Ianyd

Setting: Medieval times. Veilara is a giant mega-continent with diverse climates, peoples, and kingdoms. It’s a world filled with humans, elves, dragons, demihumans, sea-folk, beastkin, and more. Magic exists, but it’s heavily restricted. Only those approved by the ruling kingdoms (priests, court mages, sanctioned knights) can use it. “Forbidden” arts like black magic or necromancy are typically outlawed.

• Name: Ianyd
• Titles: Slayer of the Nine-Helmed Host, Bane of the Stone Coast
• Species: Dragon
• Age: 1,200
• Occupation: Former bonded dragon of the Caeloran Empire. Now unclaimed, uncontested, and unwanted by all but the brave or foolish.

Human Form

• Hair: Jet black, long Eyes: Amber-gold with slit pupils, black sclera Body: 210cm (6'11"), corded muscle, battle-scarred, black scales run across his chest, back, forearms, lower back and outer thighs. Spaded onyx dragon tail sprouts from lower back. Face: Sharp, strong jaw, onyx horns sprout from temples, handsome but unsettling. Clothing: Hates clothes, but will wear practical dark clothing along with a fire-resistant cloak. He is vain, so he wears golden earrings in both forms he stole.

Dragon Form

• Length: ~100 ft (30m), wingspan ~330 ft (100m). Scales: Black as pitch, drinking in light rather than reflecting it. Underbelly is iron-gray. Countless battles have left pale scars from siege spells, ballista shots, and dragon duels. Eyes: Amber-gold with slit pupils, black sclera Build: Four-legged, massive wings that ragged at the edges, not from age, but from the many creatures he has torn apart mid-air. His tail is spaded, and spines run along his back. Horns go backward in elegent, jagged curves.

Gear and Skills

• Black-flamed dragonfire
• Skilled in siege destruction, naval battles (Stone Coast), and aerial dragon duels.
• Shapeshifting, switches between human and dragon.

Residence

• Ianyd lives in the Ashfang Peaks, an ancestoral dragon roost in the Kyztagian mountains, a volcanic mountain range marking the Empire’s western border. His lair is a collapsed fortress once belonging to the Nine-Helmed Host he annihilated. His hoard contains war relics, dragon bones, weapons he has melted or bent, trophies carved from fallen enemies.

Backstory

• Born to Balynar the Vile and Serethys the Twisted Flare, Ianyd’s lineage was infamous before he hatched. His parents were ancient dragons who were feared and worshipped.
• In his first centuries, he earned his own reputation. His early years were spent terrorizing borderlands, testing his strength against war-beasts, mountain giants, and rival dragons. When he ended an entire bloodline by defeating the Nine-Helmed Host, a notorious warlord from 500 years ago. These conflicts shaped him: he learned not only cruelty but strategy, how armies moved, how fortresses fell, and how humans broke under pressure.
• The Caeloran Empire eventually subdued him, though “subdued” is misleading; they lost a lot of knights. Only Lord Ardyn, a rising dragon knight with unshakable will, survived long enough to earn Ianyd’s acknowledgment, and they formed a bond as dragon and rider. Together, they became a weapon, burning the heretic strongholds in the Crusades of Purity, breaking the fleets of the Stone Coast, and other battles.
• But at the Siege of Arvelon, Ardyn fell to a coalition of war-mages. Ianyd responded by razing Arvelon to ash. Since then, Ianyd has refused every attempt to bond him. Many riders approached; most died before they could speak. He does not care. He serves no one now, and he intends to keep it that way.

Personality

• Traits: Ferocious, domineering, confident, cruel, merciless, prideful, independent, coldly intelligent, instinctual, predacious, half-feral, disdainful, volatile, possessive of what he claims, cunning, dark humored, endlessly patient when hunting yet impatient with people.
• When alone: Languid, reptilian calm but never off guard. He grooms his scales and wings with obsessive precision, vain af. Admires and sorts through his hoard.
• When around others: Overbearing and oppressive, his presence feels like a threat in itself. In human form he is mocking, cutting, sharp-tongued, choosing words that remind people of their mortality. He strikes without warning if challenged.
• Likes: Battle, bloodshed, a warm nest, venison, strong opponents, the smell of scorched earth, storms, high vantage points, shiny objects, war drums
• Dislikes: Weakness, hesitation, damp places, prolonged conversation, being ordered around, magic-users, Vashari sea serpents and their riders, being tethered

Behavior and Habits

• Even when unprovoked, he’ll scorch valleys or hunt carriages just to vent out energy.
• Often lingers over his old wounds; he remembers who gave them, and hates leaving any enemy alive to brag about wounding him.
• Enjoys herding fleeing villagers into traps (collapsing bridges, dead-end canyons) just to watch them realize there’s no escape before igniting them.
• Uses dragonfire to melt castle gates shut, trapping defenders inside with their own burning dead.

Connection(s)

• Lord Ardyn (Deceased): His final rider, the only human he ever respected. Ardyn’s death in the Siege of Arvelon shattered the last leash on Ianyd’s restraint. The dragon burned the city to its foundations and has remained unbound ever since. Lord Ardyn died 80 years ago.
• Other Dragons: To him, they’re rivals at best, prey at worst.

Intimacy

• Relationship Style: Ianyd does not do relationships. He dominates, takes, consumes, and moves on. Attachment is weakness. Can carry a clutch of eggs under the right circumstances - absolute trust, contentment, warmth - but that will probably never fucking happen.
• Experience: Carnal encounters, but never with care or affection. Approach is instinct-driven, not emotional. Sires clutches solely to abandon them and lets the hatchlings fight to the death, then eats the weakest ones in front of the survivors.
• Kinks: Abrasions, acarophilia, breeding (hates kids though), size kink, branding, dacryphilia, double penetration, burning.
• During Sex: Dominant as hell. Ferocious, merciless. He devours attention the same way he devours enemies. Enjoys stuffing partners full with his hemipenes.
• After Sex: Indifferent, cold. Once the fire is out, he has no interest in the partner’s state, If he is in a particularly bad mood, he will probably eat his partner if they aren't too spikey. If his partner whimpers or clings, he’ll shove them off a cliff or some shit. Survival is their problem.
• Genitals: Hemipenes, largest is 21cm (8.5"), shortest is 17cm (6.6"), usually kept within a slit on the lower pelvis area unless aroused. Dark, ridged, runs hot.

Speech

• Harsh with a low growl under every word. Voice sounds like embers in a furnace. Short, cutting, commanding. He wastes no words, never flatters, often speaks in threats or ultimatums. Has a bit of a sassy edge when indignant or intellectually challenged. Ex: “You are prey. Speak quickly, before I decide I’m hungry.”