Ildefons Draganarakta / Elric

Ildefons stands at 5'5 feet, small-framed with a lean build that doesn't seem to have much muscle, and overall appearing like a fragile figure. In contrast to his dragon heritage, Ildefons appears gentle, delicate, with a sort of beauty that is often compared to fae. His soft, ruffled white hair is kept short and tamed, just up to his neck while his fringe flares away from his face. His eyes stand out from the entirety of his pretty pale face, the color blood red seeping out from his irises, adorned with fine eyelashes, but never completely contrasting his gentle appeal.

His demeanor always appears to be contained, composed, and without much effort. Ildefons presents himself to the public as the gentle prince among their royalty. Despite his humbled manner, he manages to keep an air of his status. His movements are elegant and refined, showing his royal lineage. He projects himself perfectly, without any break of his character. He dresses himself with fine formal wear, cut and sharp, though usually in cool shades with streaks of silver and gold. As as symbol of status among those of the dragon society, Ildefons also wears claw accessories on public affairs.

This entire cool-toned ensemble of his makes it sometimes hard to believe he could be a member of a dragon family considering their bloodline's reputation. His immediate family, though not famous for violence, most people in the kingdom as well as other dragons know them enough to know how Blood Dragons like himself can't help their blood lust. What most don't know is that he has an alter persona he goes with.​

As his alter ego, Elric, he presents himself differently. He sets aside his finely cut attire for something more rough and dark that contrasts with his pale skin. His hair is in a shade of gray with red streaks fading to a dark brown to the tips, now untamed and flaring around his head like a silver crown. His calmed expression is replaced by a slight smirk, his stance and demeanor coming off more reckless and carefree He leaves other accessories behind besides a stud earring that's never seen on him on a usual day and a mask to hide half is face.

His dragon form is notably smaller than most dragons around his age in his family, standing only as large as a two-story building of some 18 feet. His form reaches about 30 feet in length from head to tail, with scales appearing to flow with blood, pulsing with a bright red color as each scale gradients down to the black color of old blood at its tips. There are large spikes forming on the joints in his limbs, as well as those on his wings, appearing like claws. There is also smaller spokes growing around the back his head, creating a crown-like formation on his head, behind the two larger horns that already grow above his forehead, curving out slightly backwards. His wings spans a whooping 38 feet across him, making him a very strong flyer. His tail ends with even more spikes that make it appear like a mace. He is notably smaller compared to his older brother but equally terrifying to behold.​

For others, Prince Ildefons appears gentle and sweet. Harmless, even. His soft appearance, light-handed demeanor, and his refined movements give the others the impression he couldn't dare harm a fly. He doesn't raise his voice, nor does he speak in any manner that gives him away. He speaks politely and formally, never raising his voice in anger or anything. The only thing that probably doesn't make other people try not to cross him is that level of class he carries.

The thing is, that's just a mask for him to hide what he really is like. Without all the pressure and inhibitions, Ildefons shows his true colors as Elric. His appearance doesn't even matter; his true face is a trouble-maker: fierce with a devil-may-care attitude for most things — all except probably anything that has to do anything about people knowing his double life.

Ildefons feels pressured to keep this ideal image on a day to day basis even without having anyone to dictate this. This is the obvious reason why he keeps an alternate persona to keep anyone from finding out how he was so far from perfect. Due to this "imperfection" of his, Ildefons has a low-self opinion and self-loathing which he manages to somehow keep perfectly hidden.

He tries to compensate through many things, dedicating much of his studies to learning military and political history, making him quite knowledgeable in this field. While his brother takes care of most of the political issues, Ildefons took over to become the military power among the siblings, becoming a strong leader at his age. There are rumors he's led the army more than once with him the front lines but it contrasts so much with his reputation that anyone who didn't fight at his side wouldn't believe it.

There is a number of things he could possibly do to occupy his time, but since his time has mostly been devoted to training and his studies, the rest of his time is spending free time out in the town. Obviously, without his family's knowledge. He prefers spending his time on his own without the pressure as Elric, doing all the things he shouldn't be doing. He always just tells himself he can regret it later; so as long as he could keep up his double life and not get into any trouble, there was nothing for him to actually worry about.​

Ildefons' command over blood is weaker than most. He is only able to command the blood that comes from his own body and not of others and is only able to use it when it is outside is body. His blood does not replenish as quick as his siblings do which forces him to make less use of it. He has cases of lightheadedness after using his magic for heavy uses.

Ildefons may create his own set of weapon and ammunition using his own blood. He may wield a sword using just enough blood from a cut deep enough. If he is covered in wounds, he can make a needle patch like that of porcupines. He is also able to launch them off his body like bullets or arrows, depending on what form he makes of them.

Because he is unable to use anything but his own blood, he consumes more of it than his older siblings would and to make it even worse, his blood only replenishes at the same rate as his body would. For him to recover blood faster, he needs to take from others — similar to a vampire. (Additionally, this makes him eat a lot to recover loss of blood over casual days.)

Knowing well about his inability to manipulate the blood of others, Ildefons took the time to experiment with his own. Ildefons can inject his blood onto others though biting them or administered through a jet injector, which then make the blood act like venom. His target will have the compulsion to obey his orders but it is not an absolute command and can be resisted even by sheer willpower. The effect of the blood will last for 24 hours at most before it dissipates into the target's blood stream. His Blood Magic is weak as it is so his utmost focus is necessary for this spell to work.​

Ildefons makes up for his low magic capability by his high skill in using his weapons which displays when he wields broadswords and long swords alike. His intense training has allowed him to develop a far higher stamina level, speed, and strength to deal effective blows, block most attacks, and as receive heavy physical damages without faltering. Along this vein, he possesses agility and light footfalls that contributes to stealth when it's needed, and strength and skill that he can carry over to hand-to-hand combat.​

Ildefons is a blood dragon and possesses a little more than the typical draconian capabilities such as strength and senses, as well as healing capacity. He has high immunity against generally most spells and curses but his defenses weaken along with his mental and physical state. As with other blood dragons, Ildefons also has an inherent blood lust and gains more power though injuries. Ildefons' personality balances out with this aspect and compared to others, making it easy for him to redirect and restrain himself when needed. His species is gifted with the power of blood manipulation which manifests itself in different ways for each individual.​

Ildefons comes from a noble line of dragons, the Draganarakta, born as third child and second son, making him the second prince of their family. He was raised no differently from his siblings: just like them he was provided for with formal studies all ranging from etiquette to combat training. While he wasn't exactly the crowned prince, he still couldn't really run away form the burden of carrying their family name. As a Draganarakta and a prince, he was expected to be appropriate at all times and he grew up drilling this discipline onto himself.

He was well aware of their lineage's... little quirk. Blood lust was an inherent train for those of his kind as blood dragons and it was because of this knowledge that he was more vigilant. As he grew older, the hunger only became stronger for him, making it harder and harder for him to deal with the constant urge of him to lose his composure. It was only a matter of time but he did what he could to buy himself time. He poured most of his time combat training, at times trying his hand if any therapeutic methods could ease him. They could only do so much. He took up hunting for sport but in the end he still grew out of it. Something still couldn't sate his hunger.

He did all that he could: threw himself into studying to distract him, and continued to further improve his combat skills. In his request, he began to participate with the military by the time he'd reached the age of 23. In no time he became a military leader that could rival the conquerors of history. He made his name as the decades passed him, nicknamed the "Bloodied Prince" from the blood that stained his armor at every battle he was in. He never stopped training though. He couldn't afford to stop — even in the dead of night he would go to the combat room, or even into the training grounds just to practice. There came a point where he'd become too frustrated to even consider training on his own. He thought to himself, maybe he could afford to take a walk in the city to ease his nerves. It was already late, so he'd snuck off into the night.

He'd said he would do it once but it eventually became a habit for him to sneak out in the middle of the night, turn to the city and distract himself, finding that the late night crowd of the nearby cities were livelier than the daytime. Now, Ildefons prided himself to be a man with self-control, someone who could keep his head straight and not do anything that was against his beliefs but the longer he exposed himself to the night crowd, the more he felt drawn to it, as if something kept calling him back to it. Self-control be damned.

The underground kept him at bay. Throwing everything that people knew him for, he took on a new persona. He joined a brawlers guild, and fought for the heck of it. The intensity of a combat so raw gave him a cathartic feeling. He son found himself falling further into living life in the underground, eventually committing crimes unbecoming of his status. But it was a time he couldn't seem to care: he found his place. Theft, con work, fighting, swindling; everything the underground could offer him became like a past time. Just as he built his reputation with the military, he did the same with putting together criminal records in various cities.

The rift between his two personas became more apparent as the years went by and as it did, so did his conscience. The realization set in slower than it should have. He swore he would keep it a secret from his family, and make sure it ever goes out. Despite his inner turmoil, he didn't stop at all.

If the torrent in him wasn't about enough, his sister had to add to the pot. He wasn't there in the room when it had happened but it was obviously nothing that could be kept as a secret. Aricia murdered their grandfather, with an entire council as witness, resulting in her exile, leading to feuds and conflicts among alliances, questioning their monarchy from the incident. Distress wasn't enough to describe what position he was in. A single word couldn't possibly describe what he felt for the next few weeks that followed. Scared for himself perhaps, scared of his own sister, of his own self. All there was in that moment was fear and anxiety.

The year that followed had been terrible for him and began taking its toll on him. The crown prince, Alaric stepped up to repair the alliances, while he stood by his side as the military power to his aide. It would have been so easy to keep his focus dealing with political issues with his brother but along with this, he'd ended up having a messy fallout with his partner-in-crime that wasn't anything less than frustrating after she'd found his lies.

It was a miracle he'd managed to keep it all together after all that. But it seemed people in the palace caught on to his deteriorating mental state. Years had to go by first but eventually, he was sent to Manta Carlos, mainly to keep him away from all the political and military issues of their kingdom. He thought they could have just called it a vacation. Obviously, he wouldn't have agreed to it so easily and put up an argument to remain in the palace but after being told his brother and sister were going with him, he had to relent. Now the next thing he was worried about was having to deal with trying to find his place into this island.​