Prelude

The forest was quiet. Haunting, peacefully, silent. Not a single rustle of leaves, nor chirp of a bird filled the air. That is... except for the rasping of a elderly lupe. His beard flowed down to his knees. The creaking gray shoulders trembled, in they hunched position. He panted, and stared nervously behind him, as if expecting to see something stumble out, soundless.

The lupe's long, gracious white robe was torn and mud-coated. He held a paw to one of the pockets, forcing himself to move. He stared out behind him, scrambled to his paws, and struggled to run. The lupe stumbled, and fell. As he looked up, a large cloaked figure stood over him.

He gasped and started to turn.

You have no where to go, snarled the figure. One side of the dark, shadowy cloak vanished, revealing a pale white draik-like figure. He had clear aquamarine eyes and held a dagger in his hand. His moonlit scales glimmered with something like malevolent fury.

You... the lupe mentally whispered. His eyes closed with sorrow. How dare you dishonor--

The draik-figure gripped the lupe tightly with his cloaked hand. Dishonor whom? There was a hoarse laugh. This is what he made me. He chose me to become this.

The lupe shook his head. I cannot see, unguard your mind. A shadow covers your side, young dragon.

The draik looked surprised. A shadow? I have released every defense.

Something blocks me from viewing your mind... I doubt, however, your father approves of this, Commander Ion.

My father is dead.

He is very much alive, replied the Oracle. This I can sense.

Enough! Give me the book, and you will live!

The Oracle lupe sighed. You do not want to know your purpose and the secrets of your life, Ion.

Commander Ion's eyes blazed with cold fire. You have nothing to say for me. I must know.

It's not your fate to understand, the Oracle mentally added. It is for the secrets to reveal themselves.

I CONTROL MY FATE. Hand it over, NOW! Ion knocked the lupe down, and ripped the robe pocket. He pried the heavy leather bound book from the Oracle's hands. Look at me, Ion growled, casting his cold gaze at the lupe's face.

No.... rasped the Oracle, struggling to close his eyes. But it was too late. He rocked with pain and horror. The memories surged like fire. The failed visions, the dark secrets, and during the last moments there, the Oracle realized what fate truly wanted.

The draik trembled, as his spirit-form dissolved. He stared down at himself. A fiery scarred kougra bearing archer clothes, along with his dagger. Normal. For a moment, he hesitated. Then Cmdr. Ion opened the book. He stared, as the bright light engulfed him. There was only one thing he remembered clearly, and it was not his true purpose.

He had a brother.

Introduction

Welcome in, Emma! This happens to be my application for Loramus the Green Draik.

I WAS NOT FORCED, IN ANY WAY; ENCOURAGED, ASKED, ETCERA, TO MAKE THIS APPLICATION FOR LORAMUS. IT WAS DONE COMPLETELY UPON MY VERY OWN FREE WILL. PERIOD.

Also, in case you don't understand the story, perhaps some details shall aid you:

Loramus will be flasked robot.

I will be referring to Loramus as Ramus (or by his title, 'Elite')

Special Thanks to:

First off, Emma, for hosting the Draik Glade and putting the awesome Ramus up for adoption.

Secondly, to all those lovely PC'ers who critic (critique) my app and spend their most precious time looking at this.

Third, to Neopets, its fansites, and Poogle for the wonderful imagery scattered throughout.

Finally, to George Lucas, original author of Star Wars, to inspire me to create Ramus and Ion's story.

Ramus

700 x 500 image of Ramus

Full Name: Loramus (Lord Ramus)
Alias: Lord Ramus, Elite, Ramus, Supreme Commander
Species: A Draik Cyborg, now more robotic than draik
Family: Emperor Saevio the Conqueror (father), Commander Ion the Cold (half-brother)

Background Info: When Ramus was young, he was terribly injured by his father. His mother hid him and allowed two ancient guardians to take care of him and his half-brother. One was a scarred lupe named Z, the other was a feathery, odd eyrie named Pillowic.

Z was an esteemed member of an ancient and revered council. He was highly respected, until Saevio, Ramus's father, tore it apart.

Pillowic is a messenger (a Templar) for the Pillow Gods. When his eyes are golden, you are speaking to the highest Pillow god, Pillowus Magnum. When they are blue, you are speaking to a major one, but not the greatest. When they are emerald green, you are speaking to a lesser pillow.

His half-brother, Ion, went with Z, while Ramus was trained by the Oracle-Templar Pillowic.

Found

This is all 'thought-speak', or projected thoughts that are mentally sent to others

This is Ramus speaking

This is Ion speaking

This is Pillowic speaking

Tone in your sense! Seek the eternal calm! the sleek, striped Templar shouted, his dark blue eyes shining.

Ramus grumbled to himself. How's it possible to seek eternal peace... Wait, Pillowic, you mean peace, right? he mentally projected. The half-metallic draik

Future Plans