Dragorian
Legacy Name: Dragorian

His relationship with Jokull Darke was one of those chance meetings in the classroom. The realization that your pen is out of ink, the need to borrow from your neighbor one desk over. They were both drawn to visuals, Jokull to the wonders captured in a photograph and Dragorian in the awe-inspiring dips and rises in a quarterly returns chart. He knew from a young age that he would go into business. What most found dull was the cream in his coffee. Yet he had great respect for the arts. He had a fine eye for art despite his severe limitations in producing it. He could tell at a glance which color and font combinations would draw the eye of investors and how to make a gallery space both inviting and chic.

His partnership with Jokull proved a match made in heaven.

Each is the opposite of the other, the yin and the yang coming together to create harmony. When Jokull takes a nature appreciation trip with his wife Icelyn, Dragorian will be working in the background to ensure next week's gala event will be one to grace the front pages of the Subeta Tribune. When Jokull calls in a panic at 3:00 a.m., utterly convinced an entire season's worth of work is worthless, it is Dragorian who talks him down and helps him to reconsider his considerable talent. On the other hand, many a time it is Jokull luring a reluctant Dragorian out of his posh office to enjoy a Cosmopolitan at the Bhakoru Bar or take in the latest production of the Celinox Theater Company.

On those rare nights when Dragorian is not working, he can be found lounging in his posh apartment in downtown Centropolis. His bachelor pad has been featured twice on the cover of Influencers of Subeta. It has all the modern conveniences, done up in daring contrasts of black and dark purple with here and there a bright teal accent. Izarra has her own bedroom complete with a mini fridge and a minion-sized treadmill. Dragorian spares no expense on his minion, for she is his baby.

The feature that sold him on this particular location is a safe room he was able to convert into a vault better than the ones at Subeta Bank. An ancient dragarth guarding her trove has nothing on Dragorian when it comes to keeping Jokull's most valuable original prints safe.

Tonight he relaxes on the sectional sofa (imported all the way from Shengui Guo.) The Winter Solstice show is only three weeks away and Dragorian is spending nearly every waking hour focusing on those finishing touches that will earn his gallery the funding needed to add a Contemporary Sculptures wing.

Icelyn has just emailed samples of the latest batch of Jokull's brilliantly executed northern lights series, along with her own descriptive paragraphs of each piece. Jokull's wife is as skilled a writer as he is a photographer. Dragorian does a bit of click-and-drag, finalizing the brochure that will be distributed to local businesses in hopes of drawing more sponsors, hopeful young artists and members of the general public to the event. Tomorrow, he will go through his templates and determine the best frame styles for those prints that Jokull and Icelyn have not found the time to frame.

His personal assistant Glacida sends proofs for some of Dragorian's other clients. None have Jokull's star power but all are still respected artists in their own rights.

He returns a quick word of thanks to Glacida, along with the brochure and notes for how to print and distribute. Dragorian well knows the value of someone who can type up sixty pages and soothe an irate potato sculptor before she's even had her first cup of coffee. He makes a mental note to give Glacida not only a raise but a bottle of her favorite chardonnay on her next work anniversary.

Evening slips into night. Dragorian shuts down his laptop at last.

The welcome warmth of the fire and the taste of chamomile tea lull him into a half-trance in which he idly daydreams about those boyhood adventures in which he and Jokull so readily indulged. Both are well satisfied with their lives yet even the happiest and most successful person comes upon those rare moments where they let inhibitions float away and exist in a world of fantasy born from the imagination of two boys who see the confines of the playground as a new and strange planet worth exploring.

~Credits~

Profile by: Ringo
Extra Code by: Yuzu
Edited by: Chrysariel
Story by Pureflower
Overlay by: EmphasisMine
Recolor Overlay by: Necolasa
Twinkling Stars by: giphy
Wall and Floor by: Darkmoon_Art Pixabay
Window frame by: AnnaliseArt Pixabay
City View by: carloyuen Pixabay
Couch by: OpenClipart-Vectors Pixabay
Pillows by: KindPng
Table by:PNG-Pic
Crystals by: PNG Mix
Ceramic Pots by: allen + roth
Plants by: avalontree Pixabay
Lamp by: Jazella Pixabay
Glows by: Roblux


Thanks to User not found: cauld for letting me adopt him~ <3