A lot was happening at once for Thermidor's first outing, unaware of the magnitude of the wager he'd made to assure his membership in the guild, but it was rapidly being made clear now. His body ached with the effects of the poison quietly working within him, but his steely will had yet to be pushed hard enough, however he still was dependent on his physical resilience to stay with him if he meant to continue fighting. The grotesque display of Ace being simply eaten was only one of many dire concerns the knight had as his companion's time magic was used against them, leading to the loss of the floor.

A chill beyond what the waters that crashed around him could express nearly took him. The instant he was submerged he thought he'd been played an endgame for certain, sinking doubtlessly to the floor of the underground lake with no idea of how to escape...

A more physical chill however made itself known as a thunderous roar sounded from Hiver as the water around them was frozen and utterly shattered, to only then be consumed. For many reasons Thermidor found his head spinning, but he had to get himself back into the fight! It hurt to move, but for now he didn't care; whipping his sword out to his side and slightly behind himself as he ducked into a dangerously low-angled dash given his equipment weight, shield poised up front to defend himself and assure his successful approach. With his eyes on target, Thermidor had no intent of meeting the monster's eyes, additionally privileged to a low field of view behind his narrow eye slits of his helmet, plowing headlong towards the writhing mass Ace had become in the snake's body as storm winds raged around the charging knight. He was the last man in motion it seemed, and he could only hope to make it count.

"BLACK IRON BULLET!"

Thermidor's voice bellowed like the crash of thunder, wickedly fierce gale winds practically exploding out from behind him as the knight was thrown into the air at a low trajectory at blistering speeds. His move was totally reckless, but in his efforts he would try and slash at the snake under the lump Ace was forming to hopefully grant him freedom with a large enough wound to slip out of, if he didn't just end up hacking a whole section of her lower end off should his strike be true. He was betting it all on one shot, his team needed a chance to retaliate even if he served as nothing more than a distraction.

Thermidor Waited for Lance to take their share of the elements before simply giving a nod to Ace in response to his suggestion to get it while he still could, the knight's hand outstretching as the twisting gale snaked around his arm and began to funnel into his helmet as he consumed it. The wind softly whistled through the holes of his helmet as the last of it was quickly devoured, now turning to face the disturbance in the water nearby as he carefully unsheathed his blade, a noticeable breeze twisting around the knight as he did so, not quite entering a ready stance, his blade held at his side for now, reaching over his shoulder with his left arm to retrieve his shield.

Whatever was coming, he was ready for it, or so he hoped.

Thermidor's expressionless steel guise hid the momentary disappointment on his face as he was informed of the passing of the guildmaster, about to wonder if he'd need to travel to another guild before Ace picked up from that pause in their statement. His body language shifted from defeat to utter liveliness again as the knight was offered a mission right away, and guaranteed acceptance for success at that! His attention however was shifted to Allianna when she greeted him, noticing her extended hand as his own ironclad one took hold of hers. His grip was certainly strong, but no overbearingly so, giving a single, professional, shake. "I'm Thermidor, and I've come to make a new life here working at this guild. Might I ask your names as well?" he replied, starting to take his hand back, long chainmail sleeve jingling as it swayed until his arm was returned to his side.

"I'd be more than willing to join you on your quest." he added, his helm turning towards Ace again. "I'm also no stranger to trial by fire." That was about when Lance chimed in, the knight looking between them and his sword as it was described as "cool", the heavily armored figure almost appearing confused at first, rusty on his slang until he simply replied with, "Thanks." as he stepped towards the group, now within the boundaries of the spell circle at everyone's feet. As far as he knew, taking an S rank mission couldn't have been any worse than fighting a dragon with no prior experience, and now he had help to boot.

General
Name: Thermidor
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Storm Dragon Slayer

Appearance: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/nuz73v2ijsnky55/AADZTCwkDLJSoRamCgApObY6a?dl=0

History: There was a village tucked deep in the shadows of a valley, hidden away from the sunlight by an ever-rumbling storm. Thick clouds swept every inch of land in chilling rains as days passed in imprisoning darkness; its people threatened by the great storm dragon that owned these mountains. It was this village where Thermidor was born. In his life, he grew accustomed to the dim surroundings of his home and the ever-present rainfall that hammered at windows and rooftops alike. Thunder and lightning rumbled and **** overhead, such sounds becoming the norm for him, but one sound unlike any other he'd heard before shook the child. The piercing cry of the dragon, to which even the most terrible storm fell silent...

That sound engraved itself into Thermidor's mind, unforgettable, and terrible as it was. Lesser rainy days were spent outside, working with his father to grow food against the most impossible of elements. Plants either drowned or were torn apart by violent winds, and livestock often died of illness or were stolen away by the dragon itself. Conditions were poor, but Thermidor became physically resilient as a result. As years passed and he reached the beginnings of his adulthood, his fear of the Dragon had slowly boiled into hate, brewing a great storm of his own in silence. In his growing years, he'd heard bits of heresay of godlike warriors known as Dragon slayers, wielders of immense power who fought against the likes of the beast that loomed over them hidden by dark clouds, toying with their fate. Fantasies of slaying the dragon of the storm had since rooted themselves in Thermidor's head, which only further fueled his desire to destroy the creature.

A day came to Thermidor when something strange met his eyes while working outside. Something he'd never seen before. A single, fragile ray of sunlight cast between the clouds, illuminating but the tiniest spot of land, just large enough to cover his palm as he reached curiously into it. His fairly pale skin took quickly to the comforting warmth, the feeling was nearly indescribable to him. Peering up at the slightest crack in the dim sky to the golden and radiant light that had reached down to touch him. It was liberating. However his respite was met with opposition as a shadow momentarily blotted out the sun, and the cry of the storm dragon echoed through the skies. The little spot of light growing dimmer as clouds began to fill in the space they had missed.

Desperately he gazed up at the sky, hands outstretched as if to try and hold on to the light as it faded away, hysterically grasping at the sunlight's incorporeal form before it was swallowed up again. Tears came to the young man's eyes, torn between his hate for the dragon and the despair of losing his only glimpse beyond those heavy rainclouds. So long he had sat beneath a darkened sky, a great and mournful cry of his own rising out of him as his rage found it's peak, falling to his knees and slamming his fists into the muddy earth. His silvery hair fell over his face as his moon-like eyes were lost in the shadows, breathing heavily as the relative silence returned, all but the rain and rumble of thunder overhead dared utter a sound, the other villagers watching in fear and curiosity, before another cry of the dragon sounded, only to be followed by an unusual rumbling, all manner of racket rising in the distance... sounds of a conflict.

Thermidor rose to his feet again, as curious as anyone else about the sounds overhead, hidden by the storm that had forever plagued them. Hearts raced, and time stood still as no-one could determine what was happening, minutes passing like hours. Suddenly there was another part in the clouds. Had it been defeated? A massive impact made itself known in the center of the village, debris scattering all around. To the waking horror of many, it was not the dragon, but the knight who had challenged it, thrown from the sky, as if to warn the village of daring to oppose the dragon. People ran and some flew into a panic, but Thermidor stood his ground, his fists slowly balling up, brow quivering with fury. He'd had more than enough of this, approaching the motionless form of the armored man, looking over him with a slight hesitation. He could see the fighter's sword still firmly in his grasp, and nervously he leaned over, hand reaching for the weapon. He swallowed, his fingers wrapping around the weapon's hilt as he began to try and pry it loose until...

"THERMIDOR!" the voice bellowed angrily, causing the young man to jump slightly, whirling around all at once, sword now in hand. "What the HELL are you doing!?" it was his father. He was silent for a moment, backing away slightly as his father approached him, pointing the sword out ahead of himself in hopes to deter his father's persistence. "Father, stop!" he shouted, "I've had enough of this! Look at us!" Thermidor glared back into his father's eyes, but he held no hate for him, but his anger was quite clear. "We've been toys to this monster long enough. For the first time today I saw the sun, all of us did! There's a better world out there for us..." Silence fell between them momentarily, his father's anger seeming to cave in as tears began to stream down the older man's face, attempting to approach once more, "Please..." his father struggled with his emotions, it was shocking to see the hardy old man like this. "Son." he came close enough to place his hands on Thermidor's shoulders, looking him in the eyes, something besides fear seemed to shimmer beneath his tear filled gaze. "What will you do? You've never held a sword in your life. You expect to run up to the summit and fight a dragon?" his father's eyes searched him, Thermidor didn't seem to budge. "I'd rather die knowing I defied that putrid beast than crumble away in silence down here." he replied, his own tears now burning his eyes as they fell over his cheeks, but his expression remained stern.

The two could only stare at one another for a time, his father's hands tightening slightly on his shoulders before he suddenly pulled his son into an embrace. "I can't stop you..." he spoke quietly, slowly pushing up and away from Thermidor again, his hands falling from his shoulders. "I know there's only one place you could get that kind of unreal determination from." he tried to smile, eyes closing, tears still mixing with the endless rain on his face. "But I don't want to lose you." he said weakly, a frown quickly returning to his face as it screwed up with pain. "Father." Thermidor's voice was firm, but his tone was understanding. "I'm not saying goodbye." he stepped back slightly bringing the sword up into view, actually getting a good look at it now, a single edged curved sword, it seemed to be some manner of scimitar, graceful, if perhaps a little plain.

"I'll kill that beast." was the last thing Thermidor said before he began to walk past his father, to start that long, long trip up the mountain. Some moved out of his way, others protested, but Thermidor paid them no mind, it was already decided. Traveling up the mountain was lonesome and perilous, the thick clouds shrouding him in a deep and treacherous fog as he climbed higher, threatened by strikes of lightning and winds that lashed and whipped at him with merciless force. It was only by that steely will and his entire life's worth of living in this dreaded storm that he pushed on. He didn't even know that his climb had been overnight, something unstoppable seemed to drive him from within, armed only with the fallen knight's sword, and his simple clothes which were quickly becoming tatters against the elements.

Breaking through to the top, he brought his hand up to shield his eyes against something he'd never truly experienced before. The full unbridled glory of the sunrise shone brightly over his form, the young man's shape breaking the sunlight into little animate beams around himself as he beheld it's spectacular visage. There was nothing like it he'd ever seen in his life. He held his arms out to his sides, basking in it's warm and radiant body, almost as if to embrace it.

But this serenity did not last long.

Crashing down before him was the only thing that ever truly brought him fear, the Storm Dragon. It's massive form blotted out the sunlight as it stretched it's wings out in full before unleashing a deafening cry, Thermidor could feel himself shaking, brandishing his sword as he let out his own bellowing warcry, this was it, there was no turning back now. He did the only thing he could think of doing and ran headlong towards the dragon, sword held high to strike, he had never fought anything in his life, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. There was a sudden rush of wind that did however stop him as it swept up and under him, flinging him into the air. The dragon quickly snatched him into it's grip, Thermidor lost in a frenzy of panic and bloodlust, he hadn't even hit it once! He writhed and screamed in it's grip as it brought him closer, it's maw opening. It was going to eat him! Was it over already? With a desperate cry he somehow shifted himself hard enough to free his weapon arm, stabbing wildly at the creatures face until something seemed to give.

Another piercing shriek left the dragon. Thermidor had managed to stab the sword into the creature's eye. It was gruesome but it was a head start, the dragon grabbing at its own face in horror as it left the lone fighter dangling from his weapon which was firmly planted in it's eye socket. He quickly pulled himself up, tearing his weapon free, resulting in another agonized scream from the dragon. His ears were ringing, heart pounding, and he had no real plan of attack, all he could do was keep swinging! Thermidor slashed with reckless abandon at the dragon's head to lesser effect on it's hide, the whole thing rearing back as it tried to take off with him on it still, his free hand looking for anything he could grab on to as he slid perilously down it's back before he managed to grab a scale at it's shoulder blade lifting up his sword and stabbing down as hard as he could  digging a quarter of the blade in as the beast took them to the skies. The air around them rushing at punishing speeds as Thermidor's own barely audible voice couldn't help but let out a fearful shout as the dragon turned over into several barrel rolls in attempt to shake him off and send him to the earth miles below, but he held on.

The dragon dove into the clouds, the storm all to familiar to Thermidor raging all around with newfound ferocity, his shirt was reduced to not but a few ragged strips of cloth now as he fought against the raw wind and needle-like rain. The storm was not the only thing with returning strength however. Something new and strange churned deep within the very soul of the young fighter, something he'd never felt before. Thermidor's moonlight colored eyes lit up with a righteous fury, his pupils narrowing, and teeth bared, ripping his sword free of the beast's back as he swung it down again sharply, this time with more than physical strength. The wind around them seemed to pound down into the back of the dragon, and Thermidor only kept driving the blade back down again and again. Wind, sleet and lighting weighed upon the airborne combatants with increasing fervor, Thermidor not even noticing the correlation between his strikes and the elements falling upon them, holding into the dragon's back in a deathgrip and frantically stabbing his weapon into it as they dove closer and closer to the ground below, breaking through the cloudline and inevitably crashing into not just the earth, but the edge of his village.

The impact of the crash shook the land, the dragon and Thermidor atop it smashing through the entrance to the well and the creature's wings leveling houses as screams and commotion were added to the already tremendous amount of noise. The crash didn't seem to make him skip a beat as he pushed himself up to his feet, breathing heavily and letting out another battlecry as he ran across the dragon's back, dragging his sword across it the whole way as it tried to turn it's head around only to be met with a flury of blows from Thermidor, his sword cutting repeatedly into the monster's muzzle, it's slitted eyes staring in shock back into his own now similarly beast like eyes before it roared at him, lighting striking down over him, but it seemed to only momentarily startle him as he toppled from the beast's back and rolled back onto his feet.

He made another wild charge as his father came onto the scene to witness his son's awakening. It both shocked him and filled him with a manner of hope, what was this power dwelling inside of his son? "Thermidor..." he could only mutter to himself. The battle carried on with another series of attacks from Thermidor, the dragon trying to get itself situated again as it's wing's broke free of debris and toppled homes, when something happened that neither the dragon nor Thermidor expected as he brought his weapon into a fierce thrust just as the dragon attempted to bite him. As he attacked a series of lightning bolts struck his blade all at once and a shattering gale twisted all around the young man, all seeming to focus into a single extremely brief moment of almost utter silence before...

Thermidor's ears rang as thunder seemed to crash all around him, his sword had not only pierced the dragon's skull, but nearly completely obliterated it, as though the endless storm's unending fury had all at once exploded into it's long awaited end. The skies churning and swirling all around, the eye of this storm all focused down on Thermidor himself as the clouds began to reach and touch down centered on his form, violently twisting all around him and being pulled into his body as something inside him began to consume a new and formidable power. The cries and confusion of those around him went unheard inside of the tempest, the sky for the first time slowly clearing and baring the blessing of the rising sun onto land once thrown into eternal dark. As the last of the storm faded, it left only one reminder of its former fury. Thermidor.

There was no longer a lone fighter standing in the center of the village, but a Dragon Slayer. Drenched in sanguine, he could feel his body alive with new and great strength, and something else as well. Breathing slowly, hands shaking, he lifted his weapon into view... An awe-inspiring blade now stood in place of his previously mundane weapon, the scimitar now had likeness to a dragon's wing and shone against the light in swirls of many colors, the blade seeming to hum with immense power just beneath the surface... The stength of an endlessstorm. Despite being blood-soaked, Thermidor was met with the sudden embrace of his father, shaken but amazed with his son. Eventually he was taken inside, the thought of Thermidor joining a guild was one of many things brought up about the future. Preparations were made, and with the villagers free to leave, trade could be made, everyone pitching in to afford armor and supplies for Thermidor's new life.

On the day of his departure, Thermidor was stopped by his father before he left the village, a blue round shield tucked under his arm. "Thermidor, wait..." he said, catching his breath as he presented the shield to his son. "I think it's time I told you about your mother.", he paused before continuing, certain he had his son's attention now. "I know I told you she died when you were very little, but I never gave you the whole story." he sighed and gave Thermidor a sympathetic smile "She was a powerful wizard, and she was very headstrong... like you. That day you ran off to go and try to slay a dragon... that look in your eyes. I knew that since the day I'd met her. When you left, I saw her in you. She'd be so proud of you." his father said as he held the shield out to Thermidor. "She'd want you to take it with you. It will protect you against magic and steel alike."

"Thank you." Thermidor replied, smiling lightly taking hold of the shield as he observed the front of it. It was engraved with a graceful floral design that covered most of the front; a great white flower over a steely sky-blue background. It didn't quite match his armor, but it was more than worthy of his arsenal. He took a moment to fix it to his arm, strapping the shield down firmly and getting a feel for its weight before looking back up to his father, who's hand met his shoulder softly. "Just please, don't do something reckless out there and die for no good reason. Your mother died fighting evils we've never even seen in these parts. Don't leave your dad all alone out here." the old man's face was stern, but sad, pulling his son into a final hug before he let him go, hands clapping down on his shoulders once with a quick bow of his head before he backed up a step. "Good luck out there. I don't doubt a guild will grow fond of your strength."

Thermidor exchanged final, occasionally teary farewells with everyone from the village at the front gate before finally taking his leave, a single and final glance over his shoulder was the last he saw of his father and the people he'd grown up with before finally turning away and donning his helmet, taking his map from his bag and starting his long trip to find a guild.

Powers: Thermidor's powers are central to powerful tempests and lightning. He can create unnaturally furious winds with his sword, and augment his strikes with lightning. Gusts can be used to deflect projectiles.

Thermidor can conjure up storms if he tries hard enough, but only a natural storm can boost his powers.

Equipment: Thermidor is suited with very sturdy heavy armor, but may surprise you with his maneuverability.

Storm Blade: His sword is infused with the power of a Storm Dragon, and as such is a magic weapon. It is a scimitar.

Flower Crest Shield: Thermidor also possesses the magic shield of his mother. It can deflect spells using it's enchantment. (Shown in Appearance gallery) It is capable of the basic functions of most shields physically.

THEME
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