11-06-2016, 09:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-07-2016, 02:01 AM by DarkAurion98.)
Name: Felicrox
Species: Fire/Ash dragon
Sex: Male
Gender: Alpha
Age: 180 (approx. 30 or so in human years)
Characteristics: Fire/ash dragons are also a rare race among the scaly species, usually outnumbered in most places by peaceful lineages. They are "born" from the fiery ashes that rest after explosions of sacred volcanos, like mount Elios'k, one of the few sources of the vehement warriors. Felicrox is a dark red dragon, with crimson and golden birth marks that draw tribal lines, resembling magma streams on back and chest. His alpha role justifies his big size, and his duty as early commander of the eternal ashes clan.
In human form he is a tall man, tanned skin with black tribal marks on places mentioned before. His broad body is followed by a short, black hair with crimson touches, and almost glowing bright green eyes.
Job: Hunter - Commander.
Felicrox has been fighting his thoughts for days now, his clan reduced to a dangereous number, threatening their existance in nature. All a tragic result of infortunate events confronting clans over vengeance.
It all started with an ancient force, one day betrayed by strongs warriors, most of them fire dragons, who banished "it" from earth realm. In a dark, desolated place, the mysterious creature awaits for its opportunity. The time when thirst for revange would be sated. Centuries flew by, watching the entity gaining force day after day.
What happens in the present? A barrier breaks, a portal giving access to a thing that observed the entire realm for years. Even its distants poles, like snow dragon's home. Without delay, a plan took place, with an amorphous black essence taking the form of an innocent white hunter, flying fast to fire lands.
Where the scouting of the young, copied hunter was clumsy, the moves of the shapeshifter were fast. Thousands of killing skills covered under the image of a childish snow warrior. With strenght also superior, he reached his destiny quickly, stealthy giving end to dozens of the eternal ashes.
He made sure to be seen, he made sure to leave a trail to icy depths, he made sure to take the form of an elderly snow noble after, leading the previously duplicated scout into an easy place to be taken by hurt fire dragons. Yes, he made sure to hide in the shadows after that, planning his next move.
All the events lead to a now frustrated Felicrox, making his way to the chambers, prepared to spill fire from his mouth. He instead froze at the entry of the room where omegas were captive. Not by the young soldier he still thinks killed his brothers on fire, but by the breath-taking creature fighting against the ropes.
Light?
Species: Fire/Ash dragon
Sex: Male
Gender: Alpha
Age: 180 (approx. 30 or so in human years)
Characteristics: Fire/ash dragons are also a rare race among the scaly species, usually outnumbered in most places by peaceful lineages. They are "born" from the fiery ashes that rest after explosions of sacred volcanos, like mount Elios'k, one of the few sources of the vehement warriors. Felicrox is a dark red dragon, with crimson and golden birth marks that draw tribal lines, resembling magma streams on back and chest. His alpha role justifies his big size, and his duty as early commander of the eternal ashes clan.
In human form he is a tall man, tanned skin with black tribal marks on places mentioned before. His broad body is followed by a short, black hair with crimson touches, and almost glowing bright green eyes.
Job: Hunter - Commander.
Felicrox has been fighting his thoughts for days now, his clan reduced to a dangereous number, threatening their existance in nature. All a tragic result of infortunate events confronting clans over vengeance.
It all started with an ancient force, one day betrayed by strongs warriors, most of them fire dragons, who banished "it" from earth realm. In a dark, desolated place, the mysterious creature awaits for its opportunity. The time when thirst for revange would be sated. Centuries flew by, watching the entity gaining force day after day.
What happens in the present? A barrier breaks, a portal giving access to a thing that observed the entire realm for years. Even its distants poles, like snow dragon's home. Without delay, a plan took place, with an amorphous black essence taking the form of an innocent white hunter, flying fast to fire lands.
Where the scouting of the young, copied hunter was clumsy, the moves of the shapeshifter were fast. Thousands of killing skills covered under the image of a childish snow warrior. With strenght also superior, he reached his destiny quickly, stealthy giving end to dozens of the eternal ashes.
He made sure to be seen, he made sure to leave a trail to icy depths, he made sure to take the form of an elderly snow noble after, leading the previously duplicated scout into an easy place to be taken by hurt fire dragons. Yes, he made sure to hide in the shadows after that, planning his next move.
All the events lead to a now frustrated Felicrox, making his way to the chambers, prepared to spill fire from his mouth. He instead froze at the entry of the room where omegas were captive. Not by the young soldier he still thinks killed his brothers on fire, but by the breath-taking creature fighting against the ropes.
Light?