(No one forced my to do this app; I'm doing it completely by choice because I WANT RHAD. ALOT.)

Nope! No fancy coding. Sorry people, your going to have to settle for this fail since Phobia hates using premades on petpages.

Here we go again. HAI~ My name's Phobia, and I would LOVE to have Rhad! X3 I'm a 16 year old dragon obsessed social life failure who spends all her free time either on the computer or drawing...or sleeping. I've gotten extremely attached to my Rhadamanth character, and plan to keep him even if I'm not chosen as his owner. ...but, ya'know, it'd be nice to still be his owner. -hint hint nudge nudge- 8D I've been on neo for five years, and still no draik (since I joined neo, the price for an egg or potion as gone up 9 mil. ISN'T THAT CRAZY?) and I've only come close to adopting one, ONCE. Finding Rhad was big for me, and I've put alot of effort in his page, story, design, and getting him fanart. (...TWICE.)

ANYWHO, if I'm chosen as Rhad's owner, you won't be disappointed! I plan to roleplay him (when ever I get out of my rp slump, that is) draw him ALOT, get him plently of bc trophies, and ...other stuff. Sorry, I'm not too good with words; just know that he'd be going into a good home and I would never EVER trade him or put him up for adoption. I plan to keep him ghost (becuase a ghost dragon is the coolest thing EVER and my dream pet). I would NEVER lose interest in neo again if I had him~ C8

I was thinking about asking a few friends to write up some a them fancy reccomendation neomails (personally, I think those are kinda lame since they all say basically the same thing, but almost everyone else has them and I almost feel left out. :c) but I think fanart is more impressive and stuff. |D

THIS PAGE IS NOT COMPLETE.
Stuff to do: ~Finish story, parts 1 + 2
~Complete his family's head shots for the 'friends and family' section.
~MOAR FANARTS.

There were a few other things but I don't remember them now...


.:Moar 'bout Phobia:.
YES. There really isn't much more to me than the whole dragon obsessed anti-social sixteen year old thing, but here in this little box I'll try to explain myself more. :3

You can see alot of my personality in my characters, since I have one or more character for each part of my personality. Rhad, for example, is part of my darker and not so sane side of me; I have a few of these characters that explain my darkness. Aztii, my hissi, is another dark attribute, but he's much more violent and sadistic than Rhad. While Morrez, my cybunny, shares my socially awkward, easily irritated but fun loving side. And then you have Ahrcaen, who is like a mix between all of them. ...and the part of me who wants to go to a rave. :D

ENOUGH ABOUT ME, go to the app. :3

.:Rhad:.
In the deepest part of the seemingly endless swamp, just under the surface of the grey-brown warter, you could see a large shadow, at least 12 feet long, swimming lazily. At first glace it could be a large crocodile, but the animals of the swamp new better. It became obvious this was no crocadilian when two large wings unfolded at the creature's sides and fully extened. Suddenly, a head reared out of the water; a drentched, light greyish green mane hid some of it's face. The creature was a dark green with pale under markings starting at his bottom jaw and running nearly the length of his body. Covered in even darker green, thick, wavey stripes covered his neck, back, and part of his tail. The dragon, it is obvious now, walked casually out of the water on to a partailly submerged rock and shook the water off like a dog.

.:Krosse:.
Like moisture to cotton-candy, the clydesdale sized beast plummeted into the murky water, a bleak but low cry slipping past her maw before being muffled by the coverlet of swamp water that came rushing over her. She panned at the water taking a gasping breath as she resurfaced. Multicolored iridescent eyes scanned for any signs of land, but none were seen, especially though this blasted fog. Her claws soon brushed what felt like a tree root, weak muscles hastily pulling her upon its slippery surface as she outstretched her drenched feathered wings. She had to find somewhere dry. Somewhere with air that wasn't damp enough to nearly drown you. Until then, she was grounded. She couldn't fly with wet feathers, and the fog would prevent her wings from getting proper ventilation to dry, which left but only one option: she had to find dry land. Korsse wasn't use to a world so... damp. She grew up and spent most of her life high in the northern mountains of Mongolia. Never had she seen a place so seemingly lifeless and bleak with its monochrome olive color scheme. It was almost depressing.


.:Rhad:.
Rhadamanth, leader of one of the most powerful myusile swamp dragon clans in this part of the world dispite is young age, flapped his bat-like wings, common among dragons, to get rid of any more water. Satisfied that they were dry, Rhad (becuase Rhadamanth is a mouthful) continued on a path apparently only he could see. Now on dry-ish land, you could see he is much larger than expected. For a dragon of not even twenty years, he was sixteen feet from snout to tail. His dark green eyes were half closed as he walked lazily through the swamp muck. He used the excuse that he was out patrolling his terrirtory to go off like this an do whatever he wanted; he may be a leader, but he is also an impulsive adolecent. Rhad suddenly stopped, and looked to his left. His snout high in the moist air, he took in a deep breath through both maw and nostrils. He smiled; swamp dragons can smell something that strong from miles away. "We have a visitor." He said to himself. Something like a grin appeared on his face as he went towards this unusual scent.

.:Krosse:.
Her ever so sensitive hearing was overwhelmed with the subtle chaotic cacophony of the swap. The buzzing of bugs, the croak of a lonesome toad, the occasional bird twittering by... the swashing of something moving through the water. She clutched her wings to her sides, nostrils flaring as she attempted to pick out a scent other than the stagnant stench of the water around her. This was all unfamiliar, and everything had the same earthy air about it. She couldn't tell living from non-living. Her shoulders fell forward, neck held straight out in front of her as she tried her best to see through the veil of moisture. But, her attempts were in vain. She straightened her stature, giving an exaggerated breath before a low pitched growl, hoping that whatever swamp animal was approaching would be persuaded to keep it's distance. However, she wasn't anticipating finding a local.

.:Rhad:.
Rhad continued in the direction of the interesting scent to the very edge of his territory; head lowered, his body smoothly moving like a jungle cat approaching it's prey. His steps are nearly undetectable, even while he paces through a large puddle, like he's not even touching the ground. He stops dead in his tracks, tail swishing inches above the ground soundlessly, when a noise catches his attention. A growl, a not very threatening or sure one, rose from the thick cloud of fog before him. Rhad snorted, and repiled with a deep rumbling growl from his throat.

.:Krosse:.
Her own growl was greeted by that of another. Her heart beat rapidly increased, head turning sharply in the direction of the retorted reply. Korsse pulled her head back, snorting softly before speaking. "Do I have a visitor?" she asked rhetorically, voice calm but still hinted with surprise as she stared at the opaque fog coverlet. Iridescent orbs strained to focus in on her new visitor, but as before, she could barely see more than a few feet out from her snout.

.:Rhad:.
You do." He answered in a raspy but playful voice; he took a few steps forward and peeked between the foliage into a clearing. The faint sillouette of a creature he did not recognize stood caustiously, pointed in his direction. "But you seem more like the visitor, lady. What are you doing here?"

Well, come to read my semi tragic bio? Unfortunatly, my memory from my previous life is not so good, but I'll tell the story best I can...

I, Rhadamanth Myusile, first born son of Dathiroc and Rahsaea Myusile, was born into a relatively powerful swamp draik clan. (Note, our clans had no fancy names. They went simply by the alpha males' name; so my clan was Dathiroc's Clan.) This is both a good thing and a bad thing. A good thing, because we had very little to worry about from the other clans and we had the best territory in the area. A bad thing, because we were the clan to beat. Meaning, if one of the clans decided they wanted our territory or if they just wanted my father dead so they could take over our clan, it would be a big deal and which ever clan did that would take our place.

Buuuuut I won't get into details; this clan political junk never interested me so I doubt it will be any better for you. Anyway, my father was what you'd call a work-a-holic, (spelling errors intentional) so to speak. To him, the clan ment more to him than his family, and we all new it. My mother didn't seem to mind, for some reason, and nither did my older sisters. My father was a strong leader and, at the time, I was proud to be his son and learing under him. When I was a little over a year old, father started preping (for lack of a better word) me for the day I would become the clan's leader. This was about as close to any bonding we've ever done; my father didn't know much about me untill he became my teacher. I guess this is were it all started to go bad, when my father finally knew me. Back then, I was completely different, in fact, the opposite, of what I am now.

I was considerate of others, caring, helpful and...sweet. Yuck. Even though these sound like positive traits, they weren't, for a leader, anyway. On top of those, other faults, as he called them, in my personality came to his attention. I was, well, a wimp. I was easily pushed and bossed around by the other, slightly older draiks in my clan. Believe me, I was no leader; and he saw that. We went on with my lessons, however, and father acted like nothing was the matter. These lessons started to get pretty repetitive and boring after a few weeks, and father always had this 'why should I bother?' tone. Though I was young, I was smart (unfortunatly father never saw that) and I new he was somehow disappointed in me, even though I had'nt done anything. Then all of a sudden, the lessons just stopped, and father started to ignore me.

Things really got bad when the yearly clan meet came around. Yes, a clan meet; its exactly what it sounds like. Once a year, the alpha males gather in the center of all the territories, simply known as the neutral zone, and talk about...boring stuff. Border lines, prey populations, and some other stuff I don't remember. The day my father was suppose to leave, my mother sudden tells him to take me with him. You'll have to take him to a meet sooner or later; sooner rather than later. Why not now? I know you two have been slacking off on your little leadership lessons... Father was not happy, to say the least, but he took me with him anyway. The trip there was quiet, and he was growing more and more irritated with me becuase we had to keep stopping. (I was young and not used to flying long distances.) We ended up being late to the meet, and that did not help me at all. Father was angry with me, but he tried not to show it.

The meet was terrifying; for me at least. I'd never been around so many large male draiks before, let alone draiks outside my clan. I hid under my father's wing most of the meet, not even listening to what the others were saying. A few of them would sternly glance in my direction occasionally, I felt like one of them was going just jump over here and eat me or something. Once I started thinking about that, I was even more scared. I wasn't confeident father would protect me from something like that, he'd probably welcome it; then his burden would be gone. I started to pay attention to what the others were saying just to get those thoughts out of my head, even though it was horribly boring. On the way back, father voiced all his feelings. He told me how weak I just made myself, and inturn him, look in front of every clan this side of the planet.

I trailed behind him the whole way back, doing my best to stay in the air, while he bellowed hate and disappointment at me. The next few weeks are a blur to me, the only thing I remember is coming home and going off somewhere to be alone. The next thing I remember is my mother acting happier than usualy; which isn't all that weird since she was always a birght beam of sunlight. What was odd about this time was that she went around telling clan members she was going to clutch soon. Mother was never this happy before she was about to clutch. My sisters were the only ones to survive from their clutch, and I was the only one to survive from mine four years later. All her clutches besides ours have all been unsucessful, and no one knows why.

I didn't see any reason for her to be so happy, we all knew how this was going to end. A few of us thought maybe she had just lost it, (since she had lost so many they thought maybe she'd gone a little nuts) others thought she was just being hopeful; I sort of thought both. A few days later, she laid four eggs, all alive; I suppose her hoping paid off.

Father's attitude towards me changed completely after he found out they were all alive. He was nice to me. He started taking me hunting with him (he'd usually leave me behind, I asumed he thought I'd mess up or something) and he'd talk to me; he would never speak to me unless there was no other way. There was no way someone like him would all of a sudden have a change of heart like that. It was obvious something was up, but what? I kept my suspicions to myself and acted like I was happy with him.

Father wasn't the only one who had changed; my older sisters, Maekae and Dalameer, all of a sudden started to ignore me completely. My sisters and I weren't close, at least that's what I thought, but when I'd walk near them, and they would get quiet and not even look in my direction. I told myself that this was some weird girl thing having to do with the clutch; I didn't want to have to look over my shoulder for them, too.
Father's odd behavior went on for weeks, and I started to think that maybe these feelings were real. But they weren't. As soon as the first egg hatched his old self came back for a split second; that disappointing stare he'd always gave me now was on his new daughter, Aruu. But apparently, I was the only one who noticed though, since all eyes were on the little female who stumbled around her mother. And mother, of course, was over joyed. I was now watching father carefulling, that little hatchling hasn't even done anything and father already seemed to dislike her. (It may have been because Aruu looked so much like me) Not even five hours after Aruu hatched, a second hatchling broke out of her shell. Yes, another female, Nahjira; father looked happy this time, but I believe he felt the same way. One of the last two eggs was not going to hatch; all the heat drained from it and we could no longer feel movement inside. Mother was crushed, and now feared for the last egg. Serprisingly, father was sad as well; he was either acting very well, or these feelings were true. Strange.

...Another hole in my memory; I believe the last egg hatched a few days later, my brother, Zayintal. I don't remember anything else significant for a few weeks. When Tal was a month old, though, I remember one day when he and my father were relaxing by one of the clearer ponds in our swamp. Father was lying upright and looked as if he'd just woken up, while Tal was fast asleep between his forearms. I wanted to talk to him about...something, I don't remember what. Anyway, when I approached them and father caught sight of me, I was greeted by a rummbling roar. Father turned and faced me in an instant, pushing Tal behind him so fast and hard I thought he had gotten hurt, his face twisted in a snarl. This is how parents would react to a threat when they're young are involved. A THREAT. I was frozen in place for a few moments then retreated to the very edge of our territory. I never went near father without mother around again.

Nothing really happened for a while after that. Serprisingly, Tal and I got along very well, dispite him being my opposite. Tal was very out-going and could really take charge of a situation; he was loud and always just had to made his presence known by any means. When he was alittle over a year old father started taking us hunting with him; I suppose I was sort of happy to know I could be near my brother without worrying about father ripping a limb off. Father went back to his old self, except when Tal was around he paid attention to me.

Najira and Aruu almost never came near me. In that last year I was with the clan they bearly said four sentances to me. Not kidding; they were afraid of me, I guess. I didn't know why, at the time, but it all became clear.

Our skies are very rarely clear enough to see the stars at night, but once or twice a year, we're lucky enough to see a blue moon. Blue moon nights were very important to my clan; we believed they brought good luck or something like that. Mother always told me stories that when a draik dies, if it's soul is good enough, it will join the stars in the sky, and make the moon shine brighter. What does this have to do with a blue moon? No idea. Anyway, my family was gathered around a large bon fire, as was every other little family in the clan around thier own fires, doing....I don't remember. I do rememeber that my family all of a sudden fell silent and looked over to me. I wasn't paying attention, though, until my father spoke to me. I don't recall his exact words, but he asked to speak with me alone. I agreed, and he lead me off into the woods.


...And that's the last memory I have of my mortal life. Eveything else is just..black. Not even blurred images.

He could feel the cold ground below him, the soft breeze slightly moving his mane; but he wasn't breathing. Rhadamanth laid there on his flank in a pool of his own blood, still gushing from a wound to his soft under belly. He tried to take a breath, but nothing came in, and his vision started to blur into darkness; Rhad began to panic silently, unable to move or make a sound.

-"So unfortunate," an arrogant voice hissed from behind. Rhad struggled to get up, but only succeeded in slightly moving his front legs and neck. It was then that he realized, still in his panicked state, that he couldn't hear or feel his heart beating. -"How does the saying go?" the voice asked him, knowing Rhad couldn't answer, "'Why must the good die young?'" The voice said in almost an 'I told you so' tone. Who ever it was, they were moving, prowling around Rhad in a circle like a predator sizing up it's prey. Rhad opened his mouth to try and speak, but still couldn't, but was able to turn his head to where the voice came from.

The figure was under the shade of some trees surrounding the small clearing, still circling the young dragon, but slower now. The figure had a long serpent-like body, nearly twice the size of Rhad, with thick armor-like scales. It's under belly was plated with a similar scale pattern of most snakes, and the design coving it's entire body was like an optical illusion. A nearly black ring, and light blue, a dark grayish blue, black again, making the serpent seem longer that it actually is; it almost hurt to look at it. Rhad tried to force his vision to focus, but the way the figure moved and the pattern coving it's body, its almost as if the serpent was purposely confusing him.

Rhad ended up following the serpent's body up to his head, were two, bright red iridescent orbs with pitch black slits were focused intently on him. The serpent stopped, and slithered closer to Rhad, still lying helpless on the stone cold ground. The serpent stopped only feet away from Rhadamanth's head, towering over him, and inhaled with his mouth wide open. Rhad half-heartedly struggled to move once more, still to no avail.

The serpent's forked discolored tongue tasted the air for what seemed like an eternity to Rhad, who thought maybe the serpent might try to swallow him. The serpent hissed in content, and leaned down to eye level with Rhad. As it turns out, this was not a snake. When it leaned down, two arms, very lizard-like with five fingers and claws, touched the ground as if to hold up the rest of it.

-"Wait, now" the serpent realized, irritated, "you're not quite dead yet. …You're spirit hasn't left you're body." Now the serpent seemed like he was in a hurry; He reared up, higher than before, to look around. Rhad felt even weaker than before, too weak to even attempt to take a breath. His vision faded out again, this time for good, while he slowly lost complete feeling in anything beyond his head; as if his body wasn't even there. The last thing he made out before his eyes involuntarily closed was the serpent; in the way of possibly the last light Rhad thought he'd ever see.


-"… Its been done?" Rhad's mother asked when Rhad's father returned; as if she had to ask. The scent of blood was all over him, even though he did his best to wash it off before he came back. He had a stern look on his face, like he almost regretted what he did, but everyone new he didn't. Dalameer, Rhad's eldest sister, laid with her head down between her claws and stared into the roaring fire they all sat around. She was against this deed from the start, but was too afraid of her father to really do anything about it. Rhadamanth's other sister, Maekae, looked like she would burst into tears any second; she wasn't told of what they were going to do to her beloved little brother until the day the plan was set into motion, the day her newest sibling, Tal, was born. Rhad's mother, lying contently near the fire was emotionless. His father laid down – more like dropped – next to her, his -disallowed_word-it was common for swamp draiks to hunt other predators; they will eat anything that doesn't eat them first) Carefully, Rhad's father instructed him to quietly creep around behind them and when he gave the signal, to attack the larger one – sleeping around a smaller one – from behind. Rhad was eager for his first unassisted kill (even though his father was instructing him, he would still be killing it by himself) and to make his father proud, so all his attention was on the large feline. He was about to pounce when—

-"Hello?" The ixi asked, waving a hand in front of his face, "You spaced out, I guess; I said you can get up now if you want." Rhad quickly came back to reality, and sat up. He didn't feel numb at all, and he was sure he could move all his limbs again. Stretching out his large wings, taking up most of the upper part of the room, he stood up and yawned. Glancing slightly to his left – also in the direction of the ixi girl – Rhadamanth spotted a large scar starting from his flank and running down to the middle of his under belly.

-"Oh, uh, don't worry about that; we fixed you up pretty well and the scar should be gone in no time. Not very many are as lucky as you, usually we have people walking out of here, even after we fixed them, with permanent scars. Oh, like last month we…" The girl rambled on. Rhad wasn't listening; he was staring in amazement at his wound. How could he miss something like that? It was deep and he should have died from blood loss alone, not to mention that there'd be nothing keeping his insides from spilling out.

-"Where am I?" The draik repeated, hoping for an answer.

-"Well, we don't know what it used to be called, but our master calls it Duwraith." She answered, walking over to the only door in the room. "Come on! Oh, and by the way, my name's Ameiru." She said cheerfully, holding the door open for him. Hesitantly and partially worried that his wound might split open, Rhad walked through the dark doorway into a one way hall. The hall's walls were the same color and texture as the walls back in the room, and the ceiling was arched up. On the ceiling Rhad could barely see the same odd carvings as on the door in the dim light. The hall had one dimly lit torch lighting it, and as they approached what seemed to be a dead end, Ameiru slipped infront of Rhadamanth, who took up half the space between the walls. She walked casually ahead of him, and just when Rhad thought she was about to walk into a wall, she turned left, into another almost completely black hallway. The dragon cautiously slowed down eventually to a stop in front of the dark path. Ameiru turned around, startling Rhad with her bright red glowing eyes.

-"..Aren't you coming?" she asked, as if the little ixi was completely unaware she was in pitch darkness. Rhad stood for a moment, and, after thinking if a little girl had no trouble doing it, so could he, he reluctantly followed. They walked in darkness and silence until a light from another branching hallway seemed to come towards them.

-"…Ameiru?" a woman's distant voice called.
-"Over here!" She shouted back, "Come on, Rhad!" she giggled to him, tugging on a lock of his mane to come forward. "You'll finally get the answers you want…" Ameiru added. Rhad, completely overlooking the fact that she new his name when he never told her, cautiously moved forward towards the light, which was now stationary.

-"…Ameiru, you and our guest are late." Holding the torch that the dim light was coming from, was an anthromorphic female horse. She may have been a uni, or a peophin, but it was too hard to tell in this light, even with the torch right there.

-"I know, I'm sorry. He woke up after you left for a few minutes, then passed out again." Ameiru said it like she had done something wrong, then smiled at Rhad.

-"Well, no matter. Come," she stepped aside and gestured for Rhadamanth and Ameiru. They went ahead of her and she walked behind them with the torch for several minutes. Then the small group came to a door, the woman placed the torch in a holder bolted to the wall, and opened the door. Rhad was relieved to step into a large room brightly lit by a giant silver chandelier. This room had smooth slate grey walls and a black marble tiled floor. The room was rectangular, Rhad standing at one of the far sides, with four doorways at each corner; the door they were standing infront of, one opposite to it – which was closed – and two archways on the other side of the room next to each other with no doors at all. On the two long walls, one on each side, were two long dark brown tables; each had candles on top and locked drawers on the sides. The woman walked infront of Rhad, and stood in the middle of the room. She was in fact a peophin, the tail common among that species swished lightly side to side, as if swimming. She was a bit less than 6 feet tall and had a slender build; her pelt was a grayish brown with lighter markings. Long, wavy, dark red hair spilled down her back and over her shoulders. Most of her body was covered by a black silky dress with dark red details and trims that ended just below her knees. On her arms were black arm warmers held up by a black strap. Her eyes didn't fit her at all; she was a sophisticated well-kept and seemingly harmless woman, but she had the eyes of a demon. Her eye 'whites' were pitch black, no light reflecting on them at all like pits that just kept going and going, and her irises were royal purple. She gestured for them to follow her to one of the hallways n the far side of the room. Rhad was relived to see light at the end of the short hall.

-"Excuse me," the woman said, walking next to him in the much larger hall, "I didn't introduce myself; my name is Saitire."

The next room was slightly smaller than the last room and there was no décor or furniture. The walls were stone again and much darker than before, but looked like marble, maybe obsidian. The floor was black and in the middle of the room, painted on the floor with some sort of silver substance, were three circles forming sort of a target. In the area between the outside circle and the edge of the second were markings like those carved on the doors and ceilings. The room had a feeling about it, not a good one; Rhad felt a chill run up his spine and he felt like he was being watched. The air in the room was noticeable cooler, and the temperature was dropping. On the other side of the room was a door that started to creak open. Saitire causally walked around the circle to meet whoever was coming through the door.

A deep rumbling in Rhad's throat startled Ameiru, who was standing next to him when the stranger slithered into the room.

-"…So you remember me." The serpent chuckled as he slithered next to Saitire. Rhad lowered his head and continued to growl; he wasn't so helpless now.

-"Hey, there's no need for that; I won't hurt you."

-"Rhadamanth," Saitire stepped in, "this is Aztii, he was the one who saved you—"

-"Saved me?" Rhad snarled, "he almost killed me!" Saitire stared for a moment, then looked back at Aztii angrily.

-"What did I tell you about doing that? You know you're only allowed to watch, not intervene." She snapped with her hands on her hips, as if scolding a child. Rhad's growling subsided, his anger replaced with confusion.

-"Hey, I did exactly what you told me to do, and I," the serpent turned towards Rhadamanth, the scaly hood that was once folded tightly against his neck, like it wasn't even there, now flared, "wasn't the one who gave you that gash; it was your fa—"

-"That's enough!" Saitire shouted. She grabbed one of his hood flaps and jerked him closer to her. Then she whispered, to low for Rhad to pick up, something to the serpent. The dragon subconsciously stepped closer to try and hear; he new something was going on that everyone but him new about.

-"…Oh, so you haven't told him yet." Aztii sighed. Saitire shook her head regrettably, then glanced pleadingly at Rhadamanth. The dragon was completely confused now.

-"…What? Told me what?" He demanded, partially hoping that they wouldn't tell him. The peophin took a step toward him, her hands folded in front of her, and took in a breath.

-"Rhadamanth, you are dead."

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