About Ollivor Myles
Maybe he should follow in the footsteps of his older brother, Colwin was training even now in the Andoran Navy. The sea called to Ollivor as well, especially lately. He'd had odd dreams of the sea, and cliffs over it, and then they got positively strange. In his dream he was powerful, strong, and sometimes flew. He hadn't dared tell anyone of it, not even mother or father. Folks thought he was 'odd' enough in this town, and the only thing worse than being bored was being bored and whispered about by smalltown mentalities with nothing better to do.
He sighed softly to himself, only to hear another sigh below. Putting his pole away, he peeked under to see Millie Wakewood with Gabon Kreel. He felt a flash of disillusionment. He'd fancied Millie, a slightly older girl who Shelyn had graced at an early age with womanly beauty that had most of the village lads pining for her. That she had apparently seen fit to take up with a thug like Gabon Kreel, well, that was another matter entirely.
They were kissing heavily, and he found himself wishing he could taste her lips instead of Kreel, but any heat to his blood was cut cold when he saw Millie pulling back and shaking her head.
"No, wait," she continued to back away, "It's too soon."
Gabon took this news with all the grace that those bullied by him in the past had come to expect, "What do you mean 'too soon' , you some sort of tease?"
Even at thirteen, Ollie didn't like where was going. He watched Gabon advance on the girl, trying to press her against a support, and a sense of moral outrage washed over him.
"Now," Gabon started to pull at the girl's blouse with one hand, while cupping his hand over her mouth with the other, "You're going to finish what you start or..."
"Leave her alone!" a voice threatened, and Ollivor realized HE was the one who had said it. Dropping own below into the soft beach under the very place he'd been fishing, he advanced on the much larger boy, "Let her go, Gabon."
Gabon laughed, and shoved his prize into the damp so he could turn his full attention on Ollie, "Or you'll what?" Kreel punched Ollie in the gut, causing the young lad to double over in pain. That was but the first of the punches.
"Stop it, Gabon, you'll kill him!" Milie tried to help her would be rescuer.
"Nah," Gabon laughed heartily, "Just teaching him to mind his own..."
He should have been scared, but despite what had just happened to him, it felt so natural that he was instead just awed by it.
Of course, Millie was scared enough for three and screamed her head off!
In the time that followed, Ollivor was very nearly hunted as some sort of demon. While Andoran prided itself on its open mindedness, freedom, and acceptance, small towns were still full of those given to superstitions and a dread of the different. If it had not been for his parents support and a local cleric (who was called immediately to heal Gabon) calming the mob down, Ollie might have died that night. When they were let be, his mother confided in him that there were old stories about her grandfather, who had died in the revolution, being 'dragon touched'. She'd never really believed it. Now, she was not so sure.
In the coming months, more dragon dreams plagued him, and more magical mishaps occurred. He was 'encouraged' to leave the town. For the sake of his family, he did so. First he made his way to the university of Almas. At least here, he could find true knowledge or seeds of same. It was confirmed that there was once a Bronze Dragon that visited his home coasts centuries ago. It seemed said dragon had taken a fancy to a human woman, changed form to join with her and ..well, now and then the blood popped up again.
It explained much. Still, Ollivor had to make a living, and he spent his years in Almas by the dockside fishing, or in inns cooking to support his studies and research. The sea was a natural home to bronze dragons, and while he resented being a slave to his blood, Ollie couldn't deny the call. He was also curious about something else. While his great grandfather had died, somewhere there was a good chance his draconic ancestor was out there somewhere.
Hearing of a sage versed in dragons of the world living in the great city of Absalom, Ollie took a trip there, but if things were expensive in the big city of Almas, they seemed impossibly expensive in the grand city of Absalom. It took him another year there before he could get the sage to find out the name of his distant kin: Herkantar the Righteous. And then one day, he was able to pay for the last known location Herkantar had been seen at.
Ollie wasn't sure he'd LIKE his dragon kin. While goodly, he'd heard that bronzes could be judgmental and thinking they knew best for others. Given his past, and natural willfullness, Ollivor felt his heels kick in when treated that way. Still, he wanted to learn more about himself, and though he had finally mastered spells enough to take care of himself, and now as a man not a child, he decided to seek out Herkantar. He boarded a boat for Sargava where a bronze dragon had been spotted near the coasts.
Little did he realize fate had other plans...
Personality/Motivation: Ollivor feels draconic urges keenly and despite having control over his gifts, doesn't know whether to embrace those urges, or fight against them just to prove he's his own master. He can admire gold and treasure, but also feels angered when villainy (His definition of it, naturally) seems to triumph. Despite a some times conflicted nature, many find him charming enough as he tries to treat others with the respect he wants in return. His Andoran upbringing shines through as he believes in the power of merit, not being a great respecter of rank unearned or titles of blood.
He still hopes to find his ancestor one day, mostly just because he hates the idea of giving up on something, but also because he IS profoundly curious. Beyond that, he's not really sure what his true goals are. Mastering his magic appeals to him, as does gaining great wealth, but both feel shallow in and of themselves. It is not that he doesn't want greatness, but rather, he wants that greatness to be towards an end. Now if only he could figure out WHAT end, he'd be a happy man.