Micas's Family

Micas's biological family is unknown. She did, however, grow up with 9 dragonborn around her age, who were raised as siblings despite not being of the same scale color. An adult dragonborn, Isthasy, watched over them and taught them things they needed to know to survive. Micas is the youngest of the group. When she turned 5, Isthasy disappeared and the siblings went their separate ways. Their exact paths and current locations are unknown, but it is presumed they are alive.

While the group of 10 siblings were told nothing of their culture or history or biological family, the language spoken among them was Draconic. The group largely stayed to themselves away from any other societies, Isthasy occasionally looting travelers for some supplies they could not make like basic clothing, weapons, and cookware.

Each of the young dragonborn knew each other by their nest nicknames, given primarily by the eldest sibling. When they split ways, they started going by their more formal dragonborn names, which Isthasy had pre-selected for them. Some of the siblings changed to thinking of their siblings with their formal names, as a way of denying any notion of them being siblings.

Isthasy
Isthasy was the guardian of the 10 dragonborn. His scales were a muddy brown, unlike the pure colors of the younglings he presided over. He was distant and secretive, and taught Inkeserik to be the mother figure of the group so that he could be hands-off with the rest of them. By the time the 4th egg had hatched, Isthasy had little involvement in the hatchling's upbringing besides the assigning of their formal name. When Micas turned 5, he left, telling the young dragonborns only to stick together. His motives and purpose are unknown, and the siblings have not seen him since.

Inkeserik (Watcher)
The first to hatch, Inkeserik the green dragonborn enjoyed personal attention for a few months, and was taught how to care for and hatch all the other eggs and how to care for the newly hatched dragonborn. Inkeserik learned responsibility very quickly, and as soon as rules needed to be established, Isthasy told Inkeserik to establish them and enforce them. Inkeserik didn’t think of beatings as a consequence, and so established the norm of reduced food. More for the others who need to eat. Inkeserik was given names by Isthasy, but was told to give Klerdor his nickname. Inkeserik taught Klerdor to help, but Klerdor was never quite as enthusiastic. When Ombec came around, and seemed never to sleep, Klerdor left the problems to Inkeserik to solve, and all but abandoned his duties, which Inkeserik quickly had to get on top of, lest the eggs fail to hatch. Ombec became a great help, which Inkeserik was thankful for. Lalkec and Amutan hatched before long, and then Drenkor came along. That Drenkor took to Klerdor was concerning, but Klerdor’s negligent attitude prevented it from becoming a problem. By the time Myemphuurus, Yalruur, Farjeth, and Micas hatched, Inkeserik’s hands were full, and each received less individual attention than the last. Isthasy was hands-off all the while, and Inkeserik tried to step up and fill that role, but with 9 younger dragonborn to watch out for and teach, there was little that could be done. Inkeserik was worn down with all that responsibility, and never had the chance to enjoy youth and carefreeness. Isthasy initiated a daily hunt, and would teach a few novel skills here and there, but otherwise Inkeserik was the real caretaker.

When Isthasy left, Inkeserik panicked. Even if Isthasy did nothing, that security was vital. Isthasy told them all to stick together for their safety, at least for a while, but Inkeserik knew that several would strike out on their own immediately, too many to manage and keep together. Inkeserik pursued Isthasy, to try to get more answers, but Isthasy was nowhere to be found, and Inkeserik couldn’t retrace steps to find the others. Inkeserik set out alone. Since the wilderness was familiar, Inkeserik stayed there for a long while, before eventually meeting an adventurer who brought him to the city to seek work as a wilderness guide, or monster hunter. With the chance to have a new image, Inkeserik introduced himself as a male for the first time. Inkeserik met allies in this business, and very quickly developed a drinking problem. He can never decide how he feels about the others, drawn towards attachment and worry but feeling strongly like he should be distant and resentful. He has had consistent issues with attachment ever since.

Inkeserik could join any cause for the right price, and has stopped asking questions a while ago.

Klerdor (Frostbite)
The one thing silver dragonborn Klerdor most wanted was a father figure to look up to. With Inkeserik being a motherly type, this left only Isthasy, who was incredibly distant, rarely interacting with Klerdor. Since he hatched, Klerdor was always a biter and a fighter, roughhousing with Inkeserik and attempting to get Isthasy to roughhouse with him to no success. Bitterness, anger, and frustration grew very quickly in him, especially as he realized that he was asked to care for the eggs that would hatch only to split Inkeserik and Isthasy’s attentions away from him. This resentment was never addressed, and as soon as Ombec was old enough to start learning to care for the eggs, Klerdor shirked his duties. He gave up on trying to interact with Isthasy, and could only get his anger out in fighting or training his strength. The more furious he was, the harder he trained, but it was not enough to make him a more peaceful person. He came to enjoy the violence, and saw himself as better than all the others. His relationship with almost all the younger dragonborn was the same. He wrestled with them and fought them at every free moment. He enjoyed their cries of pain, though Inkeserik told the young ones that it was his way of showing affection. Klerdor denied it the first few times, but gave up and let them think whatever they wanted. Then, Drenkor hatched. Drenkor took a shining to Klerdor, and often followed him and mirrored him in his youngest years. Only after all the dragonborn had hatched did Klerdor finally turn around and tell Drenkor to stop, beating him up awfully while they were on a hunt and leaving him there to die. At camp, Inkeserik pressed him for where Drenkor was, and took Ombec to find him and save him. Klerdor never apologized, and was glad to finally have lost his shadow.

When Isthasy left, Klerdor saw Isthasy panic and leave, and left to strike out on his own. Being disliked by all the others, he was allowed to do so, but his leaving set a precedent, and the others followed his lead. Klerdor fearlessly wandered into a town, where he looked down on the residents and soon challenged them to send their strongest to fight him. With the aid of his breath weapon, Klerdor was victorious, and demanded the town provide for him. He was quickly bored, with drink and company, and so razed a building and left. He did similarly a few times, but became bored with meaningless destruction. He was not bored for long, as soon the county militia was dispatched to detain him. He killed them all, and continued on. Soon, he was put on the Kingdom’s bounty list, for skilled adventurers only. Klerdor finds it to be a fun game, and this has occupied him ever since.

Klerdor is not above joining any cause for compensation, or starting his own group of ruffians to cause trouble.

Ombec (Insomnia)
Gold dragonborn Ombec, like Klerdor before her, was taught how to care for the remaining dragonborn eggs, and the resulting hatchlings. She was more patient than Klerdor, and Inkeserik was glad for the help. Since she had hatched, Ombec had a strong tendency to stay awake until she physically couldn’t, and then sleep for a long period of time. It was a stressor for Inkeserik at first, but it quickly showed to be a pattern, and Ombec seemed to prefer it that way. While Inkeserik was the caretaker and Klerdor was the strength, Isthasy taught Ombec a lot of crafting skills, and she soon helped everyone stay stocked with the tools they needed. Ombec remembers Klerdor and Inkeserik most fundamentally from when they were still tame and functional, and so defended their decisions and Inkeserik’s rules. At Lalkec’s hatching, Ombec continued to lend Inkeserik a hand with caretaking tasks. That is, when she was awake. Her tendency to have long wake/sleep cycles continued, and only got worse as she became more capable and needed fewer naps. It was, at the very least, more predictable as she matured, and the most important things like moving camp were saved for when she was in a wake cycle. She saw the group's hunting and training as necessary, not fun. It was all about survival. She proved to be stubborn, and in the name of survival, what emotions she did have were quashed and hidden in favor of a more masculine heartlessness. All in the name of survival, she justified. Survival is its own end, which justifies any means. Her relationship with the younger dragonborn was never much noteworthy from her side of things, thanks to her general lacking of strong feelings. She picked up skills in medicine, among other things, and became the closest thing the group had to a healer or naturalist. Mostly, she did what Inkeserik needed her to do.

When Isthasy left, Inkeserik and Klerdor were the first to go separate ways. Ombec made the first group, with Lalkec, Amutan, and Myemphuurus. Together, they ventured through the wilderness for a long distance, before Amutan and Lalkec went their separate ways. With only Ombec, Myemphuurus was quick to follow suit. Ombec stayed away from cities, though learned to go into town on occasion. She would help people for money, but if they couldn’t pay, she would leave them to die. She came into work as a mercenary for a while, before a spat with a coworker turned into a dead coworker. She was chased out, and went back to selling her abilities as she traveled. Ombec is known for taking all sorts of jobs, from tending a field for a day to healing the sick to assassinating a ruler or an unfaithful lover. Her lawful ties are the laws of nature and survival, of life and death and the natural order of things. The one thing she will not sell is her body, which is the only possession of hers that truly matters to her.

Ombec would sell almost any service to anyone for a decent price. She takes pride in her wide variety of skills, and would make an excellent right hand henchman to someone, her fullest loyalty also being a commodity that can be bought.

Lalkec (Pettifog)
Lalkec was thankfully a mostly normal white dragonborn child. At first. As Lalkec matured, they began to shirk their duties with Amutan's help, in favor of staring at the stars. Lalkec wanted power, like breath weapons but more. The idea of magic, and it’s mere existence, was the subject of Lalkec’s fantasies. Hearing the white dragon’s wishes, a great Ancient One not unlike a Lovecraftian horror came into Lalkec’s dreams in the night to administer a test, and then offer power in exchange for a life of service. Lalkec quickly agreed, and the next hunt, tested the new powers. Lalkec quickly got a big head about it, and demanded everyone’s respect. Before, Lalkec was closest with Amutan, and the two were often playmates, when they had time. The two shared many of their doubts with the other, though kept them quiet from others. Lalkec’s obsession from the moment of the pact on was bonding with their patron and one day putting the world under their heel with their patron’s powers. With this change, Lalkec quickly became distant from Amutan, who grew worried. Lalkec insisted that, like their patron, “she” was above even gender itself, and insisted to everyone to be called they/them if pronouns must be used at all. It took a while, but eventually even dismissive Klerdor called Lalkec they/them.

When Isthasy left, Lalkec went with Ombec, Amutan, and Myemphuurus. As they traveled, faster and farther than ever before, Lalkec’s patron finally called them to service, and Lalkec left without hesitation to join their brethren in preparing a ritual to bring the Ancient One to the mortal plane. These peers were confused and startled at first at the young dragonborn, but it was obvious very quickly that they did share a patron, so Lalkec’s attitude was tolerated. They rose in the ranks and in reputation for their zeal, and have come to be a respected member of their cult. While Lalkec has a gender identity preference, they are often quick to be dismissive of others, out of their own self-importance. More an exception to this is their cult-mates, who do get at least the respect of their desired pronouns and name.

Lalkec and their cultish warlock peers will always be up to trouble, and will not shy away from releasing something dangerous into the world, or otherwise causing misfortune.

Amutan (Ardent)
Red dragonborn Amutan hatched within days of Lalkec, sooner than any other pair of siblings. As such, it was natural that they initially grew close. As their personalities began to emerge, Amutan took after Klerdor’s punishing definition of love, and often roughhoused with Lalkec. However, Lalkec was the more outspoken of the two, and as such, gained more access to attention and resources. Amutan quickly became resentful of this, and jealous. Because Lalkec often outshone him with boldness, even Lalkec did not notice that Amutan was most resentful of them. Amutan was largely questioning, though the lack of answers did not placate him. Since nothing and no one on the earth would give him answers, he often stayed up late and questioned the existence of some higher power, asking again and again for answers. Then, Lalkec was seemingly answered, with magical powers from and Ancient One. Amutan rejected all higher powers in his jealousy and resentment, only playing nice with Lalkec in order to avoid having his food taken away form him. Inside, his passions burned brighter than ever.

When Isthasy left, Amutan joined Ombec’s group with Lalkec and Myemphuurus. Lalkec was the first to leave, and Amutan stayed for a while, until a crossroads to a city. He made his departure. In the city, he quickly fell in with the wrong crowd, and a pursuit of likeminded individuals brought him to an underground order of atheistic Paladins, whose oath was to strike down anything they deem as different or impure, including things like halflings and drug users and anyone who worships some higher power. These are often reasonless distinctions, fueled by whatever opinions are conjured from the paladins’ heads. Here, Amutan finds himself some sort of brotherhood, with whom he is ready to ride and/or die.

Amutan and his cultish group of peers would make great inter- or intranational concerns, because of their rather discriminatory and problematic goals. Their targets can be anything, as long as some weak but overly passionate argument could be made by one of the paladins.

Drenkor (Shadow)
Contrary to what one might think when hearing his nickname, Drenkor is a blue dragonborn, not black. He is not the subtle or sneaky type. From the moment of his hatching, Drenkor became attached to Klerdor. Perhaps this is because he perceived Klerdor to be the most similar to his own color. Drenkor followed and imitated Klerdor, much to Klerdor’s annoyance. He took to strength and training, much like Klerdor did. In his admiration, he did not have the same rage behind him, though he emulated it. Klerdor never cared to teach him directly, leaving that to the others. Drenkor’s admiration blinded him for four years. Then, on a hunt, Klerdor had enough and beat him senseless. When Drenkor came to, it was to Inkeserik and Ombec treating his wounds, though the bridge of his nose was irreparably broken out of place. Drenkor was left with his busted ridge, a broken off horn, and a knee that acts up from time to time. For a while, his scales were in rough shape from Klerdor’s teeth and claws, but over time, they were replaced with undamaged scales. Drenkor learned his lesson, and refused to acknowledge Klerdor until he apologized. Klerdor never did, feeding Drenkor’s resentment and trust issues. Deep down, he still wants to be seen as strong, and as valued.

When Isthasy left, Drenkor watched as all his elders and Myemphuurus left. Drenkor went a short ways with Farjeth, but Farjeth didn’t make for the best company, so the two quickly parted ways. Drenkor found his way to a Goliath tribe, and found their constant striving for strength admirable. He stayed to train with them for a while, before disagreements on the importance of rules and traditions became too much to overcome. Drenkor struck out on his own again. A group of slave traders attempted to capture him, but he escaped. When he demanded information on where they were going, he took their captives and delivered them to their destination, an underground fighting ring. The leader was curious by Drenkor completing the delivery, and invited him to join them in some way. Drenkor agreed to do some jobs, and to participate in some fights. With them, Drenkor gained a group of fans, who praised him for his strength and natural advantages in fights. This attention fed Drenkor's ego, and he is more than happy to stay there, come what may.

Drenkor is content to be a thug for a criminal group, a bruiser, punisher, or enforcer. As long as he feels important and like his strength is recognized for his ego, he’ll stay put regardless of what immorality he may be asked to do.

Myemphuurus (Trickster)
By the time of the 7th hatched dragonborn sibling, Inkeserik had given up on teaching the young to care for the next sibling. As such, attention and care was at a premium. Copper dragonborn Myemphuurus’s closest siblings older than her had their preoccupations with other siblings, and the eldest three had little interest in giving special attention. Myemphuurus only got attention when she showed bad behavior, so she found joy in causing mischief. Slip a frog or snake into someone’s favorite sleeping spot, sneak food from someone else’s plate, make a loud noise to distract someone when they’re doing something focused… When the younger dragonborn started maturing, stealing away what attention Myemphuurus got, they became her favorite targets. Yalruur and Farjeth seemed dull, but then came Micas. Always so distracted, and so trusting. Those wide eyes, delightful when showing fear. Myemphuurus got away with it often, but had gotten caught so many times that she was being denied whole meals. Easily the most lean of the group as a result, Myemphuurus knew she was lacking in survival skills in comparison, and so turned her focus on manipulating her siblings into helping her. They did, especially naïve Micas.

When Isthasy left, Myemphuurus went with the largest group that formed, with Ombec, Lalkec, and Amutan. She mooched off them when she could, keeping her pranks a bit more toned down. Lalkec and Amutan went their own ways. Myemphuurus wanted more than just Ombec, she wanted more. She wanted to find her glory, and so went on her own way. She journeyed for a while, and then ran into a spot of trouble when she entered a town for the first time. A middle-aged traveling bard came to her rescue with a wink and a smile, using his charisma to convince the people that Myemphuurus had not done what she had done. The bard let Myemphuurus travel with him, and taught her the ways of a bard. Their relationship crossed into an inappropriate one. Despite his teaching, Myemphuurus never quite showed that spark for performance on a stage. Her aptitude for lying was admirable, but that artistic spark was never there. A disagreement led to Myemphuurus killing her mentor, and continuing on her way. She ran cons in every town she could, to get others to give her things or provide for her. For a brief while, she joined a group of adventurers, but her strong lack of trust in them got her thrown out of the group. Myemphuurus went back to her cons, getting in on a few big heists with some thieves, but never attaching herself to a group for more than a few jobs.

Myemphuurus may get into trouble with an ambitious con, and is likely to be wanted in multiple cities or countries for these crimes. Her only strength is her charisma, so there is a nonzero chance she could already have been caught.

Yalruur (Deserter)
Bronze dragonborn Yalruur, of all the younglings, was the most apt to wander off. He gave Inkeserik quite a bit of trouble, especially on top of all the others’ doings. Yalruur would often use others’ misdemeanors to cover him slipping away. He never got far, and Ombec soon kept an eye on him. Not even this stopped Yalruur, and he schemed to line up his escape attempts with when Ombec was asleep. Nothing was quite successful, but attempted escape was not enough to earn him any half-meals. He never took a shining to anyone, and amidst all the chaos of the young leading the younger, he longed only to leave. As they grew older, he came to see everyone as a bother, a curse that needed to be overcome. He attempted escape less, biding his time for a great escape to finally succeed. He finally attempted it when he was 3, but everyone came running after him to chase him down. His legs were broken by Lalkec and Ombec to prevent his escape, and discourage another attempt. Yalruur ran no more, but cursed every day he woke up and everyone was still alive. The only one he didn’t mind as much was Micas, who he pitied for being mentally slow. He noticed that her eyes were always a little unfocused, and that she was oblivious to most of what was happening around her. His pity was not enough to form an attachment, however.

When Isthasy left, Yalruur waited. When it was clear that everyone would be splitting their separate ways, he turned and left without saying goodbye. He kept traveling on and on, enjoying his isolation at last. He was content to stay away from cities, preferring to not be around other beings. He talked to himself a lot, and began to lose some of his grip on reality what with the isolation. When he crossed paths with a traveling wizard, he panicked and killed them. When the dust had settled, he looted the body for anything helpful, and came across his spellbook. Yalruur took some time here and there to study it, finding it grounding. With a lot of dedicated time, the arcane magic came to him, and enabled him to decipher the spellbook. Little by little, Yalruur learned them. He never went into the cities though, and has planned to kill any other magic users he sees to take their spellbooks and things to keep learning.

Yalruur is not likely to stray into cities, but may make a good highwayman as he searches for his next arcane preoccupation. Additionally, his haphazard testing of spells in the wilderness may cause some problems for the nearest residences.

Farjeth (Vantage)
Farjeth the black dragonborn had the unusual childhood patience to watch the others and see how things work before deciding what to do. She saw that leaving was punished, how tricks were punished, how getting too close like Drenkor or Amutan would lead to betrayal… everything in her eyes looked like pain. Farjeth chose the only thing that seemed safe. Be unreadable. Look out for yourself, by letting others project onto you. Stay in your lane, don’t get caught. Yet, beneath the surface, she remembered every slight, and held onto each little thing as a festering grudge. Someday, she told herself, she would get revenge. But not now. Not yet. The time will come, one day. The one kick she did get, the one outlet, the one power trip and feeling of control, came from tormenting Micas. As soon as she was old enough, Farjeth would watch for when Micas wandered off after a small critter, and make a point of capturing it and killing it in front of her, just to see the horror in her eyes. Death is part of the world, she’d say, Micas has seen their hunted creatures killed loads of times, this is no different. When the others started noticing her behavior, Farjeth pursued her cruelty on her own, crushing or torturing unintelligent creatures, muttering her hatred for her siblings and spitting her acid breath to watch them choke.

When Isthasy left, Farjeth was hailed by Drenkor to travel together, but the two were oil and water, and parted ways on mutual agreement. Farjeth was relieved to be free of Drenkor, and stormed away in pursuit of power. She did not care where she went, but ended up in a port full of crime. An attempted robbery on her backfired, and she quickly gathered an organization of lesser criminals under her. When a group of pirates tried to loot the port, she bent them to her will, and seized control of their ship. The pirating life was dull, however, and she left them when they reached land in a larger port. There, she was quick to form a new criminal organization, and earn a reputation. A few adventurers were hired to try to get rid of her, but she killed them and redoubled her reign of fear over the port city. The few resistors there were to her regime were killed without hesitation, and the fear redoubled. She has eyes and ears everywhere, they say. She’ll know if you even think about putting up a fight or hiring someone to do the same. Farjeth looks forward to a day when one of her siblings crosses into her territory, so she can kill them.

Farjeth would make a good leader to a criminal organization, like a Mafia. She is young, but a cruel and twisted dragon who takes no prisoners. She’d be a natural enemy of the state, and of the common person.

Micas (Butterfly)
The youngest of them all, bronze dragonborn Micas received the least direct attention of Inkeserik, who was relieved that all the eggs in their care had hatched. By the time Micas came along, infighting was not uncommon, and relations between them all were almost always strained. Inkeserik was tired so often, and strained in keeping everyone cared for. Isthasy was extremely distant and uninvolved. Klerdor was aggressive, Ombec was a 50/50 shot at being awake with everyone else, Lalkec and Amutan were often together and involved in their own issues, Drenkor was preoccupied with Klerdor, Myemphuurus was misbehaving intentionally to get attention, Yalruur had no interest in the others, and interacting with Farjeth brought nothing but cruelty. Micas was barely there, yes, and often oblivious of what was going on… but was it really because of a mental disability or illness, or was it her brain rejecting her surroundings for her protection? Being present meant being tricked or otherwise tortured. Being present meant engaging with the cruelty of her siblings, her family. By spacing out, however, it all became easier. Her family, the only people she knew at the time, could be the good people she wanted to believe they were. This quickly became Micas’s way of coping with harsh realities that she didn’t want to see or accept. Selective ignorance.

When Isthasy left and Inkeserik pursued him, all the others seemed to agree that Micas was a liability. She had been taught to hunt and survive like the rest of them, but her tendency to space out meant she could get lost, or walk into a trap, or not realize a danger. As groups formed naturally, Micas was ignored. Not like she pestered to be included. She began to follow, but was told to stay behind, so she did. She stayed in that spot for a bit, but realized no one was coming back, and so set out on her own. She wandered, mostly, at her own pace. She did alright surviving on her own for a while. Then, she came across the halfling farm, where she acted as a scary guard dragon, fighting off intruders and protecting both crop and family. The halflings taught Micas parts of their trade; farming, extracting, and refining drugs; and the ways of their faith to Yeeeee. Micas got paid in a place to stay, and found her new family to be kind and warm. She was no child to them, though, and when they had their own, Micas offered to help care for their child by taking on some more responsibility. She was at the farm for nearly 6 years in total. When Elven Rangers passed by, Micas took the chance to go with them, and learned the ways of ranging as she traveled with them for a while. By the time Micas turned 20, she had found herself, her curiosity, the questions she wanted to pursue. One of the Rangers told Micas about a nephew who graduated from Wir Academy as part of it's first graduate set. The chance to pursue research into magical creatures, dragonborn, dragons, her heritage, her siblings… Doing research and adventuring could be a great avenue for finding some of these answers. Thus she sought out Wir Academy, learned of it's WAP program, and became a student.

Micas has the advantage of thinking her siblings were decent people, despite being horribly wrong. She arguably turned out the most stable through her selective ignorance, and has learned the warmth of love and care that none of her siblings have had. While finding her siblings is not a priority, she will take any opportunity to see them. Though Micas’s morals are not well thought-out convictions, she will still try to bond with her siblings and get them out of such dangerous and problematic work.