Name: Kerkael’akel (care-kail-ah-kel)
Element: Fire
Gender: Male
Bond: Selverat (m)
Position: Scout and Official Searcher
Rank: High
Elements and Strengths: Fire: 9
Light: 7
Wind: 4
Metal: 2
Personality: Kerkael is an odd Fire, in the respect that he has never once served as a guard for any clan. He prefers the challenge of scouting the land and finding people that would succeed as bonders to simply sitting around waiting for something to happen. His favorite comment when asked about that is “Waiting is for geezers. I’m going to –do– something.” One thing that he excels in is making his bond look a fool whenever there’s active magic around… which is quite often.
Description: Reaching a length of 83 feet, Kerkael is on the upper end of Myrsilkain sizes. His body is like the wild fire of a raging forest fire, and his wingsails are gold flecked with tiny sparks of red and orange. His horns and claws are bright gold, and his eyes glow red-gold. Ruby markings are predominate, with white coming in a close second and a few scattered light blue and metallic silver markings as well.
"Well now! Another visitor? Welcome, welcome!" The speaker sweeps towards you from deeper in the den, a large smile on his face, "I'm Selverat, rider of Fire Kerkael, Scout and Official Searchrider of Clan Akelara, at your service."

You can't help but smile in return, and have to suppress a laugh as a barbed tail - belonging to Kerkael, you assume - stealthily slides across the floor, tripping Selverat neatly.

"Ouf... bloody dragon." Selverat mutters as he picks himself up, sweeping coppery curls out of his eyes, "Quit leaving your tail laying around like that, you could kill someone!"

The tail retreats, replaced by a head and body, as Kerkael settles down in the large room that you're currently standing it.

The dragon nods his head to you, apparently ignoring Selverat for the moment. "Greetings, visitor. I'm Kerkael'akel, this here clumsy oaf's bond." Kerkael ignores Selverat's sputtered denials and continues to speak, "And, of course, I'm the more intelligent of the pair."

Selverat snorts at that, shaking his head in what seems to be resignation, "Ah, ignore the big, talking meatbag on wings, he's just hot air. Anyway, feel free to look around. I have to go scout the land some more, we're still learning about this world in all truth, and our leaders want to know if there are any native sentient races. I'l be back in a few hours, though, if you wish to talk more."

With a polite nod to you, he gathers up a helmet and jacket, before striding back into the den, Kerkael following him.
Name: Selverat (sell-ver-rat)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Bond: Kerkael (m)
Position: Scout and Official Searcher
Rank: n/a
Elements and Strengths: A small, instinctual control over fire
Personality: He’s fun loving and personable, though a bit of a show off. His pride in things he’s done is matched only by his bond’s pride, though oddly enough, Selverat doesn’t seem to have much of an ego. If something goes wrong, he’ll shrug it off and start all over again, determined to get it right the next time. Though he jokes often about how much he hates his bond, both of them know that it’s nothing but joking around, and they get along in an easily, light hearted manner, the perfect example of human and dragon living and working as one. They’ve moved past needing to communicate in words, and know instinctually what the other wants or needs.

Despite being able to communicate without words to his bond, Selverat understands that others can’t do that, and is very willing to speak his mind on almost any subject. Sometimes too willing.
Description: Selverat is a fairly tall man, standing at about 5’9”, though he’s definitely not bulked. His build, rather, is slim and lithe, and he takes pride in how flexible he is. His hair is a coppery color and, in his words, “annoyingly curly.” The strands curl into tight little ringlets that refuse to submit to any attempt at ordering them, and seem to take great joy in falling into his eyes at random moments. His hair reaches his shoulder blades in the back, but is cut short enough in the front to, theoretically, -not- fall in his eyes. Selverat’s skin is darkly tanned from the amount of time he spends outside flying, and his eyes are a soft jade color. For clothing, he’ll wear almost anything, as long as it can be placed in the category of either “pants” “boots” or “shirt.” Color coordinating? What’s that mean? Though he normally doesn’t wear neon or pastel colors, anything else is fair game.