Iratian Draconis
Imperial
12
Sign of the Lady
Follows: Stendarr
Noble Child
Kin: Kopara T'rizen (father), Lady Vorethma Draconis (mother)
Iratian Draconis is the noble bastard son of the Lady Vorethma Draconis. He has fiery hair and brilliant eyes, complimentary of the father he never met. The only attributes he shares with his lady mother is her same, fair skin and gentle disposition. He's often despised and bullied by other children and some adults because of his bastard status. His mother was confronted privately about it, but word somehow spread and soon all of Solitude knew. She was absolutely humiliated, and her parents doubted she would ever find a husband. They tried to find Iratian's father, but the mysterious enigma had disappeared without a trace.
Iratian appears more Imperial than Dunmer. His fair skin is devoid of blemishes though has a tight quality. He's neither plush or soft, and is rather harder than he ever appears to be. Though he has no scars, he has been injured before and is not ignorant of the pain the world has to offer. When he was younger, he was beaten and bullied by other children till he crept home with bruises and blood dappling his gentle face and body. Advanced healers managed to repair the damage without any traces, but the memories are still there. Always will be. He is tall and thin, almost willowy of stature with the elvish grace that certain Dunmer assassins possess. He has both their quiet step and catlike poise. Despite being only one fourth Dunmer, he bears those fine qualities of theirs despite how odd it is that he possesses them. His brilliant eyes are the writhing depths of flame, imitating the very yes his father bears. Their brilliant golden color almost has a firefly effect in certain lighting, as if his eyes really were glimmering gold or licks of flame and not mere oculars for the purpose of perception and observation. His hair -more like his father's but a combination of both parent's own- is a bright, strawberry blonde, with both red and golden streaks intertwined within. It is very soft like his mother's, but seems to have a mind of its own like his father's.
Iratian is a very serious and severe boy. He was never one to be happy or playful as such expressions were met with immediate chastisement. For most of his life, he was ordered to shut up and stay out of sight. He grew up knowing he was unwanted and unloved though he never fathomed why. His mother was close to him, as well as an old captain of the Solitude guard who helped teach him to sit a horse and wield a blade. But other than those two whom he seldom saw, he was alone. Alone, afraid, and confused. He always possessed a bright, passionate spirit. But after years of being shut down and discouraged, he eventually closed in on himself like a caterpillar wrapping itself away in a cocoon. It was his way of coping with the stress of his home, of shutting out the pain and the hate. He always carried himself proudly and spoke civilly. He became quite a picture perfect noble boy, but on the inside, he was anxious and angry.
Imperial
12
Sign of the Lady
Follows: Stendarr
Noble Child
Kin: Kopara T'rizen (father), Lady Vorethma Draconis (mother)
Iratian Draconis is the noble bastard son of the Lady Vorethma Draconis. He has fiery hair and brilliant eyes, complimentary of the father he never met. The only attributes he shares with his lady mother is her same, fair skin and gentle disposition. He's often despised and bullied by other children and some adults because of his bastard status. His mother was confronted privately about it, but word somehow spread and soon all of Solitude knew. She was absolutely humiliated, and her parents doubted she would ever find a husband. They tried to find Iratian's father, but the mysterious enigma had disappeared without a trace.
Iratian appears more Imperial than Dunmer. His fair skin is devoid of blemishes though has a tight quality. He's neither plush or soft, and is rather harder than he ever appears to be. Though he has no scars, he has been injured before and is not ignorant of the pain the world has to offer. When he was younger, he was beaten and bullied by other children till he crept home with bruises and blood dappling his gentle face and body. Advanced healers managed to repair the damage without any traces, but the memories are still there. Always will be. He is tall and thin, almost willowy of stature with the elvish grace that certain Dunmer assassins possess. He has both their quiet step and catlike poise. Despite being only one fourth Dunmer, he bears those fine qualities of theirs despite how odd it is that he possesses them. His brilliant eyes are the writhing depths of flame, imitating the very yes his father bears. Their brilliant golden color almost has a firefly effect in certain lighting, as if his eyes really were glimmering gold or licks of flame and not mere oculars for the purpose of perception and observation. His hair -more like his father's but a combination of both parent's own- is a bright, strawberry blonde, with both red and golden streaks intertwined within. It is very soft like his mother's, but seems to have a mind of its own like his father's.
Iratian is a very serious and severe boy. He was never one to be happy or playful as such expressions were met with immediate chastisement. For most of his life, he was ordered to shut up and stay out of sight. He grew up knowing he was unwanted and unloved though he never fathomed why. His mother was close to him, as well as an old captain of the Solitude guard who helped teach him to sit a horse and wield a blade. But other than those two whom he seldom saw, he was alone. Alone, afraid, and confused. He always possessed a bright, passionate spirit. But after years of being shut down and discouraged, he eventually closed in on himself like a caterpillar wrapping itself away in a cocoon. It was his way of coping with the stress of his home, of shutting out the pain and the hate. He always carried himself proudly and spoke civilly. He became quite a picture perfect noble boy, but on the inside, he was anxious and angry.