Kaylen Rei

Class/Classes: As a dragon, Kaylen tends to rely on his innate abilities to control lightning than anything else. The closest comparable class that he can be aligned to is that of a Black Mage than anything else. However, being so young (for a dragon) Kay would only have access to lightning based spells such as Thunder and Thundara. Under times of extreme stress he can access his second element (wind/air) and use spells such as Aero and Tornado, but he's not trained enough to be able to use these spells at will.

(Not to scale, though Kaylen is quite smaller than a full-grown dragon, closer to the size of a large wyvern.)

The first half-century of his life was fairly run-of-the mill. Kay's egg was the only one to hatch out of the clutch of five that his mother had laid, the failure rate not entirely surprising for a first time mother. He was slowly groomed and cared for, sheltered from the dangers of the outside world by his protective mother. He had vague knowledge of his sire, a dragon far, far older than his mother had been with several children of his own from previous matings. Kaylen was aware of the fact that he had several half-brothers and sisters, though he had only ever met one of them, a six-hundred year old male by the name of Lyandros who appeared briefly at the mouth of their cave-home to deliver to his mother a message.

Kaylen proved himself to be an apt student, if a bit reckless. He learned how to fly simply because he strayed too close to the cave mouth that was his home and fell off the ledge. He first used his magic against a mountain goat that didn't take kindly to his teasing. His mother taught him one thing at a time, focusing on magic abilities first (since he was a natural-born flyer, evidently) so that he wouldn't hurt himself. Once he had a basic grasp of his innate lightning abilities she taught him how to shift into a human form when needed.

His tutelage would have continued until his hundredth birthday, when he'd be able to safely travel the world on his own and learn things for himself.

They didn't quite make it that far.

He had been chasing after a nanny goat when he first heard the pained scream. He scampered back to his cave home in time to see a small group of raiders rush inside, led by a pair of dragoons.

"MAMA!"

She was backed up against the rear wall of the cave, trapped by the lances in front of her and the small contingent of armed men. Golden eyes flicked upward to roar once, "Go."

"N-no! I can help!"

"GO!"

Kay noted the attention of one of the men in the group on him (a paladin, his brain dimly noted) and he launched himself at the nearest target, snarling and biting.

A tail caught him in the chest, tearing him from his target and sending him sailing out of the cave. His mother flamed at him once, chasing him off before she turned her attention back to the raiding party. He tried to dive in to help but the subsequent blow had him landing hard against the rocks, hitting his head and knocking him out.

By the time he awoke the battle was over and his mother was gone. Rather, most of her was there but her spirit, her life and her eyes were gone. Her throat was slashed, life's blood spilled across the cavern floor and empty sockets where her eyes once sat.

All he could smell was blood, thick in the air, as though he were swimming through it. With a scream, he launched himself out of the cave, flying out in persuit of the dragoons and their team.

He didn't find them that day, or the next, but he made no secret of his hunt. They might not have deemed him worthy of killing now, but one day, he would be. One day he wouldn't be the 'young fish' that was thrown back into the pond to keep growing. One day he would someone worth killing. If he couldn't find them on his own, perhaps he could make them find him instead.

He searches for them still, going from town to town until he can find dragoons claiming to have taken a dragon's eye.

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