The Mythkin

General Information;

The mythkin is an ancient species of dragonhunter created through a strange ritual of dragon's blood and human bone. They are very graceful, and tend more towards metallic shades in their long hair and eyes. They are gifted warriors with the bow and arrow, knives, and swords, as well as other weapons. They are blessed with enhanced senses and abilities that allow them to rival their prey of choice with relative ease. Mythkin do not mate, but are able to choose pairbonds for love alone.

Statistics;

Name:: Mythkin

Average Lifespan:: Immortal

Average Height:: 6 feet

Average Weight:: 200 pounds

Location Found:: Felnova & Millirand.

*all statistics based on averages; extremes in any direction, or found in odd locations, are always allowed.

Notes;

Birth Mythkin are born in a sacred ritual that combines the blood of a dragon, the bones of a human, and molten Mythmetal, a metal that the most gifted Mythkin can refine from the earth as particles of it exist in most magic-saturated locations. To renew this ritual and avoid turning into a metal statue or simple death, Mythkin must, once a fortnight, drink dragon blood and consume human bone.

Names and Clans All Mythkin, unless outcasts, belong to one of three clans: Lightshatter, Nightstriker, and Fellblade. There are a few smaller clans, but these are looked down upon and were generally created by outcasts of the main clans. Mythkin names follow the format: "clan name" vi{female}/vo{male} "personal last name" "first name". For example, Lightshatter vi Nairien Faelle.

Credits;

Species info credited to Darkeh and Skyeh.

In-Depth Information;

Appearance Mythkin are generally graceful in appearance, whether male or female, with lean muscles - this is a warlike race, after all. Their hair and eye colors tend to be metallic shades, such as silver-blue, silver-emerald, or the like. Both genders wear their hair long. The eye color will normally match the hair color, with perhaps a few shades` difference. All Mythkin also have distinctive tattoo-like markings down both arms, across the upper back, and on the back of the neck and hands. These markings are warmer colors such as rose and gold for females, and cool colors such as aqua or jade-green for males. Occasionally a Mythkin with have a "switched" color, but it does not happen often. Skin colors are normally from very pale to slightly tanned.

Culture Mythkin do not mate, nor do they choose lovers, as they are "born" like no other race. However, they do choose a pairbond if they do fall in love; this pairbond is scandalous if outside their own clan, especially outside the Mythkin race. The pairbond partners live and fight together, supporting each other with undying loyalty, even after one is killed or dies. Mythkin are a race naturally suspicious of other species, the "nature-born" species as they call them. Most are firmly neutral, only doing what is best for their kind, but there are rare exceptions. Mythkin are masters of war, and young are taught from the earliest age to fight. When a child is "born", it is assigned a pairbond that effectively become its parents, teaching it the ways of the race and the ways of war.

Abilities Gifted warriors, this race excels in the use of bow and arrow, knives, swords, darts, spears, hammers, maces, halberds - basically any weapon at all. Mythkin are naturally incredibly gifted with metalworking and smithing; all use weapons that they make themselves as per tradition; a Mythkin who cannot metalwork is looked down upon. The most gifted of Mythkin, the oldest, can actually turn pure element or a few other materials into metal sculptures for a limited amount of time. All Mythkin have two animal forms, though neither can have the ability to fly. Mythkin cannot use elemental magic, though some of the talented ones can animate metal and metal-based objects such as statues, though this takes massive amounts of energy the larger the object is. This race is blessed with supernatural speed, endurance, and strength, as well as enhanced senses - the gifts humans most covet.

Species Origin;

Creation Year: 7084. Realm of Origin: Felnova.

Little more than five hundred years passed before Gurthril and Lithmor managed to escape their prisons. While Lithmor secluded himself in a secret place for well over a century, Gurthril ran rampant for more than thirty years, her vanity not permitting her to hide her beauty away. Instead, she indulged herself as she spread chaos upon the Realm, taking revenge upon those who dared to seal her beauty away in a prison where she could not be seen and marveled at.

Near the end of her rampage, only a few years before she was sealed away once more, Gurthril decided to forge a new race of warriors for herself. She had seen the ogres Lithmor had crafted, and though she wouldn’t deny they were strong, fierce warriors, they were hideous to behold, overly muscled and lacking in even the slightest grace.

No, nothing so hideous would do for her personal warriors. She considered altering elves to suit her purposes,but, ultimately, she decided against it. Instead, she would craft something entirely different. She gathered the bones of a man long dead and buried, and formed a deep basin out of the rare mythmetal that so rarely fell from the heavens, lighting the sky with a bright, but brief, splendor. To her delight, the man had been someone of some import, for he was buried with weapons made of mythril, and a pure chunk of unrefined mythmetal. It seemed only fitting to her that the first of her creations would be born from the bones of someone of note. These she placed within the basin, then, very delicately, she pricked a forepaw with one slender claw, drawing forth a single drop of her own blood.

She deposited it within the basin, then began a powerful incantation. The kv’naer words rolled forth from her tongue, and the contents of the basin combined with one another, and took on a humanoid shape, tall and slender, but lithely muscular. As the dark goddess’ incantation continued, the first mythkin drew first one breath, then another as it began to stir to life. Eventually, as Gurthril fell silent, and the words of her incantation ceased echoing, the mythkin’s eyes opened.

Pleased with her new creation’s appearance, Gurthril gave unto the first mythkin the secret ritual needed to create more of its kind, though the ritual wouldn’t require as much power as she herself had expended to create the first. Not since the species was now in existence. She likewise implanted an instinctive understanding of all weapons and how to use and forge them, and bestowed great speed, strength, and reflexes upon her creation, together with greatly enhanced senses. Lastly, she bestowed upon the first mythkin the knowledge and power to forge the rare mythmetal into weapons and armor. The mythmetal would answer to the touch of the mythkin like it would to no other.

However, before she could make much use of her creations, she was resealed, and the mythkin were left to forge their own destiny since Gurthril, in her arrogant vanity, hadn’t thought to condition their minds to remain loyal even without her presence. Though they were forced to consume human bone and dragon blood to sustain themselves, most harbored no particular animosity towards either, though it was hard for them to fully trust ‘nature-born’ creatures, as the mythkin called other races. Many simply did what they did to survive.

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Name: N/A. Location: N/A. Status: Dead.

This Ancient First was a mythkin of beautiful stature and shining silver hair. Enchanted by the sight of Gurthril, he longed to recreate her beauty in statues wrought of precious metals. He was, however, prone to fits of uncontrollable rage, and often destroyed his masterpieces before obsessively beginning anew.