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Name: Vilentretenmerth
Nicknames: Vil, Villy
Age: 180
Gender: Male
Race: Mixed breed dragon - Western Red/Black
Height: 6' 2½"
Weight: 540 lbs
Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: Vil is outwardly the polar opposite of his twin in almost every respect. According to Villy, Vis reached out through his shell and absorbed Vil's capacity for doing evil before their eggs were even laid. That is a blatant lie, but no one has figured it out yet thanks to Vil's expertise in the acting field. Unfailingly helpful and friendly, he always has a kind word to spare or a shoulder to cry on, and he has a hard time turning anyone down when they're in need of assistance. He can be a bit of a goody two-shoes at times, but calling him that to his face can have nasty results. The only time he ever drops the act is when his brother is paying attention to someone else for more than ten minutes; when he feels that Vis is ignoring him, Villy becomes irritable, withdrawn and snappish.
Bio:
Vilentretenmerth and his brother Viserion lived with their mother, Enayla, in her swamp as children. Villy was the younger of the two, having emerged from his egg exactly three minutes after Viserion tried to crush it. The tough shell was all that saved him from being destroyed by the other hatchling. He had to fight for his life the second he was freed, and that was the first and only scuffle against his twin from which he purposely emerged victorious. That day he received the first of his many scars from his twin - his entire body is crossed and covered with them, making his bare skin resemble some kind of macabre patchwork quilt.

He didn't really mind his brother's constant violent outbursts. He was proud of the hundreds of scars Vis left on nearly every inch of his body and thought of them as brands meant to mark Villy as his own. It was only when he realized that Vis was using him for more selfish reasons - namely as a scratching post - that he decided to leave Vis behind.

He made his move after his father took the two of them in and started teaching them in his own twisted way what it meant to be a mixture of the two most malevolent species of dragons. Villy was unimpressed by the demonstrations of wanton destruction and pointless killing, so he left after a single week. He returned to his mother and stayed with her for a few more years. He finally set off when there was nothing more that she could teach him about runework, hunting, various languages and the art of hoarding.

He found a swamp of his own to inhabit and lived in happy seclusion for several decades, ignoring the war between vampires and humans that was brewing in the nearby country of Iifa. He didn't give a damn what they did, so long as they didn't bother him. There was no civilization around his swamp, so being bothered was never an issue anyway.

He knew that Vis was stalking him throughout the entire war; his brother tracked him down once a year and spied on him, but for a long time he ignored the annual visits since they only lasted for a week and Vis never tried to confront him. They did eventually start to get on his nerves though, and he told Vis that if he insisted on watching him he might as well stop doing it from a distance. He let his brother rejoin him and wound up following him when he went to Iifa. They claimed the mountain ranges surrounding Iifa's capital city as their own territory and lived there peacefully for several months.

Things took a turn for the worse when their father hinted he had plans to drop by Iifa to check up on them. Villy went down into the capital city by himself to do some shopping and, unfortunately, ran into his father on the way home. His father disliked him, both for what he perceived as 'corruption' of Viserion and for his very un-dragonlike dislike of harming others, and he sought to teach his son a lesson in how a dragon should behave. Vil was no match for his father's strength, speed and stamina, and without Viserion there to lend him a hand he was doomed. He was easily captured and beaten to a pulp; his father covered his entire body with bruises, broke both of his legs, one of his arms and a few of his ribs, tore deep gouges into his skin and left second-degree burns over large areas of his back. Effectively crippled, he was hauled off to an abandoned building, where he was further mutilated.

Runes carved into the back of his neck tweaked his appearance, hiding most of his scars behind a powerful concealing glamour. His hair was hacked to a considerably shorter length and his right eye badly damaged, making it useless; the blinded eye was bandaged initially and covered with an eyepatch after the physical damage healed. Thus disguised, he was sold into slavery at a closely monitored facility that his brother had never visited and was unlikely to stumble upon.

Weapons/Abilities:
Vil's main breath weapon is a highly corrosive acid and fire is his secondary. He dislikes using either in human form because he claims they leave a 'weird aftertaste' in his mouth, but he will if he feels threatened or loses his temper. His fingernails are more like claws, tough as diamonds, always razor-sharp and beautifully manicured. Hey, dragons can be vain too. His weight is compacted down from his normal body, though the huge difference between his brother's and his own is due to Vil's larger size when in his dragon form.

His most notable and dangerous ability manifests in odd ways and has yet to be witnessed by anyone other than his brother. Details are classified.
Appearance:
Dragon
Pre-slavery (on the right)
Enslaved