mana.
Evening Dragon - Tristan's Second mastered Element, he deals in offensive magic only. Majorly consisting of using Water and Ice for long range offensive tactics or shielding purposes.
- Water Wall - Used to stop the advance of a particular part of enemy force, it manifests in the form of a thick wall of water
- Water Shield - A basic shield made of hyper speed water, capable of deflecting most melee and some medium powered ranged projectiles.
- Ice Shards - Tristan creates jagged and pointed shards of Ice and attacks his enemies much like throwing large pointy knives at them.
- Falling Sky (Ice): His Ultimate Skill, a Massive AoE attack where pointed hail is bombarded on an area. Consumes a lot of mana.
Shadow Dragon Style - A style he studied during his army days and refined during his long stay in the remote interiors of Ayntayyik. He managed to control successfully the school of magic said to be only used best by Praetor Arius, the greatest Raelian mage.
- Mana Drain - All beings have mana but not all are capable of using it. While magicians use it effectively, they still run dry and for these situations this spell is particularly useful. The aftermath leaves the victim dizzy and in a lot of pain but it can recover given time.
- Soul Drain - All beings possess a soul, something that ties the metaphysical with the physical. It is essential for survival and the basic foundation of life. By stealing this primal energy, a magicians rips his victim of his life in the meanwhile healing himself from grievous wounds that may turn fatal.
- Soul Lance - Channeling the inner life force and using it for destructive intent. A wizard resorts to this when his mana runs dry, playing with his life force to dish out heavy piercing attacks towards an approaching enemy. Downside is severe fatigue and possible death.
Spring Dragon - Comprising of Earth Magic
- Grip of Death (Earth Magic) [Tristan & Isolde synchronized strike]: Tristan holds the victims with vines and Isolde unleashes her Acid breath in one sweeping strike to reduce everyone to bones.
- Cave-in - Tristan tries to manipulate the ground by imbuing his energy in causing a plate movement, causing the earth to shift and the unwary to fall to their deaths.
Combat Style: Long Range heavy attacks compounded with Close Range pinpoint Strikes
Backstory: Nine generations of Caelius line have served the interests on the Raelin Empire, now a Republic. So to think that the fate of the Tenth one would be much different would be straying away from the staunch loyalty that the Knights are known to possess. Born to Juno Aelius and Meridius Caelius in what is known as the Valley of Drakes, the place that has the imposing Castle Caelius sitting pretty atop the highest hill in the valley. It was almost fated that Tristan would be the Tenth contribution to the Raelian cause and that he would also be a Wyvern Rider.
What was special though was his talent for Magic. Ever since the boy could read, he had been mesmerized the Arcane potential of Nature around him and he was the most fascinated by what his family specialized in: Dragon Taming. Majestic and imposing, Wyverns were the epitome of the ferocity that nature can pack in a living being. Plus, the fact that even most of others Raelians didsn't know was the immense knowledge this ancient race held.
While others of his kind treated them as war machines or mere pets that served an important function, Tristan treated them differently. His deepest love reserved for one young Dragonling that he considered the kindred spirit his deceased older sister. This love manifested in almost intuitive communication between them. His skills at cornering and offensive maneuvers was so impressive he was nicknamed 'the prodigy'.
This cemented his reputation and set him on a fast track up the ranks of the Raelian army. He was the youngest Decarion Wyvern Rider at twenty-five and then the youngest Centurion at thirty five. It was at this time that his company became distinguished as "Sons of Deimos" called for their particular talent of sending opposing forces in disarray and causing widespread death and destruction.
But, it brought along an unwanted change. Tristan found his sensitive side dying a painfully slow death as he himself became what he hadn't thought himself capable of, an agent of death. He questioned his faith, which wasn't as rigid as his predecessors or his counterparts. He failed to see how a God whose supposed to be the great Equalizer and judge could be appeased by so much destruction and death. He got dissuaded from falling the cause of subjugating his enemies just because their faith wasn't the same as his. He couldn't help but feel disgusted with the whole ideology.
Who gave him the right to take the life of others when they hadn't done any direct harm to him? How is killing in God's name; just? How inane is the whole idea of a fearsome god is and how stupid it is to so fervently serve that said god? Growing disheartened, the final push was the Battle of Dryhira where his Legion of Wyvern Riders took upon a handful of brave Lorainian Snipers before mounting an assault at their trade town. Seeing those men and women being wiped out without mercy and with merry moved him deeply and in that moment when his concentration was a bit down an arrow struck him. Sending an excruciating pulse of pain through his body as the poison began its job of fighting his body. He pulled the reins of his beloved Isolde and left the fight.
After several weeks of rest, recuperation and introspection he decided to call quits on his budding career dashing the hopes of his aging father of another Consul since his great Grandfather but Tristan had had enough and he slipped away to Ayntayikk spending a few years in the wilderness, meditating and honing his arcane arts. Slowly, experimenting on himself and finding ways of offsetting fatigue that both age and his war wounds brought he unlocked the secrets of Dark magic. He confined himself to the deep forest where he could test his new found strength and wandered to the remote island in Kingdom of Kouryang spending a few years in solitude. Before he felt clear and capable to mingle in civilization, Isolde meanwhile wandered and sired a few children, only to grow tired of the changed life. She hungered for change as much as his spirit twin did and so She sought him out and joined forces before they met a very interesting man, a man that could bring about the revolution they hungered for.
Tristan needed little convincing to join the cause, ever the eager man to bring about the fall of Gods. From 'Sons of Deimos' to 'Slayer of Gods', the life was coming full circle at last.