Flikk: Blue Lightning

Optimistic, bold, and strangely naive in certain matters, Flikk has a charm all his own. He believes in getting things done, though he's tamed his wild nature down to the point where he will talk first and take hasty actions only when nothing else remains to him. He's a brilliant leader and an outstanding tactician at the level he has chosen to remain at - that of a Captain of a small crew of mercenaries.

Flikk is interesting in that he appears to have no mask like so many others out there do. What everyone sees of him on a daily basis is how he truly is - optimistic, bold, and a tidge naive in the personal matters. He's a romantic at heart, and still pines after his first love, Amira, though he's finally managed to accept the fact that there was nothing he could do to save her.

Time and training have done much to improve Flikk's confidence in both his forms, and he no longer trips over his own feet whenever he tries to walk around in dragon form. While he still remains self-conscious about himself, and often stays in his anthropomorphic form out of habit, he's become a vicious opponent in both forms (though using his teeth in his dragon form is still very much on the edge of his ability to accept, and he only uses them when he becomes desperate or when instincts take over). Flying is something he's finally almost mastered, though a lifetime of being a ground-bound human still has him walking most places, even when in his dragon form.

Flikk's new form - which he is still uncomfortable with if he thinks about it too much - is that of a medium sized dragon (about 7' tall at the shoulder, and easily 16' long from nose to tailtip) with backswept golden horns, a bright blond mane, bright blue hide streaked with lightning marks, and with his paws tipped with golden claws. He can't find any evidence of his Lightning Rune on his right hand... paw... whatever, which slightly disturbs him. (But it's still there in a way, he's found. The Whorl changed him, merged the rune with him, in a way that he never believed possible. He is as much lightning now as he is a dragon.) His wings are large, just as blue as his hide, and the undersides are so heavily marked with lightning that they appear more blue-white than blue. He's a bit tentative in the air, though he's growing accustomed to it. His sword came through with him, thankfully, though it seems to have changed and gained abilities of its own, as it fits his paw well in dragon form, and when he changes to anthro form it fits his hand just as well.

In his anthropomorphic form - which he's in the most often, as it's the closest he can get to his original form - Flikk is tall and slender, about 6'2" tall, though his skin is still the bright blue with lightning streaks, his hands are tipped with golden claws, his legs are digitigrade and end in dragon paws tipped with wicked golden claws, and his tail is long, slender, and opposable enough to grab things that are more than an inch in diameter. His face is human-like, to his relief (as the concept of a muzzle is one that's right on the edge of his ability to handle at the moment). His golden horns sweep back from the top of his head, half hidden by his shock of bright blond hair, which is tied back away from his eyes by a strip of bright blue fabric.

Out of human-style modesty, Flikk wears loose blue pants, a specially designed blue jacket with holes for his wings to emerge from, and a soft lightning yellow turtleneck (also with wing holes in the back, wings certainly make it an interesting exercise to get dressed in the morning!) underneath the jacket. The jacket itself is belted closed at his waist with a thick leather belt, from which his sword hangs at his left hip. Flikk has a light leather and platemail combination covering his upper chest, which is where his long, blue cape attaches to. While in the past the cape was more of a fashion statement than anything, a way to prove himself capable of fighting despite his boyish appearance and relative youth, now the cape serves to hide his wings from the world.

A long time ago, as Flikk himself barely recalls, he was a young man in a village dedicated to becoming warriors. A long time ago, as Flikk barely remembers, he left on his proving quest, a nameless sword at his side, a plan in his mind, and the well wishes of his family to speed his feet.

His memories are faded, by both the whorl and time, but he recalls parts and pieces of who he used to be, before becoming a dragon whorling.

He remembers, as soft-edged glimpses in his disturbed dreams: a rune that set itself in his right hand; a war against oppression; a beautiful woman trained in the strategies of war; a noble cause he believed in with all his heart.

He remembers, as slowly fading nightmares: the death of his love while he was away; the crumbling of the rebellion that was hers in so many ways; the furious anger at the young upstart who took her place at the rebellion's head.

He remembers, in distant shame at his actions: the death of so many by his wild passions; the betrayal in the eyes of his only true friend due to his caustic words; the forsaking of his heritage, without even a fare-thee-well to his family.

He remembers, with a wistful smile of longing: the adventures he had after winning his friend's trust back; the support he gave to a young boy, lost and alone and with the same world-weary, lonely eyes as the young upstart who took over the rebellion; the deeds he and his friend accomplished after the second war was over and they left for parts unknown.

He remembers, with bitter hatred: the betrayal of one he thought he could trust; the pained cries of his best friend as he was forced to watched; the blank nullness of time spent in the whorl.

Flikk, now finding himself in a strange land, in a strange form, with only the tattered - and equally twisted - yet still breathing form of his best friend at his side, seeks to find his betrayer no matter where that man may be. To that end, he has gathered about himself other whorlings who have the mercenary blood in their veins, who can accept his command and who can fight beside him in his quest. In the meanwhile, he and his small Company have made a name for themselves as a small, but cunning, band of mercenaries who will stick to their contract to the bitter end.

Partial Shifting - Anthro Form

Energy Expulsion: Blue Lightning

Warrior Instinct

Enhanced Agility

Enhanced Speed

Lightning Magic

Summon Support and War Lightning Elementals

Lightning Immunity