Sye dus Draco
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Twenty-six summers ago little Sai was born to a courtesan in a brothel in Kugane, Hingashi; a little ball of dark scales contrasting sharply with his mother's own blonde horns and tail. The boy never cared how he stuck out between the Au Ri children – at least not until upon his eights summer a patron bought his mother's freedom and loyalty to take her as his wife and spirit away their little family to Garlean-ruled Doma. A Heavensturn passed and they were joined by a sand-scaled newborn, Sye's baby half-sister. A picturesque family if not for the boy and his dark features.
His relationship with his family only deteriorated from there. The only thing his stepfather Gozou and teenage Sye ever agreed on was for the sixteen-summer-old to leave home and join the Imperial Military. For Gozou it meant getting the unloved stepchild out of his hair, for Sye it meant independence and getting away from a country he never considered home in the first place. ...Not like he ever fit in well with the military, either. Strong-willed and stubborn with respect only for those he considers strong in one way or another Sye easily started fights with those recruited by force. More problematic even to this day is his tendency to bark up at superior officers however, including a somewhat infamous incident of him attacking a visiting Legatus overseeing the new recruits' training. A spontaneous stunt he surprisingly, if barely, survived even after being shot and cut down by the man's guards. To his luck and possible saving grace his rowdy nature and – to those born in the empire – exotic looks caught the fancy of his direct superior, Rhys quo Gilmera, who saw a lonely, influenceable youth in him. Just as the then-Centurio predicted Sye agreed to their affair easily enough: A willing pet in exchange for priviliges. Years of misbehavior eventually caught up with successful work on the battlefield and even Rhys' promotion to Pilus Prior and Sye found himself in a predicament of correctional processes and a personal file full of black marks. How much patience could the empire have with a Savage? In this hour of need an unexpected opening showed itself in the form of a job offer by a man named Soma mal Varmund. Suspicious though he was, at Rhys' urging Sye took on the job as the scientist's bodyguard alongside his personal secretary and his promise of power would he just volunteer as a guinea pig to the man's most secretive experiments. In turn of these events, Sye dus Draco, Doman Dragon, met with a mixture of until-then unknown freedom and an unbearably possessive master that takes him all over the world on the man's scientific whims.
Standing at seven fulms Sye is of average height for his kind, shoulders broad from daily sword practice on the slender-hipped build typical of his kind, skin tan and riddled with scars of countless battles and reckless sparring sessions. Most noticable is the loss of his left eye and the scarring that came with it, albeit usually covered under a piece of cloth or eyepatch. To the right, a gold-rimmed amber eyes peers out between long, messy strands of black hair, most of which are usually tied back into a ponytail (sometimes low, sometimes high)yet still sticking out every which way. While mostly Xaelan in looks upon closer inspection one would find his scales a paler shade than those of his steppe dwelling brethren; betraying his true descent.
Aspects That Stand Out:
A man who wears his title as savage like a badge of pride. For someone with an air of nonchalance whenever unengaged, Sye very quickly turns up the gears of annoyance when something (or someone) rubs him the wrong way. Which can be a lot of things. But truthfully, what it boils down to often is whining or half-assery. In his eyes the world is ruled by the strong. So bear your blade and raise it high if you want anything. If you're too weak to fight, pay someone to do it for you. Use your brain. Underhanded tactics. Seduction. All is fair in a dog-eat-dog world. Or accept your role and stop pitying yourself.
As for himself he pursues physical strength and the thrill of battle. Similarly he holds a great amount of admiration for the Empire's cruel crown prince – the kind of admiration that would get him killed in an ill-advised challenge if he ever had the chance to. And while he sees little need for mercy he would not blame those reaching their hands out to those in need as everyone is free to do what they will if they have the strength to enforce it. Not his deal if they decide to waste their time.
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