Bentley Kshau-Wheeler


Image made at: Doll Divine / Ammotu	Name: Bentley Kshau-Wheeler Gender: Male / he-him / straight Age/DOB: 18 / RY -12 Origin: Healing Den Family: Mother Baeris Kshau, Father Bart Wheeler; sisters Rowena, Renee; half siblings number in the dozens, many on both sides Other: Bentley is quite the catch, if you can possibly get him to slow down for you... Height: 6'2" Build: muscular and long, flexible body Hair: inexplicably white, perhaps due to being conceived and born on the Healing Den; thick, straight, shaggy, kept to neck Eyes: though hidden behind shiny red shades (not vision glasses), Bentley's eyes are a deep indigo blue, unlike his sisters'; they are narrow and usually squinty if he takes his shades off Appearance: medium fair skin with no marks or scars, he looks much lighter than his mother's side of the family; he does however tan down into a surprising golden shade if he's in the sun for any length of time, which is unlikely because he doesn't tend to remain where there's a lot of sunlight... he has a deeply gravelly voice, but it's more of an affectation, in conversation with friends it's merely deep; he wears a lot of leather, as shown with various straps and buckles, and it's a sure bet that one of his Sanger-esque friends has donated some of those for other uses... Standing At: Nidus Ryslen, Court Clutches Dragon: Jaikerainth Created/Updated: originally February of 2012, for dragons August 2021
Genetic Abilities: Highly physical in nature, he has a near boundless amount of endurance that he uses to explore, fight, defend, or rearrange furniture. He has a very high agility and yes that laser sword of his was stolen from a Sith somewhere but he won't say just where. He does sense other dimensions, and likely can focus on one or another of them while he's with a dragon capable of moving around (or with a person, there are plenty of those genrehoppers around the Den after all) in order to guide them to the right location. Of the trio he is more likely to be hip deep in enemies, though that might mean 'fighting hydra in the sewers of Paragon City' or 'pushing the flitters away from dinner in the main hall'. Weird shit happens to him, and he loves every minute of it.
Physical Traits: apparently immortal, like his sisters, Bentley seems to be able to shrug off injuries at least in terms of pain tolerance, and has exhibited quite a bit more strength and duability than most people even among the Den's population. He has a very strong healing factor, though not as fast as any given Sanger's, his can visibly heal deep cuts in an hour, and internal injuries within a day or so. His sister claims that he is in a constant state of self-repair because even if he's broken a rib or has a gaping wound on his leg, he doesn't actually settle down for that hour or day to let himself heal, instead just plodding on with even more abuse to his system. It is actually possible he doesn't feel pain, but he does seem to be able to touch and understand heat, cold, pressure and the like.
Personality: Intense, dangerous, a thrill seeker who loves to push himself to the limits and beyond. He does have the ability to figure out whether whoever is with him can go along with those challenges, and has been known to pause, ask first and then drag someone into obvious danger if they agree. If they don't it's no skin off his nose - wait, it probably is, but he doesn't care, it'll heal momentarily. Of the trio, he will volunteer for dangerous missions, exploration, and dive headlong into a firefight, laughing off his sisters' annoyed looks and eye rolling when he comes home with bullet holes and blood all over his perfectly good new coat. It is his plan to not get those outfits all dirty, but you have to practice to git gud!
Skills and Profession: though fully trained at the Healing Den for dragon duties such as monitoring sands activity, basic health and physical trait identification, care and feeding and whatnot, his chosen path is 'can I hunt with or for them?' And 'can we beat up bad guys now?' When he and his sisters went to Carramba for their more normal education, it was quite clear that he would excel at dangerous activities and anything requiring a bold, confident, and outgoing personality. He isn't so much a loner but he prefers to work by himself, but if there was a dragon around he'd be asking questions: how deep can you feel a pinch? Is a harness or saddle very uncomfortable? Do you mind if I jump from your shoulder into that small pile of laundry yes I know it's not enough to break the fall, doesn't matter! Bentley can pick out a path that is absolutely the most direct way to anywhere, and get there with brute force or bloody fingers if he has to climb, but he can climb, swim, even dig, or drive with equal ease. Mobility is his strong suit, and he leverages this to impress people he likes even in subtle ways, like picking up a pair of drinks and not spilling a drop while going straight through the mosh pit. His weapon handling is just as bold and brutal as one might expect, he knows that he can and possibly should hold back from wailing on a villain down in Paragon's sewers, but meh - they chose that life, they need to suffer the consequences. He will then unfailingly identify the hostage in need of rescue and graciously lead them out in a more normal 'follow the leader' pace.
Events and History: .. The first egg from Agstan’s clutch and the second egg weren’t much further behind, the shells cracking and falling open in the din surrounding the first impression. Two figures rose from those eggs, one a deep red and the other a deep purple, both shading immediately to black on their hind quarters. The Dark Court offspring were Nights, just as the Blood Court hatchling had been a Twilight. The red snapped at his sister, and dashed past her to stop before a young man of a lineage well known to Ryslen. Bentley Kshau-Wheeler looked down at the small hatchling, his sunglasses flashing. Please take off your eyewear for a moment? The hatchling demanded in the form of a question. Bentley tipped his glasses and squinted at the red hatchling, whose own eyes shone. *Yes, it is you.* “Who else would I be, Jaikerainth?” Bentley replied confidently, replacing his sunglasses and ignoring the daggers his sisters were glaring into his back for bonding first. "Do you think we should head home?" Bentley asked, and Jai looked at him with a squint in his multicolored eye. Not like that, even I clean up a little before denning, my one.** "What do you mean 'not like THAT' I'm perfect!" "You are filthy, and covered in blood that all but matches my hide, you should clean up. Look, there is a truck stop. We'll use their facilities." "I don't want to get a disease," Bentley muttered, but complied anyway. Their travels to other Earths and worlds in need had been quite fruitful as they both got to work out their tricks and abilities, and let off stress or energy in 'productive' ways. But that certainly meant that sometimes Bentley would come back with strange wounds; gouges like a lamphrey that one time, hair covered in slime that other... His dragon would remind him that no one - not even Kalkin back at the Den - wanted to sit around with a smelly blood-crusted person...

Dragon Name: Jaikerainth (DJAYE ker ainth) Gender: Male Size/Shoulder/Length: medium 11'6" s Colors: Dark Court Night Red note that only clutching at Ryslen with another Court* will have Night/Light/Twilight coloration available on full blooded Courts Features: Ryslen with spikes, four big pawed feet, two large leather wings with wrist claws; head has forward and backward pairs of horns, neck has forward facing spines, and tail has large curved stabby stabby stinger Powers: Winged Flight, Jai is fierce and swift in the air, with good agility but lacking in endurance. Though he can definitely carry heavy weights he prefers to have others do the heavy lifting, while he's on the front line of any important combat Teleportation, Reserved and careful in his plotting a course, Jai will use his teleportation to enter and exit an area, but not necessarily use it while fighting. It doesn't tire him out, he just likes being in flight rather than popping in and out of sight Verbal Speech and Telepathy, his mental connection with Bentley is all but unheard by anyone else, he's not 'silent' to other telepaths but he doesn't usually communicate directly with other humans or even other dragons even with his voice let alone his mind. His voice has grown into the predictably low, rumbling tone that can run chills up a spine, and he has practiced this Venom Bite, Poison Stinger, when you're a Dark Court you have certain up close and personal advantages even if you can't breathe fire. Fire's for cowards. His bite and sting both deliver anguishingly painful venom, which can kill anything around cow-sized or smaller so he's careful to reserve those for true enemies and prey. While it's fine to eat meat that he's killed in this fashion, Bentley claims that it leaves a strangely metallic tang. Others claim that it causes their mouth to go numb and their throat to constrict so he's not the best judge of potency... Parentage: Mother: Black Agstan; Father: Brown Jivishath; Lineage: Dark Court Only Origin: Nidus Ryslen, Court Clutches Other Info: Sweeping through complex areas and diving, agile even in difficult conditions, his deft claws and that terrifying stinger mean he can take on much larger enemies than merely humanoids. So far they've worked their way through numerous robots, lumbering beasts, and even tackled a kaiju. Not easily. But still the dinner of tentacles after that one fun night-time run in Independence Port seemed to have satisfied both of them.