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Name: Kaeleb Sanger Kshau
Gender: male, bi but looking for a good physical and mental match no matter who it is
Age/DOB: shown here, around 17; Lifespan - expected immortal
Origin: Homeworld - Healing Den / Nexus
Family: Parents - Kalkin & Baeris; Siblings - many, both prior to him and on the way
Other: He'll definitely be the progenitor of kiddos at some point, maybe soon
Height: 6'0" Build: slender and lean, not bulky
Hair: Sanger Black with violet tints, kept fairly short but with the distinct widows peak and sharp Kshau eyebrows under it; can't grow facial hair worth shit
Eyes: Sanger Blue, narrow almond shape
Appearance: tanned skin verging on yellowish but that jaundicy look bronzes brilliantly in the sun which he hardly goes out to see; yes he goes barefoot everywhere; yes he has That Sanger Nose and those dark nails as a genetic trait; as described has Baeris's 'rich' voice
Standing At: Mirus, giveaway?
Dragon: Eramenla
Created/Updated: around 2005? / Updated 1.18.2026
Events and History: Crazy Doc Sanger, of Carramba High School, came striding down the hallway toward his 'nephew's' Healing Den dorm. It almost looked like he wanted to run, but was holding back for some reason. Not in that 'get out of my way or suffer the consequenses' sort of run, more like 'I've got something very important and I want to deliver it as soon as possible'.
The teenaged and somewhat sedate Sanger-Kshau boy was like a distillation of his parents. Two universes worth of breeding, two versions of essentially the same person, went into Kaeleb. He had an appearance that would match either his mother or father - though only Kalkin had those darkened finger and toe nails. Sharply smart, almost demonically so, Kaeleb wasn't as tall or skinny as his father, nor was he as athletic in muscularity. He had his mother's smooth voice, deep and soft but with an edge when he wished it, and her eyebrows which were well known as a Kshau feature.
It turned out that his 'nephew' was the first person the Doc thought of when his dragon Umpteenth had paired up with another Sanger's drak named Maldula'Taykah, and ... now there were eggs in the mix.
So with a smile and a calm nod accepting this 'fate', Kaeleb went off with the widely grinning Crazy Doc, and were rather suddenly in a place which he hadn't been before. He traveled the Nexus freely with Dulath, but then... Dulath was better at it than many Sanger-dragons.
It was just in time, too, because the little quarter-draks were nosing around their warm mother's side and ready to pair up. The golden-rain marked female knew the routine, and doled out names for her offspring before seeing them off. Since they were at least half Pernese (or ... well, thereabouts if you could call it that) they would require solid bonds instead of merely partnerships. But Kaeleb was ready for that too.
And at the very least, he inherited his mother's incredible gift for dragons. His mind, while not open to every dragon's voice, was sturdy and solid, not fragile to the touch - not like his father's. So when Eramenla'Taykah approached him, stormy grey fur accents sprouting on her back and tail, gentle lightning barely visible on her storm-grey wingsails, Kaeleb knew she was the right dragon for him.
"I am a drak!" She proclaimed, wobbling up onto her hind legs with difficulty and splaying all four of her wings - and nearly breaking the bottom two in the process of rolling onto her back. "Ssseee! Oops!"
She lacked the lisp of the draks, but could speak clearly like her mother. Frankly if Umpteenth would say anything out loud in English no one would be surprised. He nuzzled the gold-marked rain, they did make a good couple. Their riders were amused as always - about the whole situation start to finish.
"You certainly look like one, Eramenla!" Kaeleb knew her name, that was obviously part of her old-world line. She demanded food, demanded scratching, a bath, all manner of things typical of freshly hatched draklings. And of course, sleep.
It was while she was sleeping that they took her home to the Healing Den. She didn't stir, merely moved her tail a little closer around her paws, and when she did waken she simply seemed to know where she was.
"They seem to think it's impressive that I know how to find my way around," Eramenla said a few weeks later, as she grew stronger and bigger.
"Well, yeah, my dad is a real bad traveler. So is uncle Doc, and the rest of them. They hardly find their way around a table without directions."
"I resent that!" Called a voice from near one of those tables, yet another Sanger with yet another project he wanted some Kalkin aid on.
Eramenla grew steadily, she would not be truly huge, but with half old-world blood she might be bigger than her mother's side. Her fur grew in longer and shaggy, but like all things to do with appearance, Kaeleb brushed her fur mane often, and kept it free of any tangles. They did get tangled up when flying - and they went flying anywhere Eramenla could take them.
They wound up at [redacted], which was where her mother's side came from mostly. And there, Eramenla learned how easy it was to learn true magic. Kaeleb stayed on there also studying, medicine and engineering, different-species medicine mostly. Thus when they came back to the Healing Den (to find Baeris pregnant again, and happily so) they were able to really dig in and help out for breeding, healing and rescue programs.
Some day, Eramenla would probably find a suitable mate... Here at the Den, there were plenty to go around!
"With our luck it'll be another of ours," Crazy Doc said, of his dragon's daughter.
"Well if you guys would stop hanging out so much leaving dragons around like that," Kaeleb joked, "she wouldn't get the chance!"
*** (2026)
Eramenla had learned more than just magic wherever she went. They took to hanging out at Carramba when some of Tessrabia's classes needed them, turned out having multiple types of lineages was fun work for the students to prize apart in their dragon care studies. After all, what was good for a furry mane on a drak might not be the same for one that had feathers or leather bits. And if there was one thing she was, fuzzy described Eramenla's hide. Supposedly true draks had 'scales' with added floof but she definitely took that a step farther, not a scale on her. They declared it was due to the old-world Pernese mix, and one student even declared they knew that those big paws came from Ryslen! They got bonus points for that!
Though he wouldn't become a full time professor there, Kaeleb did enjoy his visits to 'uncle Doc' and added the confusion for anyone looking around and seeing like ninteen versions of the Sanger group lingering at the Caffetorium. Turned out that Kaeleb also liked his coffee 'Zpara' style, the zingy flavors of the Zekiran brand suited him. Eramenla had tried sticking her tongue in it once, and declared it to be absolutely nasty ew no thanks.
But she liked to concentrate her own presence at the campus aside from those class periods, on the Magic Campus instead. There, she watched Benders and Necromancers and Combat Mages alike. Oh how she loved those combat sessions but mainly because she enjoyed helping patch up the combatants after they sustained minor injuries. Only minor on campus, of course, due to the heavy dampening field. She claimed she could feel it, 'like a blanket' over the magic being strewn around.
So she got added training for sensing such things, the presence of wards and triggered spells, and eventually learned how to use a few of those - it made for good help at the Den whenever one of the more magically inclined folks would idly mutter incantations to themselves, not a great plan if you didn't know what you were saying yet!
1.18.2026 addition
They were creeping around the Den exploring, those little furry dragonlings - Terigon, Baeris had said. One of them wound up on her desk, while the other...
"H'lo," greeted by this wide-eyed fluffball, who was busy snuffling around the delicate instruments that Kaeleb was trying to assemble. Kaeleb heard a questioning ping from Eramenla, but he had no answer yet.
"And... what is your name?" Kaeleb asked for both Era and himself, "and are you going to help around my lab?"
"HELP! yes! Yes..." that didn't sound exactly truthful did it? Particularly not with that guilty glance around the room with all the glass and wiring... "I am Chiethei," he replied carefully.
He'll be trouble, Eramenla mentally nudged.
I will NOT be trouble! The Terigon interrupted surprising both human and drak.
Dragon Info
| Dragon | Name: Eramenla'Taykah (era MEN lah) Gender: Female Size/Shoulder/Length: medium 10' s (larger than most draks, but still smaller than most pernese) / 48' l / 50' and 20' ws (buttwings for stability, not full drak sized) Colors: Zappy Rain; soft blue-grey body and floof, with brighter white lightning marks on wingsails, and mane is slightly lighter Features: Partial-Drak / Old World hybrid - four legs with large Ryslen paws, two main leather wings with 3 fingers and long wrist thumb digit all with large claws, two smaller buttwings with 2 fingers and a thumb; head is horse-like with two straight back-pointing horns on the ends of headknob-like nubs; neck has Ryslen-like crest; mane of long slightly curly kinked fur from forehead to tail tip and beyond; skin is fuzzy hide, not scaled as drak's supposedly are; spaded tail end concealed mostly by fluff; egg layer, naming convention will change over time, but prefers to name offspring and train them before presentation so they will effectively be on their feet before people are introduced, but they will probably require bonds rather than minor connections Powers: Winged Flight - she is strong in the air, being larger than most draks; she has excellent balance and can perform elegant maneuvers thanks to that very long tail and her 'stabilizers' those wings on a drak would be full sized but for her hybrid line they serve as incredibly good aid in braking, stalls, flips, and rolls. She will do those all with Kaeleb on her neck of course because he can hold on just fine and knows when she's going to do it Teleportation (not portal-based as draks), local, nexus - she has always known exactly where she is, regardless of the dimension, though she likes getting information about the specifics like on a map or globe, to familiarize herself with that world more firmly; her teleportation is instant, not needing a portal to open, but she knows where other portals be they biologically activated, magical, or technological, will go without stepping through them Verbal Speech and Telepathy - speaks clearly and without a drak based lisp, but sometimes will look for words in a variety of languages thanks to her bond to Kaeleb, and can understand a vast array of both technical and local terms when they travel, even if she cannot speak them; her mind feels like a gentle static charge, raising the hair on your neck or arms, but if she really means it and is actually needing to alert or subdue, her mental energy can be very, very sharp and almost painful with a jolt of electrical storm energy Spellcasting Affinity - senses are very strong for wards, triggers, and ritual spells, but also just can do 'whatever' with minor cantrips and more focused shielding, nullification, and healing spells Unassisted Firebreath - unused, why bother? she's not a combat dragon but this will carry Parentage: below Origin: Mirus by Ktrenal Other Info: name will deprecate with any offspring no baggage from that end please. Naming conventions will retain Drak style -la la- but adopt sire's surname if any |
Lineage
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Marsenla'T |
Maldula'Taykah |
Sahla'Taykah |
Shotgun |
GGGd |
Healing Den, |
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Smairth'T |
Yuneth |
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Sajel'T |
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Nycaridu |
Yachari |
Kaayri |
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Jaletha |
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Halzardu |
Zariyapar |
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Heldiadu |
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Umpteenth |
Melonith |
GGd |
GGGd |
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GGGd |
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Zxion |
Moriath |
Buszketh |
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Bazuk |
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Dvamsak |
Blith |
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Terigon Info
| Terigon | Name: Chiethei (CHEE they, or as he's been called by Kaeleb: cheet-hey! because reasons) Gender: Male Size/Shoulder/Length: 2'2" shoulder Colors: Grey, Brown, Grey Features: Terigon as shown Genetic Code: Ss E2E4 Ww Tt Y1Y6 C4C8 LL X1X7 uu I2I3 Nn P2P3 R1R2 aa Ss (average 2’) body size 2'2" at the shoulder E2E4 (short) ears Ww (single-color) wingtips Tt (bushy) tail Y1Y6 (blue) eyes C4C8 (grey) body in LL (light) value X1X7 (brown) furnishings in uu (dark) value I2I3 (brown) wings in Nn (medium) value P2P3 (no visible pattern) in R1R2 (grey) color in aa (light) value Powers: Winged Flight, he seems way too lazy to fly but he can still outpace any given humanoid at a full run, even the Sangers with spots. And he seems to know just where to zip in and out of those air vents and tunnels, escaping notice but everyone knows he's been in a place... Teleportation Local and Nexus, always going and coming back with stuff that doesn't belong to him, but conveniently forgetting exactly where those components or items are from Verbal Speech and Telepathy, a big vocabulary that alternates being spoken very quietly and with a conspiratorial hiss, to loud-enough-to-be-overheard-by-the-right-people Parentage: below Origin: Phe's Terigon Pairings Other Info: Chiethei is ... trouble. Just curious, too much so for his surroundings, but does understand when to keep his paws to himself. It's just. So. Enticing. Those glass vials, those little springs and doodads and - OKAY OKAY I'll STOP TOUCHING IT SHEESH |
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Lineage
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Aisoiv |
Wuehue |
Gdam |
GGd |
GGGd |
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Gsire |
GGd |
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GGGd |
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Yeigai |
Thivu |
Aithin |
GGGd |
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Aituli |
GGGd |
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Echuru |
GGd |
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Mates and Descendants
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