TB: broken memories

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Sara stood before the mirror. A memory crept into her mind. It was a rainy day, she remembered it perfectly. A rainy day, probably a Tuesday. She was sleeping in her bed, wearing only flannel pants and a white tank top when she heard a hard knock on the front door. Opening one eye, she glanced at the watch by her bedside and groaned loudly as it was only 3 in the morning. Unwilling to stand up and open the door, she put her pillow against her face and tried to ignore the knocks but they became more and more violent, thus forcing her to stand up and walk towards the front door. As Sara opened it, she didn't even have the time to blink because it opened violently, hitting her in the process and forcing her to take a couple of steps back. As she stroked her cheek, the young woman looked up at the intruder, Brett.

He was the young woman on-and-off boyfriend. He was a large and towering American supe with neck-lengthed hair, deep blue eyes, and an obsession with fame. She furrowed her brows and closed the door behind him as he paced towards the living room. They were in the middle of their break-up and she really didn't want to see his face in her flat but since he forced himself in, she decided to roll with it.  Brett was an asshole. She knew he was but thought that he could become better, just like at the start of their relationship. He had his moments, when she did what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to remain Unnamed Girl 24/7. She had to cover her freckles, take him to fancy restaurants, and dedicate her life to please him. There were days where he withdrew his affection from her and she had to comply.

She could have severed their linking and ended their relationship but she was in love with him. She just couldn't truly be apart from him for too long. He would lovebomb her, he would make her feel as if she was the most beautiful person in the world. She wasn't alone when he was there so she couldn't help herself but always took him back. Yet, there were moments where it was brutal, it was possessive.

« What are you doing around so late? » She groaned while scratching the top of her head. He patted his lap and invited her to sit on it but she shook her head. « No. We're on a break remember? I don't want to see your face, or your dick for a while. » She crossed her arms over her ample chest, furrowing her brows as he kept patting his lap.

« Then grab me a beer. » 

« You haven't answered. Why are you here, Brett? »

« I was in town, just decided to stop by. Come on, I need a beer. »

« Why did you come here? Don't you have your fuckbuddies you could have gone to? » -She complained but still  went to the kitchen.-

She furrowed her brows as she grabbed the bottle and put it on the counter. What was she doing? What was she doing in there, with him? It wasn't the first time he casually came to her place, in spite of her protests, and got away with it. He'd drink, eat, fuck her until he got enough of it and would leave early in the morning for his job. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve this lack of respect. Sara was a very nice lover. She was devoted to the people she loved and she did love Brett. Nobody believed she was resilient or even strong. She simply folded everytime Brett came back. She was fragile, yes, but she wasn't made of glass. She thought it was nothing. She thought she could handle it until he became better. While Sara was thinking, she felt strong brutal hands grab her waist, beneath her shirt, and run up until they reached below her breasts. She gasped and tried to turn around but he leaned into her, forcing her to bend forward over the counter.

« Fuck you! Get off me! I'm not in the mood! »

« C'mon! I know you want me! You've always wanted this dick before, why would you refuse now? »

« I don't want it, Brett. I was fucking sleeping before you crashed at my door! Get OFF ME! » She yelled at him, but he was heavily intoxicated already and she realized that if she didn't do anything, he wouldn't stop at all. Brett was this stubborn. She hated when they fucked while he was in such a state, because he didn't know how to stop, or he refused to do it until he reached his own climax. It always left her bruised and sore but this time, it was different and she could tell by the way he was breathing and the force he used to pin her against the counter. Her breathing quickened and she became as stiff as wood as she was already searching for a way to escape. Her black eyes locked onto the bottle of beer she had in her hand and she quickly smashed it against his face, eliciting a groan from him and giving her enough room to escape from his embrace.

« COME BACK HERE! » He growled but she didn't listen and kept running, but he was faster than her and grabbed her ankle, making her stumble but not fall. She had to straighten again but he slapped her face, hard enough to make her bleed from her mouth and cause her to fall onto the ground. She rolled on her side and tried to crawl to her room but he pulled her closer to him.  Brett started to remove his belt from his and chuckle darkly. « Ahaha.. you decided to play it rough tonight uh Sara? » She winced, her cheek still burning from the slap he gave her. « You were supposed to be nice to me. You cut me with that bottle, you're gonna pay! » Her body was shivering, mostly because of the aftermath of his blow and because she was scared of going through another shitstorm again with him. « Be nice to me, Sara. Be nice and I might be gentler. » He sneered while grabbing a fist of her hair and yanking it back, causing pain. at him with it. She flinched and closed her eyes.

He hit her with the belt, over and over again, turning her back red from the strikes. His blows became stronger and the more she screamed, the harder he struck her. The more she pleaded with him to stop, the more sadistic he became. He used his ice powers to freeze the belt and create ice spikes on it. She stopped resisting after a while, way too weak to protest. After a while, she simply took the beating he gave her and curled into a ball. What more could she do against him?  He worked up a sweat after a while and stopped moving when it became boring for him. He made a mess out of her, her blood had splattered on the floor and she had stopped making a sound. Sara was still breathing, he could see her chest heave up and down. He then threw the belt away and knelt next to her. "Now, babe. Are you going to be stubborn?" She unclenched her fists and her lips twitched a little bit. He saw the fresh tears and slowly cleaned them off of her face. "Now now...I will make it all better. I will make it all better. you just have to do as I say." -She was too exhausted to speak but she looked at him and held onto his arm. "Yeah? You'd like it? You'd like me caring for you? I'll run you a bath and I'll clean you up." He whispered, propping her up against his chest before he managed to stand up and lift her body up. 

"I'm sorry..." -She whispered-

"It's alright. Don't say it. Just act better."

"I won't...Thank you for caring for me."

"Always."

As the flashback stopped, Sara noticed she was crying again. How could she accept to be treated like this for as long as she did? Dotty had warned her, but Sara didn't know better back then. She was desperate for affection and she didn't thought that Brett truly loved her and expressed it in the most passionate way. She now knows that it's not true and she deserved better. Her single life had brought her comfort and her breakup with Brett was just a blessing in disguise. Homelander was different. He wasn't violent with her and unlike the others, he was genuine. He cared for her and she knew that he would do his best not to hurt her. She realized that she was still traumatized by her past relationships and it hurt her so deep that she fell on her knees and curled into a ball in her bathroom.

COPG: Life of Elpis:

Elpis was taking the sun on a long chair near the swimming pool of their hotel. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses to keep curious humans from discovering her divine nature. Her legs were crossed and her hands rested on her knees. There was plenty to think about but today her mind focused on the only thing that mattered: Her Scythe. It took Pride a lot of energy and a bargain with the Goddess Hecate to help him build a weapon powerful enough to contain some of his essence while being capable of slaughtering gods. When he gifted her the new weapon, the primeval goddess was way too excited about the weapon itself and the fact it was a gift from him to fully realize what it entailed, what it meant.., and what it symbolized. Pride gave her a weapon, something that not even her own pantheon managed to do. 

She was aware, by now, of the fact her family was scared of her. It benefited them that Elpis remained ignorant about her potential because she could have proven to be uncontrollable if she knew how powerful she really was. A lovechild of creation and destruction: true Balance and alongside it, ultimate power. They knew that they wouldn't be able to restrain her. They wouldn't be able to defeat her so they made sure that she was not aware of her true potential. It happened, despite their efforts when the goddess destroyed the Sumerian Pantheon. She let her anger consume her and easily managed to fight them. If she was to be left to her own device, there was a good chance that they would not be able to take her down. So they kept her under control. They messed up with her memories and they kept her in chains but it didn't work in the long term. After all, she set herself free didn't she? She explored her powers, discovered her connection to nature, trained in order to overcome the  All-Mother. She knew her true potential and she was eager to test her new limits. 

Colby: Anniversary

A/N: I felt the need to write something fluffy, some positive writing. I needed something to celebrate.

Xx

Mary mind-absently played with the diamond earrings Tommy gifted her as a coping mechanism for the stress she was experiencing.  Tommy was late and he was never late when they went on a date. All these people at the restaurant were making her nervous but she decided to ignore their curious stares on her. Tonight was special, he decided to take her out for a lovely dinner and asked for her to wait for her. So Mary kept touching her earrings to soothe herself. He told her to doll herself up so she did. Her hair was curly tonight and held together with a brooch she pinned on. Her brown locks were teasing her shoulders. Her dress was beautiful, with blue sequins that glamourized her waist and a back cleavage. Her feet were dressed with gorgeous blue stilettos. Mary sure was a looker and the minute she entered this fancy restaurant, the minute the world stopped running and all eyes were set on her. 

Mary could feel them looking her up and down and judging her figure, the color of her skin, her beauty, and her relevance in a place like this one. She was very aware of how society still had issues with accepting people like her. Mary remembered the awful welcome she had when she entered a bar to request a glass of water. She still remembered the beating she got, and the fact her only protection left was to warn Arthur. She still remembered the fear that crept into her heart and hurt her. It kept her on her toes and made her feel uncomfortable whenever she was in a public setting.

Just as it was becoming harder for her to handle being alone in such a huge place, Mary nearly screamed when she felt Tom's hand squeeze her shoulder. He kissed her forehead and then sat right next to her. The gangster made some efforts for the night and wore a tuxedo. He was handsome that evening and the nurse had to bite at her inner cheek because she didn't know how to react to him. He was perfect, of course, and the venue was beautiful. She's never been there, but she loved the lights and the table decorations.

« Tom. I didn't know you'd wear a tux tonight. »

« Well, you always complained about my business suits. I thought about wearing something new for a change. » -He smirked, giving Mary his infamous smirk that made her weak in the knees.  Mary furrowed her brows and then shook her head.  Tom added. « What? » 

« You're hiding something. Do you have that smirk you always have when you have a surprise? Where are we? Why are we here tonight? What do you have in your pocket? »

« Ahah don't be impatient. I have nothing in my pocket, we're here because I wanted you to feel beautiful tonight and enjoy the food and enjoy the wine. » He grinned and gently put both of his hands on the table.

« I don't believe you! That smile doesn't wash off of your face!» She said in an excited tone. As she tapped her fingers on the table,  Mary resumed talking « Okay I have a feeling today is a very important day but I can't place it. Help me out Tom, please ?! » 

Mary had no idea that tonight was their anniversary. Today was the day he took her to Arrow House. It marked the years they've been living together. He remembered how they met but at that time, he was still a married man and the encounter didn't mark him that much. Mary became someone important to him from the moment she came to his house. He wanted her to feel safe, he needed her to be alright because by the time she went there, she had shown how loyal and welcoming the Shelby Family was. Nothing forced her to help Arthur and his withdrawals. Nothing forced her to help Ada and some post-partum issues but she did. Nothing forced her to help him or his late wife Grace but she did.  She did.

He didn't know when his feelings started to grow for her, nor when exactly did he consider her as more than a friend so he picked the day she came to live with them to celebrate. After all, Mary had been a friend before she became a lover and he wanted to celebrate it too. Cheesy? Perhaps. Perhaps some guilt motivated his decision to take her out on a date. It had been so long since the two of them had some time together. Tom, as usual, was a prisoner of his own mind and lost himself to work. He spent so much time dealing with his business and politics that he had not seen Mary enough for his taste. he kept his eyes on her through his spies and the peaky blinders but it didn't need a lot for him to know he was neglecting her.

« Okay, I can give you a clue. Where are we? »

« I don't know the place! It's a.... fancy restaurant? » She said uncertain about the right answer.

« I think you didn't pay attention to the name of the restaurant. Look up the menu. »

Mary furrowed her brows but she took the menu. The name.... she didn't pay attention to the name when she arrived but the restaurant owner was someone she held dear in her life. Mary put the menu back on the table and widely opened her eyes as she stared at Tommy. Harry Langdon's restaurant was their venue. Harry and his mother Doris were her former neighbors in the shack she used to live at before Arrow House. They always treated her well and talked to her like a person rather than the way she presented. Harry always shared his meals with the nurse and she repaid them with private concerts. She had lost track of their whereabouts after she moved into Arrow House but still remembered their long nights spent talking about his dream to own a restaurant and here she was! He made his dream come true and that made the young woman gasp. Tom remembered she talked about the Langdons a long time ago and she thought that he didn't hear her or didn't care enough to remember but he did. 

« You didn't... You didn't do that. We... we're not in this... impossible. »

« Very possible. » He smiled at her, softly this time,  and held her hand tighter.

Her green eyes were filled with unshed tears as she stared at the gangster. She didn't know what to say nor what to do so Tom bent a bit forward and took her hand between his large hands.

« This isn't all. He reached out to me a few weeks ago upon learning you were living with me, and asked for a way to reach out to you. He wanted to thank you for the year you spent together and the hope you gave him. He wanted to show you how far he went and... » She was crying silent tears and didn't even notice. Tom gently stroked her soft cheek with the back of his hand. « How much he owed you. He wants you happy, Mary and so do I. »

« I'm so proud of him Tom. You have no idea of how /proud/ I am of him. » She put her hand over her plump lips and then cleaned another couple of tears that rolled down her cheeks. « He wasn't sure he was good enough but every time I ate his food, I could feel it. It was so good. » She smiled at Tom but straightened as he told her that it wasn't all he had in store for her. « Wait! You said there is more? »

« Do you trust me? » She nodded and held his hand tighter. « Good! Mary. I don't think you remember today as clearly as I do. It was the day you came to live at Arrow House. I didn't realize how much of a blessing this was until I...until I realized that you were my woman. »

«  I don't understand. » -It took some time for Mary to understand what Tom wanted to say and what it implied. It took some time for her to realize that he was actually giving her his utmost attention.-

« I'm celebrating the life we have together. I'm celebrating every moment we shared, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I don't know how my life would have been if you weren't part of it, Mary. Being with you helped me when I thought I was long gone. You're the reason I didn't blow my brains out. You're the reason I'm still put together.  I  know I'm not home as much as you'd like, maybe, but please, I want you to know that I love the life we have together. You're... so good to me. You're so good to me, Mary. »

She was speechless. Her eyes were filled with tears she shed because she couldn't believe her ears. He took her to the restaurant of someone she held dear.  He professed his love for her in a way she never imagined he would do and on top of it all, he never ceased to stare into her eyes. He loved her. She knew he did but to have him say it made her heart soar.

« You don't know what you're saying! » -She blushed-

« I do. » He smiled at her, his hand still holding onto hers.  Tommy swallowed a lump and kissed the top of her head. « You make my demons go away when we're together and you've been such a good mother to our son. Such a good woman to me...I wanted to give back some of what you gave me.  I wanted to celebrate our anniversary today and I wanted you to be surrounded by people who love you. Happy 10th Anniversary, Mary»

« What do you mean surrounded? » 

Was all she could ask as her voice was breaking from the emotions she was experiencing. It was a mix of pride and joy and probably another feeling she couldn't name yet. Tom nodded and with a snap of his fingers, a projector focused on the curtain that was hiding a stage behind. Mary furrowed her brows as the curtain opened and she saw Henry and his mother, Ada and her children, Arthur and his wife Linda, Finn, Polly and Uncle Charlie, and Curly and little Charlie who was looking his best.  Mary couldn't help herself but kept crying and struggling to clean her face. The night couldn't get better and yet it did.  It felt like a dream! Mary couldn't contain herself. She smiled and cried as she couldn't believe it was happening for real. She looked at Tom and gave him a large smile. Her favorite song started to echo through the restaurant and the family and friends started to dance. Tom stood up and Mary looked at him with wet green eyes.

« I am happy because of you. I am happy when I am with you. I am so happy to have you in my life.  I love you, Thomas Shelby. I love you with my mighty heart and what you did tonight. I want to give it back a thousand times. Happy anniversary my love. »

« You already did Mary. I can't ask for more. So don't worry. Tonight, I felt like giving /you/ back all you gave me. It's your night. It's our night. Just enjoy. » -She stood up and grabbed his hand as he led her to the rest of the dancing group so they could dance together. She held onto him, green eyes focused on his blue ones, and smiled at her lover-

10 years. They shared 10 years together, made of adventures, fights, love, pain, and death. 10 years that saw their love blossom into what it is today: A strong beautiful bond that could never break. 10 years spent caring about the other, even when they were upset at each other. Mary always made sure to care for Tommy and his family and he ensured her safety. They survived being apart from one another whether it was because of his wanderlust or because of the business.

What could possibly break a bond like theirs? Nothing. He loved Mary and she loved him and that feeling was forged with fire and blood and tears and nobody, not even them, could take that away from Tom and Mary. 10 years was an eternity and if it had to happen the way it did, so they could be together today, then there was nothing to change at all. 

Doya: Scars

Oya stood before the mirror and looked at her body. She ran her fingers over the scars on her forearms. Her body was a testament to the dangers she'd encountered over the years. She took bites from werewolves, claws from monsters,  bullets, and knives from humans. She could tell a story about each and every scar on her body. Her fingers traced the deep scars on her arms. The Asambosam, her archnemesis for years. Her recklessness almost cost her her life and these scars were a reminder of that. Grief... Grief was the reason for her lack of thought. She wanted to die during battle and join her family as fast as she could. She wanted to die or at least that was what she thought until she got hurt. Dean was there and he reminded her that there was more to life than what she thought. She had a reason to keep going. She had a reason to stay alive: HIM.  

Oya was still uncomfortable at times when staring at her scars. How could Dean still find her attractive with those ugly reminders of her recklessness? He always managed to soothe her heart and help her deal with her insecurities. Dean loved her, scars or not, he only saw a badass woman.... yes, he saw a beautiful woman. She felt her heartbeat go faster as her fingers traced the gunshots on her taut belly and the knife scars that decorated her skin. She let her fingers grab a few brown locks and slowly played with them. She twirled them in her fingers for a moment before she dropped her hands alongside her body. Her line of work made it quite impossible for her to be out of harm's way.  Her body was a weapon, but it was also vulnerable. She was vulnerable and there was nothing wrong with it. She was vulnerable and there was no shame to feel about it. Dean welcomed her with her flaws and qualities. He welcomed her with everything that made her her and that soothed her heart. that made it beat harder. That made it beat faster. That made it... Beat! 

ITNOF: Almaryl Sann'Di -the mistress of Darknes Dragon Profile- WIP

Almaryl Sann'Di, The Mistress of Darkness, 6000 Years old

            A.k.a: TBD

            Race: Black Dragon

            Ability: Necromancy

            Hair: Pink

            Eyes: Golden on black

            Skin: Black

Once upon a time, there was a world inhabited by dragons, humans, and other mystical creatures (unicorns, vampires, werewolves, dwarves, and elves). They respected each other’s realms and established good relationships, trading with one another, and helping each other. But the peace wasn’t to remain. Creatures started to hunt each other to steal their powers and their lands. Dragons were constantly threatened because of their power and the beautiful lands they owned. Many dragons were enslaved and used as pets, lowered to the same level as basic horses. They were sentient creatures, gifted with the ability to speak the words of men, able to perform magic, and keepers of the forests. They were the kings of the mystical creatures, or so they loved to think of themselves as such. Among them stood the black dragons, there were a few of them for their task wasn’t an easy one. Keepers of the the realm of the dead, they can perform the dark arts. They serve as the guardians of the world’s balance and ensure that the lost and confused souls of those who passed away remain in their realm and that the living don’t try to use them. An ancient war had killed almost ALL the black dragons but one: the legendary Bahamut. With the help of another dragon, the beautiful Rywenn the Conqueror, he claimed his realm back. He crowned Rywenn and together they ruled peacefully the Land of Dragons.

Almaryl’s birth was a complicated one. Her mother wasn’t able to hatch the egg because she was too weak due to a sickness that was devouring her body.  Crippled by her terrible sickness, none was able to explain, the Mother Dragon died inexplicably, leaving a mourning husband and daughter. The king decided to raise his child who eventually matured into a beautiful black dragon, reaching her full potential after a millennium. Unfortunately for her, Bahamut fell ill and his death is about to happen sooner than expected. She learned, much to her dismay that during the War of the Crowns, he had been injured with a pure iron blade that broke and left a shard in his chest, killing him slowly but surely. Thrust into royalty and duties yet prepared for such eventuality, the new queen started to rule. She had a lot on her plate since her people were still fighting the war. During a battle, the human witch cast a spell on her heart and broke it into several pieces that spread across the seven realms. One of them was found by the last unicorn alive in the realm of men and kept hidden by her. At the end of the war, dragons were decimated. Those who survived were enslaved and as time went by, their land was pillaged and the Kingdom was abandoned. The free survivors learned to hide among humans waiting for the day the queen would return. Weakened by the loss of her heart -which prevented her from performing necromancy-  Almaryl was ruminating her vengeance and tried to find her people.

It’s not easy to see dragons when they are transformed but their scales show up whenever they are experiencing a burst of emotions.  On a sordid night, after she accidentally killed a group of men who tried to attack her, she was spotted by Eleonore. Almaryl realized that it was a Unicorn and realized that around her neck she was wearing a necklace and pendant, the first piece of her magical heart. The two of them became friends and whenever the dragon queen found a fragment of her Heart, she would give it to Eleonore. For now, she has three fragments over seven and is still on a quest to conquer her realm back. Her path would be paved with traps and threats, the underworld is preparing to invade the world of the living, and the Witch who cursed her is trying to command the King of the Undead Ashurato. Almaryl desperately needs to find her people and put them to safety, deal with the traitors set her other people free. Could the Queen find the strength to do that?

Almaryl is a very tall and broad dragon. Her eyes are golden pools, where a little bit of red helps distinguish the iris from the rest of the eye.  Her scales are very slick, very snake-like, and reflect light, thus making the blackness of her skin even more noticeable.  Her silhouette is rather elegant but she is larger than the average female dragon. Her claws are also sharper and longer than the average dragon making her paws deadly weapons.  They can easily break solid rocks and even tear apart metallic gears. When she breathes fire, her scales take on red reflects and the more she breathes fire, the redder her scales become. Her wings are powerful and majestic, enough to carry her heavy weight on the battlefield. Her skin is very thick, making it almost impossible for steel and gunfire to injure her.  Her underbelly is incredibly soft and warm; it almost feels like a mammal’s skin, a dog with short hair. Her head is spiky and so is her chin. Her teeth are sharp and powerful; she can literally tear any flesh apart with them, even dragons, although it would be harder with dragons with thicker skin. She also has a long tail with spikes at the end.

As a woman, Almaryl is outstandingly gorgeous. Her ebony skin is flawless and smooth. Her eyes keep their gold color in the white-reddish sclera. Her cheekbones are high and lips are plump and red like blood and she has a mole on the left side of her square chin. She is thick but toned.  Her face bears a dangerous expression because she is stern and rarely smiling. Yet, her lips always draw a smirk when she is plotting or satisfied. She is hauntingly beautiful yet scary and on top of it all, knows it. She is tall and her silky bright black hair falls on her waist. She is a woman who might speak normally with words but whose true feelings are expressed by her eyes and eyes alone. Her presence is overwhelming and her scent intoxicating but she is soft and nice and warm once you learn to know her.

She is a strong fighter, able to handle a fight with or without magical powers. She was one of the fiercest during the War of the Crowns. Unfortunately, she isn’t as good at strategy as her father was. Her passion usually takes advantage of her reason and she ends up making risky decisions. She is also very young and takes inconsiderable risks to achieve her goals. But she learns through her failures and she becomes stronger every single time.

She is also very dedicated to her people and her duty, willing to make any sacrifice for their sake. But likewise, she is also very passionate and her feelings can go from genuine affection to deep hatred. She has no filter and nothing to balance her emotions except maybe  Eleonore or Ichaböd.

Like all dragons, she is VERY proud, very wild, and doesn’t trust easily. Yet, she was able to befriend the last unicorn and also a werewolf and a vampire. She realized that if she wanted to win her kingdom back she had to strike deals and play well to regain her powers.

She can be sweet and vulnerable but only shows it to very few people. Her anger is terrible and terrifying for she spits fire and destroys anything in her way in her dragon form but when she is in her human form, her magic takes control. she can also very easily break a neck or kill someone if not restrained.

Like her mother Rywenn, Almaryl is also keen to become power-hungry. She was taught to enjoy conquests and fights. She was taught to humiliate her enemies and that perversion might lead her nowhere good.

She is flirtatious, but it’s only a façade. She is no virgin but hasn’t properly “made” love to a male or a female. Sex is a tool for her, a tool for power. She manages to enjoy it, although no one ever blew her mind just yet. She is slightly confused about humans because she’s been living with them for very long. But the first feeling she has towards them is hatred. Rest assured that if anything, she simply wants to feed on them and decimate the entire race. 

ITNOF: Bahamut Sann'Di -Black Dragon- WIP

Bahamut Sann'Di, The king, 40000 Years old

            A.k.a: none

            Race: Black Dragon

            Ability: Necromancy

            Hair: black

            Eyes: blue

            Skin: black

Bahamut is the last pure Black Dragon still alive. With his daughter they are the only ones able to perform Dragons black magic and Necromancy. Black dragons were chosen to become guardians of the world of the living and the Underworld. Their task was to guide the dead to the otherworld and keep them there. King Bahamut fulfilled his duty perfectly until he fell ill, Almaryl took on the mantle but the witch broke her heart, thus preventing the queen from doing her job.

Bahamut was a king, heir to the throne of the Dragons Kingdom whose crown was stolen by one of his bastard brothers. He had to first conquer his land and unite the dragons under his ruling. Together with his wife, queen Ryween, they ruled the Kingdom wisely. He was the most gentle of the two and the least prone to go to war or rule with fear.

His reign was restless though. Indeed as his kingdom slowly but surely became the wealthiest and the most peaceful as well, it set fire and caused Jealousy. There began the  war of the Crowns. He ended up victorious and shortly after, Almaryl was born. Ryween's health started to degrade until she died. Soon his own health started to degrade and he started to lose his power. With him getting closer to death, the protection of the world of the living is becoming weaker and weaker.

Bahamut in his human form is a ridiculously handsome black man, with golden eyes and black eye sockets. His hair is short and black, curly at the edge. Unlike his daughter, the old king can't completely morph into a human, therefore his skin is scaly, he has a huge black horn on top of his head and long claws. He is wearing a  black and gold armor when he fights.

As a dragon, he's very tall and heavy. He also wears an armor that protects his belly and a helmet that protects the top of his head. Due to him being a pure-blood his wings are purple and his breath is purple. His fire is blue and his eyes turn blue when he uses his necromancer powers.

He is known to be a fair and kind king who will never hesitate to make sacrifices for his kingdom. He is said to be ruthless in battle and skilled, to the point that he remained undefeated for millennia. His strange disease has weakened him a lot and siphoned his life force but he is still the king he used to be. He will forever be known as the King who brought peace  and many people believe that with his death, the world would change.

N.B: Unlike what Almaryl might think, he had mistresses and bastard children. Three of them are noteworthy for they didn't die at a young age and they could try to claim the throne: Skaagar the beast, Urüre the Greedy, and Toromaï the Unlikely. Three sons who are not black dragons or so people say.

ITNOF: Ashurato Mogoth -Undead King profile- WIP

Ashurato Mogoth, The king of the Underworld, 100 000+ Years old

            A.k.a: The Destroyer of the Veil

            Race: Black Elf

            Ability: Black Magic

            Hair: white

            Eyes: white

            Skin: blue-ish

Ashurato's real name is long lost. All that remains of his story is that he was living in the First Age when the seven kingdoms were just one and some creatures didn't even exist. He was a powerful Elven king, one of the wealthiest if not the wealthiest of them all. He was also known for being cruel,  ruthless, and feared not only by his subjects but also by his enemies. His reign wasn't a quiet one for his people tried to overthrow him several times but failed. His magic was the most powerful existing at that time or so he said. Dark magic that made people tremble and shake in fear. Yet, it is said that he died by the hand of his own son, whose name was written off for his whole bloodline was cursed by the dying Ashurato. 

When he reached the World of the Undead, the first thing that the King did was take a new name: Ashurato Mogoth. He also decided to plot against Bahamut's ancestors for they prevented his return to the world of the living. His hatred towards the living grew intense and with it, his powers. But the world of the Undead was not a quiet one and he had to fight to claim the throne. It took him several centuries before he was strong enough to fight the king of the Undead and make his own army but he made it. 100,000 years after his death, now powerful enough to be on the brink of tearing apart the veil between the two worlds, Ashurato was summoned by the human witch Dëerna and formed an alliance to accelerate the process in motion and faster the tear of the veil to set himself free.

Ashurato, when alive was known for his beauty. Tall, lean but ironically physically strong, the King of the First Land's skin was ebony with back-length silver hair and unusual emerald eyes. He was always wearing the finest fabrics and was fond of jewelry He always wore colorful fabrics. As the king of the undead, his skin is now pale-ish and his eyes turned blue, but his hair is still silver. He is now wearing dark clothes and seems to be fond of the purple/blue ones.

The circumstances that surround the summoning by Dëerna the Witch are unknown as well as her real plan but he doesn't care for it.  He doesn't wish for the destruction of life, but he wants to submit them to his will and rule both the living and the dead until Death swallows them all.