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| Topic Started: Dec 6 2009, 12:05 AM (385 Views) | |
| Sarge | Dec 6 2009, 12:05 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Sergeant Dragon Type: Western European Age: 20 Gender: Male Clan: N/A (Wanderer, will probably have him join Juthivar) Clan position desired: Desired Magic: Shadow: Proficient Fire: Mastery Earth: Mastery Appearance: Sergeant is small, for his age. He is only about 10 feet high, and 18 feet long, with a 32 foot wingspan. It is unknown why his growth is stunted, but it may be due to genetics. His scales are a dull gray color, with darker gray stripes running under his eyes, along his back, and across his flanks, with his wings the same color as the stripes. His scales have none of the sheen that normal dragon scales have. While this isn't exactly something most dragons would brag about, Sergeant's dull scales and small size allow him to sneak and hide much better than other dragons. His browline is rather hard, and he always seems to be scowling. This is not helped by his eyes, which are an ice cold blue, and seem to lack any warmth. A set of ivory colored spikes run from the back of his head to the tip of his tail. Personality: Sergeant is a rather bitter, pessimistic dragon. He is very intelligent, but uses most of it for sarcasm, and has a very jaded outlook on life. This stems mostly from his small size and certain incidents from his past. Despite this, Sergeant isn't a listless loser who sits around doing nothing. He tries to better himself, and stays active, whether it be traveling, or trying to tackle larger prey. While he doesn't particularly like company, he is a good, if sarcastic, friend to those he finds he likes, though it can take some time for him to warm up to someone. Sergeant tends to warm up to females faster than males, and usually harbors a distrust of those he meets. History: Sergeant was born outside of the lands of Selzar, to the black-scales Kinari, and gray-scales Eridor. From birth, Eridor was anxious to raise a strong, powerful son, in his image. He even named his son after himself; Sergeant's name was originally Courmag. As soon as he was old enough, Sergeant underwent a strict physical and magical training program from his father. Eridor wanted his son to master powerful magic, so he started teaching his son fire, earth, and shadow magic. Kinari had concerns about pushing young Courmag to hard, but Eridor was adamant. Courmag's training started off rather well, but soon, his parents noticed something odd about him. Courmag was growing slower than usual... much slower. In fact, by the time Courmag was 12 years old, he was only 6 feet high. Courmag's father realized that his son would be a midget, a runt. A weakling. And he grew angry. He grew so angry that he eventually released it on the one other dragon he could blame other than himself: his 'beloved' mate, Kinari. Courmag's mother. And so, one day, Courmag watched, terrified, as his father viciously attacked his mother. Courmag listened to the screams, watched the blows, and watched as his father floored his mother with a blow to the neck. Eridor then turned his murderous attention to his son, who did the only thing he could do. He ran. Eridor would have caught him, if Kinari hadn't used her last breath to distract Eridor with a burst of flame. Her son, as he fled for his life, glanced back at the scene as she did this, and watched his mother die protecting her son. He kept running. Eventually, he collapsed, and started sobbing. He sobbed for hours, days; he didn't count; before slowly laying down on the cool grass and crying himself to sleep. The next day, he woke up, eyes dry, if red. He found a stream, and looked himself over, noting without any intrest the dullness in his eyes. After staring at his reflection for gods know how long, he jumped into the air and started flying. And he kept flying. He didn't stop for food or water, or anything. He just flew. Eventually, his burning wings could not hold him up any longer, and he fell to the ground, landing hard. With no motivation to pick himself up, he simply lay there, and eventually fell unconscious. When he woke again, he found himself staring at a strange, flat and paled face, soft-skinned biped, with two arms, and strange coverings. The young dragon would have been more surprised when he understood the creature ask if he was alright if he hadn't been dead on the inside. The creature asked the dragon his name. After a moment's thought, the dragon replied that he had none. The creature looked him over, and asked him when was the last time he had eaten. The dragon shrugged weakly and answered in months. The creature was silent for a while, before offering the dragon food and shelter back at its town. When the human, who was a sergeant in the town's guard, arrived in town with the dragon, everyone stopped their work and stared at the strange beast before them. The townsfolk gave the dragon and the sergeant a wide berth, until they came to a butcher's shop. The sergeant went inside to buy some food, leaving the dragon to wait outside, in the middle of the crowd of townspeople gathered at a safe distance from him. He looked around with a dead expression, until one child broke away from his horrified mother's grasp and walked up to the dragon, staring up at him, and the dragon stared back with his dead eyes at the young boy. The child reached out a small hand and patted the dragon's nose. The dragon blinked. The next 4 years of the dragon's life were some of the best he had ever lived. The towns people eventually grew to befriend and trust the dragon, allowing him to stay as long as we wanted. They even gave him a name; Sergeant, because he spent most of the first months in the town following the sergeant who had found him around. Sergeant was at first deeply saddened by the humans' short lifespan, and the deaths of many of his first human friends took a heavy toll on him. He eventually grew to accept this, and while the deaths of his friends saddened him, he looked forward to making new companions in the next human generation. He was even given a position of a sergeant, along with his own squad of men, in the town lord's forces. He served with distinction, using his sharp mind, superior strength, and magical abilities to defend the humans who had given him so much. But while he could defend against human armies, Sergeant had never faced a full-sized dragon. During his 5th dragon year in the human town, a large, red dragon attacked, quickly destroying the soldiers who marched out to stop him. Sergeant, his squad among the first destroyed, flew up to meet the dragon, attacking him several times, causing the red dragon to chase him. Sergeant managed to lead him away, but once the red dragon caught up with Sergeant, he simply swatted the midget out of the sky. Sergeant landed hard and blacked out immediately. When he woke up, he looked to the town and saw it burning. He didn't need to go over there to know that all of the humans who had accepted him and given him a home were dead. He stared at the town well after the fires burned themselves out. After a while, he closed his eyes for a moment, a single tear leaking through, before turning his back to his shattered life and took off to find new lands. Sergeant is currently in the land of Selzar, and wandering rather aimlessly. He happens to be heading towards the lands of the Juthivar clan. Picture: Other: Sergeant is a very good tactician, having served in an organized army. Edited by Sarge, Mar 24 2010, 01:44 PM.
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| Kari | Dec 6 2009, 12:12 PM Post #2 |
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Oh, excellent. I excepcted no less from you, SMJ! XD You even stuck to your military preferences. XD Approved. |
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| Sarge | Dec 6 2009, 12:19 PM Post #3 |
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Heehee. |
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