Varvarus
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Fantasy The Draconis Kingdoms
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Latorrex
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Dirge, A construct of the silver caste infused with the soul fragments of 10,000 loyal soldiers long in times long since passed, is one of the immortal custodes tasked with being the first vanguards in times of peril, having most now either delved into the great slumber, waiting to be reawakened in times of need, or destroyed in the act of fulfilling their purpose. These custodes were harnessed to do one thing, to kill dragons tainted by the curse of sin which would twist the divine ones into horrid abominations of their former selves.
By harnessing the ancient power of lightning and the strength to shatter shield walls to splinters, the custodes fight to conquer the evils of sin.
Dirge however, is an anomaly; for it can speak among the old legion of the 600 custodes that silently marched into battle. It never knew why... a gift a purpose, it never understood why. "This one... is... Dirge." Was what it spoke when it chose its name.
Not soon after, it had begun to act on its own. It began to collect items on its travels. It would stop to stare into lands far and in between and sit for moments at a time. He spoke with his hollow brethren as the legion ventured onward.
He would name his brothers of the legion, Rath, Blade, Thair... and many others; but as they continued to steadily fall in the line of duty and new constructs replaced, he too would steadily cease to name his brothers.
Soon enough the legion's masters stopped replacing their costructs; Now, only 26 of the custodes can be found intact and ready to be called upon to serve.
Name: Dirge
Sex: none
Age: ???
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 350
Blood type: none
Race: Construct: Ancient Custodes
Shadow Dancer
One Thousand Club
Name: Indicus
Race: Black Dragon
Age: 956
Appearance: grey serpentine eyes, black scales with a small sheen of grey some covered in scratches and a scar on the back of his neck from The Great Flight Wars the scales there are the newest looking of them all
Equipment: uses his breath, magic and claws to fight but sometimes let a allied mortal ride on a leather saddle placed on his back.
Bio: Indicus was appointed as ambassador for the Black Dragons after The Great Flight Wars concluded. Though even after years out of the military he is still a very skilled fighter having honed his magical abilities through years of trial, error and desperation. He still remembers leading armies of his kin often to their deaths after having fought as a common combatant and rising through the ranks. His experience leading charges is what got him appointed in the first place. Now after years in the position he has started to inwardly despise the politics and bureaucracy though he knows never to say so.
Race: Black Dragon
Age: 956
Appearance: grey serpentine eyes, black scales with a small sheen of grey some covered in scratches and a scar on the back of his neck from The Great Flight Wars the scales there are the newest looking of them all
Equipment: uses his breath, magic and claws to fight but sometimes let a allied mortal ride on a leather saddle placed on his back.
Bio: Indicus was appointed as ambassador for the Black Dragons after The Great Flight Wars concluded. Though even after years out of the military he is still a very skilled fighter having honed his magical abilities through years of trial, error and desperation. He still remembers leading armies of his kin often to their deaths after having fought as a common combatant and rising through the ranks. His experience leading charges is what got him appointed in the first place. Now after years in the position he has started to inwardly despise the politics and bureaucracy though he knows never to say so.
Dusk
Junior Member
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Name: Eris Sharpwing
Race: Purple Dragon/Human
Age: 672
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Equipment: Dragon - Nothing. Feels good to fly free.
Human - A bag full of scrolls and tome books. A dagger for those pesky wolves.
Bio: Eris was the youngest daughter of a family consisting of her mother, father, and long-before-birth deceased elder brother. Her parents were two overtly bitter dragons with a strong disposition against the red queen for reasons unknown. Although they complained about the red queen whenever they got the chance, they were also too cowardly to do anything more than spew words. Eris did not get along with her parents well because of their differing views; her parents thought that a rebellion was in due time, Eris believed that they were two old, cranky dragons that needed their naps. Her only comfort in the neurotic household was her role-model, Frizz Firebrand, the old hero of legend and the greatest wizard of all time (in her eyes). She hoped that one day, she would be able to reach a skill level not unlike that of his.
Once she transgressed into adolescence, she bid her parents goodbye and left to study under a kindly old teacher who she had been observing for many years. She was best described as a diligent student at best, a bit of a nerd at worst. Eager to take on the form of her role-model, she asked him to teach her how to take on a mortal form. Surely there must be some reason why he is so powerful!? However, her first night as a human, she lost her left pinkie finger. Despite her teacher’s comforting that a mortal form is hard to control at first, she was still abashedly ashamed of losing it to a simple-minded creature such as a wolf.
She has since outgrown the dragon’s teachings, and visited and studied under many different teachers since. She has grown wiser and more mature as she grows old – yet there is still a childlike wonder and curiosity of the world that she cannot outgrow. Along with this is a desire long-old – to master the art of magic. There is still a thirst for knowledge that she knows cannot be fulfilled by any old dragon. When she heard news regarding the return of the old wizard, she packed her bags and followed the rumours of his arrival, wherever that may lead her.
Race: Purple Dragon/Human
Age: 672
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Equipment: Dragon - Nothing. Feels good to fly free.
Human - A bag full of scrolls and tome books. A dagger for those pesky wolves.
Bio: Eris was the youngest daughter of a family consisting of her mother, father, and long-before-birth deceased elder brother. Her parents were two overtly bitter dragons with a strong disposition against the red queen for reasons unknown. Although they complained about the red queen whenever they got the chance, they were also too cowardly to do anything more than spew words. Eris did not get along with her parents well because of their differing views; her parents thought that a rebellion was in due time, Eris believed that they were two old, cranky dragons that needed their naps. Her only comfort in the neurotic household was her role-model, Frizz Firebrand, the old hero of legend and the greatest wizard of all time (in her eyes). She hoped that one day, she would be able to reach a skill level not unlike that of his.
Once she transgressed into adolescence, she bid her parents goodbye and left to study under a kindly old teacher who she had been observing for many years. She was best described as a diligent student at best, a bit of a nerd at worst. Eager to take on the form of her role-model, she asked him to teach her how to take on a mortal form. Surely there must be some reason why he is so powerful!? However, her first night as a human, she lost her left pinkie finger. Despite her teacher’s comforting that a mortal form is hard to control at first, she was still abashedly ashamed of losing it to a simple-minded creature such as a wolf.
She has since outgrown the dragon’s teachings, and visited and studied under many different teachers since. She has grown wiser and more mature as she grows old – yet there is still a childlike wonder and curiosity of the world that she cannot outgrow. Along with this is a desire long-old – to master the art of magic. There is still a thirst for knowledge that she knows cannot be fulfilled by any old dragon. When she heard news regarding the return of the old wizard, she packed her bags and followed the rumours of his arrival, wherever that may lead her.
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Kenjinx
A Fallen Member
Mal'Grom Ironcleaver
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