Drakos - The rise of the Dragon
Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 12:00 am
Basic Info
Name: Drakos
Aliases: None for the moment.. this is likely to change though
Gender: Male
Race: Aasimar with Celestial, Fey, and Draconic blood.
Age: Unknown
Profession: Freelance Mercenary and Druid
Languages: Common, Druidic, Celestial, and Draconic he speaks fluently.
Accent: Speaks Common with a deep rumbling voice not common in a half-blood celestial.
Physical Info
Height: Slightly larger than the average Aasimar.
Weight: The same.
Body build: Average.
Skin: A deep Red and slightly scaled.
Hair: White eyebrows, and short hair that is a mix of green and blue.
Tattoos: A black tattoo stylistically representative of a dragon on his face.
Equipment
Has taken to wearing some solid armour with fanciful markings and attachments all coloured primarily in reds, greens, and blues, with markings of black and white.
Wields a scimitar and carries a large shield.
Personality
Alignment: Neutral Evil to start with, although recent behaviour and good deeds suggests a drift towards neutrality. However, as he gains power the evil side may become more dominant.
Arrogant and sometimes overbearing.
Very loyal to friends, terrible to enemies
Sometime playful to the point to insanity. His idea of fun is to get drunk and charge into the Abyss against all common sense. A wise, but stupid person some may say - certainly a paradox. Possibly something in his past that drives him to suicidal behavour.
A lack of respect for authority, but generally knows how far he can push things.
History
Born on Marran ((own D&D gameworld)) to an Elven woman. The father unknown although suspected to be of angelic origin. His mother was a druid and raised Drakos (not his original name) to be her successor caring for the Grove of their people. Treated kindly by the elves despite his strange colouring, which the elves took to be a blessing of some kind from the gods.
When he was young, in his 40s, his people were attacked by an Orc raiding party. While the raid was successfully repelled a stray arrow took her in the heart. Drakos who was near her rushed to her aid, but the wound was fatal. She did manage to say a few words to Drakos before she died:
"Father... angel. My great-grandfather, dragon... my grandmother, fey... you are more mixed blood than you know."
Full of grief and no longer knowing his place in the multiverse he decided to seek out his fate.
He changed his name to Drakos in honour of his great-great-grandfather's legacy and became determined to learn more of this powerful heritage.
In order to learn more about his celestial heritage he sought, and found a way to Mercuira. He joined up with the armies there in order in order to fight evil (in those days he was still a goodly person). As time went by he became more and more disillusioned with a life of good while at the same time his studies taught him more and more about the power of dragons.
He began to see the goodness around him as being self-serving. The pious sentiments of the priests and others began to grate on his nerves, and most annoying was the goodly druids who lived there who were unable to understand or empathise with him.
Slowly, but surely, he began to fall. Nothing in his actions as such, but sometimes in his speech he became more harsh and unforgiving of those he considered to be fools.
Finally he recognized that if he stayed in Mercuria he would soon say or do something that would cause him problems and needed to find a new home. One where he could be himself and continue his quest for understanding his heritage. Somewhere where he would not be treated as being different, because everyone is different... and thus he came to Sigil.
Now in Sigil he has made several comrades, maybe even friends who accept him and do not judge him. He is even beginning to mellow a little bit, although he is still driven.
He feels that he is getting close to understanding his heritage now though and drawing on those powers. Already his skin has hardened, resistant to damage from everything not made from Cold Iron. And his druidic studies have shown him that there is a way to transform into a mighty dragon... he seeks the wisdom and understanding to achieve this, but a time will come soon when the dragon inside him will awaken, then let those who treat him badly tremble with fear!
Name: Drakos
Aliases: None for the moment.. this is likely to change though
Gender: Male
Race: Aasimar with Celestial, Fey, and Draconic blood.
Age: Unknown
Profession: Freelance Mercenary and Druid
Languages: Common, Druidic, Celestial, and Draconic he speaks fluently.
Accent: Speaks Common with a deep rumbling voice not common in a half-blood celestial.
Physical Info
Height: Slightly larger than the average Aasimar.
Weight: The same.
Body build: Average.
Skin: A deep Red and slightly scaled.
Hair: White eyebrows, and short hair that is a mix of green and blue.
Tattoos: A black tattoo stylistically representative of a dragon on his face.
Equipment
Has taken to wearing some solid armour with fanciful markings and attachments all coloured primarily in reds, greens, and blues, with markings of black and white.
Wields a scimitar and carries a large shield.
Personality
Alignment: Neutral Evil to start with, although recent behaviour and good deeds suggests a drift towards neutrality. However, as he gains power the evil side may become more dominant.
Arrogant and sometimes overbearing.
Very loyal to friends, terrible to enemies
Sometime playful to the point to insanity. His idea of fun is to get drunk and charge into the Abyss against all common sense. A wise, but stupid person some may say - certainly a paradox. Possibly something in his past that drives him to suicidal behavour.
A lack of respect for authority, but generally knows how far he can push things.
History
Born on Marran ((own D&D gameworld)) to an Elven woman. The father unknown although suspected to be of angelic origin. His mother was a druid and raised Drakos (not his original name) to be her successor caring for the Grove of their people. Treated kindly by the elves despite his strange colouring, which the elves took to be a blessing of some kind from the gods.
When he was young, in his 40s, his people were attacked by an Orc raiding party. While the raid was successfully repelled a stray arrow took her in the heart. Drakos who was near her rushed to her aid, but the wound was fatal. She did manage to say a few words to Drakos before she died:
"Father... angel. My great-grandfather, dragon... my grandmother, fey... you are more mixed blood than you know."
Full of grief and no longer knowing his place in the multiverse he decided to seek out his fate.
He changed his name to Drakos in honour of his great-great-grandfather's legacy and became determined to learn more of this powerful heritage.
In order to learn more about his celestial heritage he sought, and found a way to Mercuira. He joined up with the armies there in order in order to fight evil (in those days he was still a goodly person). As time went by he became more and more disillusioned with a life of good while at the same time his studies taught him more and more about the power of dragons.
He began to see the goodness around him as being self-serving. The pious sentiments of the priests and others began to grate on his nerves, and most annoying was the goodly druids who lived there who were unable to understand or empathise with him.
Slowly, but surely, he began to fall. Nothing in his actions as such, but sometimes in his speech he became more harsh and unforgiving of those he considered to be fools.
Finally he recognized that if he stayed in Mercuria he would soon say or do something that would cause him problems and needed to find a new home. One where he could be himself and continue his quest for understanding his heritage. Somewhere where he would not be treated as being different, because everyone is different... and thus he came to Sigil.
Now in Sigil he has made several comrades, maybe even friends who accept him and do not judge him. He is even beginning to mellow a little bit, although he is still driven.
He feels that he is getting close to understanding his heritage now though and drawing on those powers. Already his skin has hardened, resistant to damage from everything not made from Cold Iron. And his druidic studies have shown him that there is a way to transform into a mighty dragon... he seeks the wisdom and understanding to achieve this, but a time will come soon when the dragon inside him will awaken, then let those who treat him badly tremble with fear!