..   MAGIC AND TUTORINGRax is an innate magic user, his draconic heritage granting him a natural affinity for wielding aether and a cathartic focus to unleash his spells and enchantments. Proficient in Red Magic mentored by Blood Mantle, a traitor turned savior, the young dragon boy embarked on a journey to develop his own school of spells, Crimson Magic. In this unique magical discipline, Rax applied Red Magic principles to his draconid bloodline, yielding exciting results. These ranged from mist breaths with unique effects to the classic fire-breathing techniques for which dragons are so well known.More than just a wilder and researcher of magic, Rax loves sharing his knowledge and teaching others about everything he learned during his travels. He readily takes to tutoring someone for a few classes or even accepting someone under his wing as an apprentice. The boy doesn't consider himself too high and mighty to take on more mentors—after all, the more, the merrier!..   BATH/TEAHOUSE DATES/MEETINGSNothing screams "having a good time" more than burying oneself inside a hot, steamy bath! At least, that's the case for our lovely dragon boy. The heat acts like fuel for his energetic, bubbly core, while the water is comforting and relaxing, creating an environment where this boy seems more fish than reptile.To add to the experience, bathhouses and teahouses are always bustling with people from all walks of life, resembling a chat buffet for our little chit-chatter. There are so many unique stories to hear, so many tales to tell. If you want to take this social boy on a date, there's no better place anywhere in the world!..   DIPLOMATIC WORKNobody expects the young and cute dragon boy to have been granted such a title and job: Draconic Diplomat. Such a high-status position would be expected from an elder dragon, an ancient being with centuries of lived experience. Yet, the one chosen by dragonkind to represent them and travel around Eorzea spreading the good word about his people was a little dragon boy with not even two decades on his back.The choice becomes truly understood when one talks with Rax. His bubbly demeanor, magnetic personality, and deep connections to both draconids and non-draconids make him the perfect choice for the diplomatic profession. Well, not that he was without faults; his patience and manners during important meetings and events, especially the ones he found boring, were, to say the least, unexpected of someone of his title.Yet, the dragon boy did his best, and even if he harmed a few connections and relationships during more formal appointments, he always made up for it in the one-on-one chats post-meeting, especially if he and his entourage ended the night in a bar, teahouse, or bathhouse.

..   TRAVELLING AND ADVENTURINGRax's diplomatic gig meant that the boy had to travel all over the world, from Ul'dah in the south to Ala Mhigo in the east, maybe even to Kugane and Doma in the Far East someday. For a social butterfly like Rax, it was the perfect excuse to meet people from the most unique backgrounds. Beyond that, it meant learning about new cultures and customs, exploring new regions, and even having a dalliance with adventure here and there!That didn't mean the dragon boy only did things that were fun or exciting; he inherited his mother's dutiful spirit, at least when it came to protecting and aiding those in need. Rax would drop everything if someone requested his support or if he felt someone was in an unfair situation or in need of help. But, for better or worse, the dragonling was too quick to get himself into others' affairs and would usually find himself in quite dire situations. Yet, nothing that a big ball of fire, tail whip, or a loud rawr couldn't solve if talking didn't do the job!..   DRACONIC HERITAGERax loved meeting new people and making new connections, but none was more important to him than the ones he makes with others like himself. Dragons, from all places and origins, especially those who shared a humanoid form, were pretty special to the dragonling. These relationships would become a window to self-knowledge, to understanding the boy's own ancestry.His heritage grants him anything a other dragons could have, but Rax has a few 'canon' abilities. He's very proficient at self-polymorphism, being able to change shape and hide features of his body easily. His breathing spells (dragons' trademark) can achieve a diverse range of effects, from illusion mists to elemental breaths. And last but not least, the dragon boy is a master of enchantments, being able to grant the same effects from his breathing spells to drinks, objects, or special papers...   EXOTIC/UNIQUE PEOPLE/CREATURESFish-like? Slime? Bird? Wild beast? Rax loves the common people, but what truly tugs at his heart is when he has these unique encounters with anyone unusual. He might not be the most book-smart, but the dragon boy loves taking note of stuff and will probably have his own catalogue of exotic beings written down somewhere, possibly on an enchanted book.Even though Rax likes animals and beasts too, he has a preference for those who are able to talk or communicate in any way, since the boy himself isn't an Animal Speaker. That doesn't mean he won't cuddle an Owlbear to death (potential death), but if the beast is able to speak, even if badly, his interest and curiosity are going to be piqued!

.   ..   BASICS. full name . Rax Bordeaux
. also known as . The Dragon, Dragon Boy, Draconic Diplomat. date of birth . 14 ~ 3 Umbral ~ 1568 Sixth Umbral Era
. age . 19
. God Patron . Halone
. gender . Intersex Male
. pronouns . He/Him or They/Them
. orientation . Panromantic / Pansexual / Polyamorous. occupation . Dravania's Diplomat, Crimson Magic Researcher
. species . Recently discovered the name for his kind, DRACONEHSK, a word in Dragonspeak for those who are born from a Dragon and a non-Dragon and it's descendants (blood heritage). Was born a Hyur-Elezen.   ..   BACKGROUND. birthplace . Ishgard, Coerthas, Eorzea
. current home . Anyx Trine, Dravania, Eorzea
. nationality . Dravanian
. ethnicity . Hyur-Elezen 'turned' Draconehsk
. language(s) . Common (Fluent, but has a very unique way of speaking it), Draconic (Semi-Fluent). parents . Helene Bordeaux (deceased), Adalag Greenwind (deceased)
. siblings . None
. persons of note . Viarytrx (mentor/dragon), Blood Mantle (mentor/red magick), Flavienne (childhood friend). significant other . None
. children . None
. pets . Junin (capybara)

.   ..   APPEARANCE. hair . Messy and Short, Blue with Purple Lights
. eyes . Bright Violet
. height . 145cm / 4'75''
. build . Slim but toned, femboy
. dominant hand . Left. scars . None yet
. tattoo . Not anymore :c
. piercings . Both nipples and navel
. other remarkable features . 6 horns, wings, claws and talons.   ..   PSYCHOLOGY. character traits . Bubbly, Extroverted, Caring, Energetic, Cute, Nosy, a bit Naive, Oblivious, Easily Taunted, Anxious. likes . Sweets, Hot Baths, Hanging Out, Travelling/Exploring, Headpats, Wholesomeness
. dislikes . Bad Smells, Rude People, Boring Meetings, Gossiping about others
. fears & phobias . Autophobia
. wishes & dreams . Travelling to every corner of the world, meeting all kind of draconids and one day becoming/creating a hub for all dragonkind. moral alignment . Neutral Good

.   ..   Some are cursed to live, other live to curseLife wasn't always filled with travel, diplomacy, and adventure for our dragon boy. Born in Ishgard during a time when dragons were deeply hated and hunted, Rax grew up amidst worried parents and a profound sense of guilt.It all started at the age of 5, when his draconic heritage began to manifest, much to the displeasure of his Templar mother, Helene, and the concerned affection of his merchant father, Adalag. Scales emerged on his back, but they were easily concealed. Nonetheless, Helene was already indoctrinated by the Temple Knight doctrine, leaving her torn between her duty as a mother and as a follower of the Holy See. But, even through all tribulations, the young one was loved and cared for.Everything changed when, at the age of 10, Rax could no longer hide his draconic blood. Claws, additional scales covering his body, a tail, and even horns—each element seemed designed to throw his life into disarray and make the young boy a target for the templars.Adalag, anticipating that, had already meticulously planned an escape for his child, but he required his mother to take a stand. Helene, torn by years of resentment mixed with care, conflicted by hate and fear, found solace in the sweet, loving smile of her dragon child. The woman had made her choice. In the dead of night, under the veil of darkness, the three departed the city with a merchant's cart carrying the most precious goods of all. Yet, Halone herself seemed to have made her choice that fateful day.Shortly after leaving the Steps of Faith, they encountered another Templar—a man who resented Helene for outranking him and harbored suspicions about Rax's family affairs. Returning home late after hearing rumors of heretics in the Coerthas Central Highlands, the holyman demanded to know the nature of the family's cargo and why they required a Templar's protection. For the first time, Adalag, a man of peace who spent evenings drinking wine with his loving wife and shared his wealth with the poor of the Foundation, a man no one expected to wield a weapon, threw himself on a towering adversary, with a blade in hand.However, the unexpected situation provided the miracle needed for their escape, at least for mother and child. The struggling father urged his wife to run as fast as she could with their Rax, to go far away and not look back, to only shed a tear once they had found safety.Since that day, Helene never saw her loving husband again, only learning of his fate after months. The man who warmed her bed and heart for over a decade was publicly executed for treason against the Holy See.

.   ..   No rest for the wicked, nor the virtuousHelene took her dear husband's words to heart and didn't stop running— she didn't stop in Dragonheart, even though she had family there, nor in the North Shroud, as it was still too close to home. Only when her feet stepped through the gates of Gridania did Rax's mother allow herself to shed a tear. As if her body knew, teardrops started to flow unstopping, unrelenting, prompting the young dragon boy to hug his mother tightly, tears streaming down his own face.They embarked on a new life in Gridania under the protection of the City-State. Their woeful tale moved the people and leaders of the city, but there was nothing they could do about the situation in Ishgard—it was a war, the Dragonsong War, that they had no intention of participating in.Life was good, life was fair. People still looked warily at this oddly scaled boy, but unusual things were commonplace in Eorzea. His mother, an exceptional knight and an even more exceptional mentor, found herself invited to teach new recruits for the Gridania forces, an offer she gratefully accepted.Until life wasn't good, life wasn't fair. As if the scars of the recent past weren't burden enough for both parent and child, there came the events that preceded the Seventh Umbral Calamity, and the event itself. With a heavy, dutiful core, Helene joined the battle against the Garlean Empire—for the future of her boy, his friends, her long-abandoned family, and for Eorzea.The tale of the fateful day when Bahamut emerged does not need retelling, but Helene would be remembered as one of the bravest warriors to set foot on that battlefield. Her sword fell Garlean after Garlean, her shield protected many from an untimely death, and her old Templar spells ensured dozens returned home alive.Yet, faced with the might of the Dreadwyrm, before her own demise, she shed one last tear, but not for herself— but for another dragon.

.   ..   Some are blessed to live, others live to blessThe dreadful cry of Bahamut resounded in every corner of Eorzea, especially haunting this scared and worried little dragon boy. It remains unclear whether it was the call of a wyrm of the First Brood, the deep gut feeling of his mother's impending death, or an intertwining of both that stirred something within the dragon.From that moment, another piercing howl echoed in the streets of what is now known as Old Gridania. Fueled by the profound sadness welling up in his soul, Rax achieved his true, glorious form, transforming into a full dragon. His mind, confused by the bellow of the Dreadwyrm, and his heart, shattered in mourning for all the loss in his life, would not stand in the way of his fierceful fury.Who could judge him for what he was about to do? He had nothing left, no one to embrace him before sleep, no one to whisper comforting words when needed...Then everything changed once more. "Hear, hear, child of the Brood! Do not listen to the whispers of the Wyrm, but to the voice of your own mother!", suddenly, a pair of voices from echoed from down under, and, with a bit of magic,they would break him from his trance. An image of his mother hovered over his draconid head, singing some last words to her dear boy, Helene's true, final tear. The melancholic wrath of The Dragon would finaly be quenched.Rax was saved by these two strangers, one bearing red, the other white, and the spirit vision of Helene. But there was no time for introductions, as the Calamity was still falling down on them. The dragon boy could hear the cries of the children, of his friends, the desperation and struggle of the citizens of Gridania.Guided by the protective will of his own beloved mother, he would spread his majestic wings, confronting head-on the fiery balls of destruction hurled by Bahamut. It wouldn't be enough to save everyone in the city, but it would be enough to save those who were close to him. The dragon boy had nothing left to lose—not a single embrace, not a single word of comfort. Yet, he still had everything to gain. And he would share his "treasures" with whoever would cross his path.

.   ..   Treasures to share, a world to exploreThe aftermath of the destruction left the entire land of Eorzea razed by the awakening of the Dreadwyrm. Rax, despite his burnt skin, looked down and saw those he had tried to protect still alive. His heart flamed on. Changing back to his humanoid form while still in the air, he fell to the ground unconscious, caught by the red-bearing stranger from before and healed by the white-bearing one. The Dragon was granted his rest.Days after that fateful night, the dragon boy finally met those who had saved him. The red one introduced himself as Blood Mantle, a traveling Red Mage passing by, and the white one introduced himself as O-Nun-Tasi, a Padjal White Mage from Gridania. They informed him about the aftermath of the Battle of Carteneau and confirmed that his mother had indeed died that day. There was no one left to care for Rax.At least, not until the red gentleman stood and suggested something that would pave the way ahead for not only Rax but for all dragonkind in Eorzea. Blood Mantle would take the dragonling under his wing and travel with him all the way to Dravania, where his kind was known to dwell. It was expected to be a dangerous journey, as they had to cross Coerthas, Ishgard territory, deeply affected by the recent Calamity.O-Nun-Tasi thought the Red Mage's suggestion was a distasteful joke. After all, the dragon boy had just lost his family and was still scarred from everything he had been through. But it was no joke. Rax accepted without blinking. He wanted to learn more about himself, about his heritage, about his powers. Even more now that the land was in shambles, he wanted to honor his mother's legacy and protect Eorzea.It was a long road to Dravania, but The Dragon would savor every step of it, as he had an adventurous heart, and the world was his for the taking.

.   ..   Diplomacy of the Heart, Through and ThroughTime passed, years went by. Red Magic, Draconic Heritage, Crimson Magic. Blood Mantle, Viarytrx, mentors. The end of the Dragonsong War, Diplomacy, Draconic Diplomat. So much happened that recounting the tales here would take too long. If you want to learn more about this boy, just ask him; he'll love the company. Know only that, after everything he went through, even after hell broke loose once and more again, the dragon boy was smiling, bringing his cute self all over Eorzea and sharing his 'treasures' with anyone blessed with his presence~

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