Ivar

𝞜𝙖𝙢𝙚: Ivar

𝞜𝙞𝙘𝙠𝒏𝙖𝙢𝙚: N/A

𝞐𝙜𝙚: 22 years

𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨: Human

𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚: 5’6

𝙇𝙖𝒏𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚: human, Dragon

𝙂𝙚𝒏𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝞠𝙧𝞸n𝞸un𝙨: Male/He/Him

𝞠𝙚𝙧𝙨𝞸𝒏𝙖𝞘𝙞𝙩𝙮: rough, grumpy (mainly only towards humanoids), ambivert, keeps to himself, tends to be more aggressive towards humans, especially those whom hate or hunt/hurt dragons of any kind. When it comes to non humanoid species, He can be pretty docile by default. any dragon like people will be respected, any humanoids that are only borderline human will be tolerated but on thin ice

𝞐𝙧𝙢𝞸𝙧/𝙘𝞘𝞸𝙩𝙝𝙞𝒏𝙜: sturdy wrapping cloth for hands and feet (doesn't like shoes), mossy green shirt with darker green pants, a cloak with false gold accents.

𝙑𝙖𝒏𝙞𝙩𝙮/𝙚𝘅𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨:

𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙥𝞸𝒏𝙨/𝙩𝞸𝞸𝞘𝙨: Titanus Storm (named after his late father)

𝞐𝙗𝙞𝞘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨/𝙎𝙠𝙞𝞘𝞘𝙨: minor control over lightning without the aid of his bow

𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙠𝒏𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨: Prone to getting electrocuted (if you poke him there's a high chance, he’ll get zapped lol), Motion Sickness (mainly when it comes to boats, ships, carts, wagons, etc. Horses are fine but he doesn’t like dealing with training a horse. He’s used to riding on the backs of dragons so that doesn’t bother him though)

𝙇𝞸𝙫𝙚𝙨(𝓞𝙥𝙩): his bow, his late adoptive father

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨(𝓞𝙥𝙩): Dragons! Wilds, meat, the gentle embrace of an incoming storm, 

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝞘𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨(𝓞𝙥𝙩): loud unnecessary noises, 

𝞖𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨(𝓞𝙥𝙩): Humans and dragon hunters/slayers. 

𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨(𝓞𝙥𝙩): death, being outlasted by dragons, breaking his bow even if it's not his fault but especially if it's his fault.

𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝞸𝙧𝙮: When Ivar was just a little boy (roughly 7 or 8 years old), Titanus, a metallic dragon that uses Lightning as his magic, found the boy wandering the forests the dragon called his home. The boy had scrapes and scratches and bruises galore. Titanus took pity on the child and took him in without question, whomever ever had this boy last could not be trusted to care for him any longer. Titanus named the boy Ivar, in an attempt to free the boy from the fear of whatever was his old name. Ivar was raised by the dragon up until the age of 17 years. Dragon hunters caught wind of a person being “held captive” by a large dragon. Titanus had gotten ambushed in the night and was able to get Ivar to leave before the hunters slew the dragon.  After a few nights, Ivar returned to what the hunters let remain, tough armored scales and the lingering magic of the dragon left behind. The den had been torn apart as they tried to find the boy to no avail. Ivar struggled for months with the death of his adoptive father but managed to convince himself that his father would have wished for him to move on, to survive. Ivar grabbed the scales from the body of his father (mainly the ones with the most magic left in them, and took them with him. Ivar had left to find a blacksmith or a fletcher to forge the scales and magic essence into that of a bow. The bow was made after a year of searching for one who was willing and wasn’t human or humanoid. 

few years later, now 22 years of age, Ivar had gotten pulled from his reality into the new environment. 

Ivar does sometimes talk to his bow as if it were his adoptive father but he knows that it will not respond. He keeps the bow with him at all times even when bathing. It's also very difficult to get the bow away from him even in his sleep. His grip is usually pretty strong when holding it.