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tells accepted, walk ups and roleplay only with active tag.

general

     NAME         █ █ █ █
     ALIAS         Raiden Kōtei.
     TITLES         Kaminari.  Narukami.
     HONORIFICS         -sama.  Lord.  Prefers masculine titles when referred to directly.
     DANSE MACABRE         ❝ Astrape. ❞ After twin gods of storm and retribution.

     AGE         Ancient.  Immortal.
     DATE         31st Sun, 5th Astral Moon.
     GENDER         Agender.  Preference for masculine terms.  All pronouns except ' it. '
     SEXUALITY         Panromantic grey-ace. Lean towards more masculine individuals.

SPECIES Elder Dragon. One of the great wyrm Bahamut's remaining brood. However, they glamour themself into the guise of a Xaela Au Ra and few know their true nature, assuming they are only mortal. They currently align with no other dragons, walking a lonesome path among mankind.

HOME Residence in Shirogane.
ORIGIN Meracydia in the South.

AFFILIATIONS Danse Macabre.
OCCUPATION Once worshipped as a local Kami, their reputation shifted from divine, to a benefactor, to a noble who had ' inherited ' the shrine and its lands. These days, they are an esteemed member of the Trade Magistrate in Doma, holding an independent establishment based directly in Kugane and an outpost along the One River. Publicly, Raiden is known as a luxury merchant, art broker and wealthy financier of mercantile ventures, trading in exquisite gems, silk production, tea blends, artifacts and more — behind closed doors, they are an experienced information broker and a shrewd political figure, pulling strings in the shadows. Recently, they found their way to the Danse Macabre Funeral Parlor, where they use their skills to their benefit.

They say lightning never strikes the same place twice. But I have seen it — a figure wreathed in storm, their judgment falling again and again upon the wicked. Pray you never hear the thunder call your name.

appearance

     EYES         Molten gold.  Glowing faintly in the dark.
     HAIR         Black with electric blue streaks and highlights.
     SCENT          Smoked sandalwood, incense, jasmine, white tea.
     COMPLEXION         Bronze almond shades, medium to dark skintone.

     VOICE         Speaking / Singing.   (  Sakura Ayane  )
     HEIGHT         Around 5'9'' feet  /  175 centimeters tall.
     PHYSIQUE         Slender with an elegant and tall silhouette.

NOTEWORTHY

always adorns their horns with elaborate jewelry.
iridescent blue-gold scales across the majority of their body, crackling faintly near ceruleum deposits.

personal

     MBTI         x  —  x
     TAROT         x.  x
     ENNEAGRAM         Type x  —  x

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A shrine where no prayers are spoken. Only the wind remembers the name of the dragon who was once a god, tempest made flesh

LIKES Storms. Rare gems. Luxurious fabrics. Tea. Calligraphy.
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   speed       ㅤ        ★★★★★★☆☆☆
   wisdom       ㅤ      ★★★★★☆☆☆☆
   strength       ㅤ     ★★★★★★★☆☆
   dexterity       ㅤ    ★★★★★★☆☆☆
   constitution     ㅤ  ★★★★★★★★☆
   intelligence     ㅤ  ★★★★★★☆☆☆

LANGUAGES Dragonspeak. Eorzean Common. Doman. Hingan.

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DISLIKES x.

abilities

CLASS ?

Tba. Don't look at me rn.

true form

Behold the storm made flesh — where gold scales gleam and every breath is thunder given tongue. Their wings are fourfold shadows, the herald of heaven's fury ; they say lightning is the wrath of the gods. Then what does that make the one who dons it as though it is their own hide?

EYES Molten gold. Glowing faintly in the dark.
SCALES Gilded bronze with storm-washed blues. Resembles the process of patination. The fulgurite dotting their body might glow blue.

WHEN THEIR GUISE FALLS AWAY, they are a tempest given flesh — an elder wyrm reforged into a living storm. Their iridescent scales shimmer like patinated bronze, shifting between molten golds and stormy blues. Where fulgurite veins crackle just beneath the surface, the glass-like formations upon their horns, spine and wings glow in an electric blue, illuminating their body like a living leyline of lightning. Their horns curve upwards like a storm-forged crown, and when lowered, they point forward like lances, supercharged with electricity. A single goring strike can reduce a fortress wall to molten slag. Their fourfold wings are rimmed with fulgurite blades, vast enough to blot out the sky, and their spine is ridged with jagged plates, each crackling with stored energy. Their sinuous tail ends in a spined tip, capable of discharging thunderous force with a single powerful lash.

CHARACTER TROPES AND ARCHETYPES

Bolt Of Divine Retribution The Chessmaster Femme Fatalons

trivia

biography

heritage

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timeline

SIXTH ASTRAL ERA

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SEVENTH ASTRAL ERA

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( CURRENTLY A MAJOR WIP, ROUGH OUTLINE OF THEIR BACKGROUND. )

A dragon hailing from the southern continent of Meracydia, Raiden was born of Bahamut's brood and one of the few who survived the Allagan Empire's brutal conquest. When the Empire invaded their homeland, they fought fiercely beside their kin ; watching many fall over the years of war that would follow. But in the end, they were captured and chained, imprisoned for years to serve as an unwilling test subject for the Allagan Empire's experiments. Their draconic body was reshaped beyond the confines of their wyrmhood, warped by advanced technology and machinery. Their horns were modified into weapons, their wings and scales infused, turning their very body into a weapon. However, during the Empire's decline, they managed to break free from their captors. Fleeing both the Empire's shadow and Meracydia itself, seeking to forget the harrowing memories that haunted them, they began to wander east towards Othard.

They found refuge in the mountainous range of the Fanged Crescent, located just west of Yanyia and the One River. They spent the first decades in seclusion, uninterested in the affairs of mortals after already having witnessed the depths of mortal cruelty. But over the years that would come, the people inhabiting the surrounding villages would occasionally spot their shadow flying overhead, followed by lightning and thunder. Soon, they believed them to be a Kami hiding atop the misty peaks. A shrine was erected and the villagers at the foot of the mountains began to worship them as a guardian deity. For centuries, they would remain as a whispered myth, never outright engaging with mortals. However, they studied the mortals from atop their lofty seat all the same, developing a new understanding and fascination with their different way of life.But when the Garleans came, Raiden saw history repeat itself. Another empire — another conquest. As black iron ships defiled the skies and threatened the villages which looked to them for protection, Raiden awoke in fury, smiting them from the heavens in a storm of divine wrath. From that moment, they were no longer just a passive bystander. They began to aid in the liberation of Doma, guarding the peaks of their home fiercely against any intruders. Only when Garlemald was successfully repelled did the dragon disappear into obscurity once more.

However, this had taught them a lesson they had already experienced once before: strength alone could not protect what they loved. Claws and fire could tear down armies, but power without permanence was fleeting. They knew that even dragons could be humbled by chains, magitek and ambition ; and they had also seen how coin could move empires, signatures seal fates, contracts bound even the proudest of lords. Their once divine figure shifted to that of a benefactor, to a noble who ' inherited ' the shrine and its land, to an esteemed member of the Trade Magistrate. Over the years, they built networks, systems, oaths and depths. The gold in their vaults wasn't just treasure, it was leverage. Every trade route secured, every artisan funded, every silk mill owned was yet another thread in a web no blade could cut. Having lost everything once, they vowed their fate would never be in another's hands again. No longer would they be at the mercy of kings, tyrants or invaders — even if it meant living under a disguise.These days, they hold an independent establishment based directly in Kugane and an outpost along the One River. Publicly, Raiden is known as a luxury merchant, art broker and wealthy financier of mercantile ventures, trading in exquisite gems, silk production, tea blends, artifacts and more — behind closed doors, they are an experienced information broker and a shrewd political figure, pulling strings in the shadows. Recently, they found their way to the Danse Macabre Funeral Parlor, where they use their skills and connections to the benefit of the parlor.