Melichor, son of Thamus

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Name: Melichor, son of Thamus (informal: Melichor)
(pronounced MEL-uh-kore you NABS)

Sex: Male

Age: 214

Race: Doeron (Zieri subspecies)

Appearance: Once a proud, handsome Doeron, Melichor has withered in his old age. His scales, in his youth, were bright and thick, the color of polished bronze. All the scales on the upper part of his body have been bleached a pale tan, like the sands of the Feridna desert, by the suns of Arplakoon. The plates on his belly, however, are still the dark metallic brown of his younger days.

His body is thick-set and sturdy, but not quite as supple as it once was. In his prime Melichor was unusually agile for his species. Now, however, his creaky joints and old bones make him even less nimble than the average Doeron. His neck and tail are long and thick. Six white rounded rectangular membranes protrude from his neck, three on each side. Five sets of similar, slightly larger flaps adorn his tail. Each flap can be controlled independently, giving Melichor great maneuverability in flight- that is, when he could fly.

The wing membrane that stretches between his wing fingers has been badly damaged. The left wing's membrane has separated from his body completely, crippling him by rendering him flightless. Both wings are seared and melted away in places. A similar fate has befallen the spineosaurus-esque fan across his back. Bony growths protrude at regular intervals along his neck and all the way down to his tail, growing larger on his back and diminishing in size once more as they near his tail. Stretched between these is a membrane similar to that of his wings, however it too has been burned away, and little of this membrane remains.

Being a Doeron of the Zieri subspecies, Melichor has four eyes instead of the normal two. Each of his eyes is a pastel blue color, clouded over with cataracts. From behind his eyes extend four small horns, two on each side, the color of his scales. These horns are small and dip sharply before rising again, in a shape similar to the letter 'z'. His nostrils are large, and he relies mostly on scent since his sight and hearing have both diminished greatly as he aged.

One of his most prominent features is his teeth. Melichor has an abundance of teeth, long and skinny that give him a huge underbite. The teeth grow larger as they near his snout, and stick well above his head. His deadly fangs have softened over time, and now are more comparable to the baleen of whales than the teeth of a fearsome dragon. Another interesting feature is the numerous quills that grow from behind his jaw and below his chin. These protrusions are like thick, flexible needles, that Melichor can bristle when threatened. Like his teeth, however, these quills have grown brittle and weak, and are now virtually harmless. They can still be used to make a threatening, rattlesnake-esque noise, and to make him appear more intimidating.

Melichor's soul gem rests in a collar around the base of his neck. The collar is made of an unidentifiable metal, and his soul gem is a rough oval quartz, set in the center of the collar.

Personality: Melichor is a generally happy, friendly old fellow. He's quite cheerful in most everything he does. He often feels lonely, and so is very social with everyone he meets. He is also, as many older beings are, forgetful, and will often repeat himself several times without realizing it. Whenever he is faced with technology he will become somber and sometimes angry.

He loves riddles, puzzles, and other intellectual challenges. Melichor keeps large amounts of paper with him at all times. He requires no pen or ink, however, since he writes using quills he plucks from himself and his saliva, which creates a chemical reaction when it touches the paper and causes the writing to appear. This paper is of a special variety, and there is virtually no way to remove the writing besides destroying the paper itself.


History: Melichor was usually alone in his youth. His mother was never around- he had no idea where she was, she is most certainly dead now- and his father, Thamus, was often away at work. He did not know exactly what it was his father did because he was never around enough to tell him, but he did know it had something to do with technology. Melichor did not want to be upset with his father- so he chose to blame technology instead.

When he was a young adult he fell victim to a hate crime. Racial tensions on Dracostar were, and are, high, and lonely, techonology-hating Melichor seemed a good target. The membrane of his wings and spine were badly burned in the attack. In some places the skin had been scorched away entirely. Luckily for him, the vast majority of his body is fireproof, and so aside from being crippled from flight, he took little real damage.

Melichor followed his passions and became an archivist. He created many texts, maps, scrolls, and the like. When his father passed of old age, Melichor left Dracostar. He told himself it was to write of the many wonders of the omniverse, but really it was to escape the planet which he no longer felt was his home.


OtherNotes: has a whistle when he speaks because of the air moving through his teeth (YOU KNOW LIKE GOPHER FROM WINNY THE POOH), cant fly cause of left wing, GET OFF MY LAWN YOU WHIPPERSNAPPERS



Racial Abilities:

• Flight: Soar high into the sky.
  
• Soul Burst: Release a burst of energy around the user, healing allies and damaging foes within the blast radius.
  

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