Dragon

Name: Pamon Dehnlahlee
Gender: Male, not likely interested in breeding
Size/Shoulder/Length: small 7'7" s
Colors: pale xenian yellow body with bright opalescent pink, purple, peach, green, and blue stockings and blazes; tails, wing arms, and ears creamy tan; wingsails, mane/back fur pale shiny cyan; eyes red; claws and hooves pale grey; horns light grey
Features: Skala Mutt, Draft Opal; four legs with solid and split hooves with added digits, plus two slender long-fingered arms between forelegs; two stunted multi-fingered leathery wings on mid-back incapable of flight; three thick tails ending in fleshy flukes; two large boxy heads with rough fur over large eyes, long external ears, and single spiral horn in forehead, with silky manes on necks; fur on rump over tails
Powers: Verbal Speech and Telepathy - with a deep and rumbling voice that comes from both throats, his mind echoes with silence, swallowing up any hint of memory formation; if he speaks casually, there is no reason for his mind to be active, but if there is a serious conversation going on which he must pay attention to, avoiding subjects or assessing whether he knows something they should not, his mental energy simply cancels out any spoken sounds, and none the wiser: you can't remember if he said anything, even if he improbably did
Knowledge Curse, Untouchable Mind - Partially omniscient. They are able to see the past, present, or future of any subject known to them in some way. Their curse is in their total inability to communicate what they know in any way--not in speech, writing, thought, or even the barest suggestion of a hint. In no way can they tell another person anything that the other individual does not already know; paired with an untouchable mind, Psionic abilities cannot affect the hybrid, nor can its mind be read by any level of psychic power. This combination has made Pamon a bit of an enigma even to Keenan and company, since his mind is effectively entirely off-limits
Teleportation - well, he got here, didn't he? Can move easily on-site with nary a flash, but if he does want to make an entrance, his teleportation seems to be a crackling of vivid cyan energy similar to the electric crystal formations here
Limited Earth Manipulation - enjoys the presence of the semi-living xenian crystal formations on Xen, and they seem to sing for him, he has crafted this cave to be more suitable to residing in, using this power; he cannot shape other types of crystals, though if they're on Xen he can at least sense them
Shapeshifting, human only - secretive about this power, Pamon has not let anyone know he can do this, so unless someone spots him while doing so it will remain a mystery even to The Mystery; oddly he seems to be wearing a biohazard-like suit from a distance, and people assume that it's just either yet another explorer out there, or a lingering headcrab zombie of one of those old explorers
Note his breed potentially has fire magic but Pamon does not use it
Parentage: Parents: Cohrah Dehnlahlee and Verem
Origin: Rainbow Glitz by Kin/Mystic April 2023
Other Info: preferring solo life to one with any sort of permanent ties. His name, if pronounced as bahh mun den lah lih, can mean 'many traces left by galloping through the spirit realm'

Skills or Profession: Unclear, his family was created out of the need to find allies and aid, and he has arrived to a Xen that is inhabited by powerful entities similar to himself. Whether he can offer aid is entirely unknown, and he won't say

Current Location: a floating island on Rookery Xen

Personality: while he very much echoes the mysterious type that Keenan and company display, he also seems... a touch grumpy about it. As if the restrictions placed upon him, regarding his extensive and sometimes detailed knowledge of any given person, are unwelcome. Since he also knows that a good number of his half-siblings and cousins do not have such restrictions, that might be why he's this way; he isn't unfriendly but he is definitely unapproachable

Events or History: There was a long pause, while the turquoise-eyed entity gazed between the two sets of red ones before him. He adjusted his tie and this time it wasn't merely for effect.

"Were you... needing any further... accommodations? Or will this area suffice?"

If a horse-like being could shrug, Pamon did so just then, a noncommittal move, "It suits me."

That was very obvious, indeed, as Pamon nearly blended in with the crystal-studded walls of this dome on a broad floating island. The sky was pleasant here, and bore no small resemblance to the opalescent and fractured markings on his legs. There was a small trickle of glowing pale blue water making its way into an unevenly bordered pool, matching his flowing fur manes.

"You are distressed at your inability to sense me," Pamon said, probably to elicit the faint smirk and chuffed grunt that passed as an acknowledgement from Keenan.

The other Lane showed up shortly, getting the same treatment, but he did comment, "If you had a tie, you would adjust it," and it wasn't untrue...

 
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