Tariskel

     To the common world, Tariskel is known as the Spirit of the Wilds. This figure is a deity of nature and the world, of earth and life all fall under its domain. Ostensibly this deity is a good natured guider and protector of all that lives, putting them on the path and teaching them in the ways of their life, and life energy that is magic. Held as a powerful figure with sway over death and the pulse of the world, this is the figure who Tariskel impersonates. He has successfully held its place for much longer than even the longest lived weathered aged elf could say on his deathbed, and such an elf would whole heartedly argue that the Spirit of the Wilds was as true a deity as that of the sun. The proverb, "A strong dragon can feed himself by paw and intimidation alone, but a wise dragon can stay safe with food aplenty a lifetime by cunning and intrigue." fits this dragon very well.

     He lives at the base of the tallest mountain in a long range of grand mountains, within the deepest cavern recesses that are like a citadel. In this place he has established his hoard around a natural point of powerful magic ley lines, and as access to it he established a grueling magical labyrinth. These sets of shifting almost living tunnels comprise the vast majority of the deep underground of the continent, leading to many places and many dead ends, and are patrolled by golems of his own creation that seek to subdue or bring back any who fall within its grasp. The caves are not large enough for he himself to pass through. Instead they are crafted such that adventurers, heroes, thieves, zealots, and all else can travel within without much difficulty regardless of their species their twisting maze like depths. There are rumors of the mountain splitting in half and parting a chasm exactly as to his measurements so he can enter and leave at his will, knitting closed after he departs or enters fully - and yet these rumors are in the same vein as those of the great dinosaur of the lake, the great ape of the forest: laughed off as pure ridicule. Those who have met with him in this place and lived to tell the tale could not tell you that it was truly a dragon with which they met. Those more frequent folk who learned of who the dragon behind the mask was quickly learned their folly at his maw and stomach, or through other much worse fates.

     The most obvious example of his magical power comes in when any manage to stumble their way through the labyrinth to its one true end within the foyer to his grand palace of a cave. He sheathes his entire body in the cutting flow of blue magic that is said to represent the Spirit of the Wilds, and using spatial transformative magic he matches his size to that of whomever approaches him. Using the illusive power of such pure flowing magic, he bends the light and air around him to represent a mirror of whatever species and race approaches him. Thus any who stumble upon his cave run across what looks to be a purely magical spirit, taking advantage of egotistical tendencies of each to assume that the spirit would take their species' form. Like this, he greets any who successfully navigate the treacherous passage way of the enchanted caverns of his own design. He asks two tributes from those of such great willpower: One artifact of magical power grand in design, and one unique piece of knowledge to they that would seek to learn from the great spirit. Failing either always ends poorly, and often the latter is based solely on a twisted intellect whose knowledge cannot be surpassed by a lowly mortal's. Succeeding both allows an audience with the Spirit or the magic ley line it guards, but one who makes it this far would be wise to ask little more than one of a powerful deity without proper contribution.

     At this point one often wonders why the dragon chooses to do things the way he does. Why leave a perfect entrance for invaders of any sort to stumble across his home, rather than relax in solitude in a place in which one can remain without worry of attack or theft or all else? The answer is easily summed up in one word: Power. Tariskel has spent countless lifetimes inviting only the most worthy through his labyrinth under the pretense of meeting the Spirit of the Wilds to reveal only those of any worth. Mental or physical strength, only the truest ever have a chance of making it to the end of this place, and those people have power. The tribute that it is wildly held the Spirit asks for are two contributions of power that remove this person from its list: one of magical strength and energy to add to his hoard, and one of a contribution of a portion of their best knowledge. If either is lacking, based on his own definition of lacking, he'll take everything from them instead. Devour them whole, engulf and siphon their energy into crystalline structures created by his own power they then contribute to his hoard with everything they had to give in life. Such is the fate of all whom he deems unworthy - including those who fall simply to the labyrinth itself. Though occasionally a sentient can be deemed to be of too little worth to even go so far as to devour their lifeforce and energy, and those do not get the questionable mercy of a slow end but instead a quick one at his jaws and gullet. Regardless of which category you fall into, he makes it a point to reveal his true form. One last gift to the fallen the peerless gaze of golden gaunt power - but not only that, he retains his shortened stature to entirely enjoy his prey in every capacity that his body can, rather than how little it would to his full unaltered form.

This character is designed to be a purely dominant force in a scene, to take control and maintain it regardless of what the other character might try to do. The end might be a foregone conclusion in this case, but the fun comes from journeying together to the ultimate destination. Whether that's classic digestion or something a bit more off the beaten path is entirely up to the characters involved! For casual encounters, it's safe to assume that his height is that of a few feet taller than the character you are playing as currently. This will likely stay the case unless we have discussed otherwise!

Some things to keep in mind are: He'll likely take have his way as predator and move things along the path he decides. If there's something we did not explicitly outline in the pre-scene talking, you're in his hands for it all. Keep in mind that any non-consensual play, whether it be vore or sexual or even teasing will only happen so long as it's been cleared explicitly between us both beforehand!
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Though this character is intended to be incredibly powerful, ancient and wise and all - I have no intention of simply god-moding his actions. Everything he says or does offers room for a reply and reaction of your own design, however little room there is. Be aware that there are some things that cannot be feasibly dodged or avoided - in the maw, one cannot simply roll out of the way of gravity or tongue to avoid a swallow! Such things are the only things that I will assume that occur to your character regardless, and never will there be imposed upon them demeanor, reactions squirmy or otherwise, or anything else of a nature that the predator has no control over.
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Regarding colors of chat: They're probably meaningless, and I'll likely default to the regular gold, but these are their intended uses to determine his mood or stance.
Bright Gold: OoC.
Deep Gold: IC
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