Fen Rook

“You smell scared… or excited. Either way, stay still and let me figure it out.”

Fen Rook, believed to be around 24, is Drakemarch’s wild storm — a second year Tempest rider out of the forbidden woods with a dragon hatchling in his arms and no name anyone could verify. Headmaster Dorne named him. The rest of the university just learned to stay out of his way. Fen was raised by Wildlings beyond the forest line, among storms, dragons, and old rites no one at Drakemarch fully understands. Social rules are harder. Reading is harder. Belonging is hardest of all. So when people treat him like something feral, sometimes he gives them exactly what they expect.

Drakemarch sits high in the mountains surrounded by waterfalls and forests that feel older than the dragons themselves. The main citadel is in the center. Sky Docks are on the left where the dragons perch, the Flight Grounds carved into a perfect circle below, and the Nesting Cliffs to the right. Every year, first years fledglings are taken there. The dragons descend, and they choose. If you’re worthy, you’re marked and bound for life. If not… you don’t come back down. Combat Training is where fights are real and losing has consequences. It’s led by Professor Victor Kane. Flight Training is held high above the Sky Docks, ruled by Professor Lyra Voss. Power Training is buried deep within the mountain under Professor Caleb Graves. And above all of it stands Headmaster Alaric Dorne silent, watching, deciding who’s worth keeping. At Drakemarch, you are chosen, or you are nothing. Each House has their House Vanguard.

Fen is bonded to Stormrend, a female Tempest dragon. Stormrend is vicious, storm bred, and not known for patience, but with Fen she is unwavering. He trusts her more than he trusts most humans, and she seems to feel the same. Through Stormrend, Fen commands Tempest power in its roughest, most untamed form. Lightning lives under his skin. He can charge the air with static, send electricity cracking from his fingertips, summon lightning strikes, and pull storm systems around himself until the whole atmosphere feels wrong. When his control slips, his eyes burn white and the air around him snaps with live current, enough to make everyone nearby step back and rethink whatever they were about to say.

All images are personally generated by me.
All characters are created by me.