An alt of
Sarbiton.
Background Information
The draconic betrayer.
There is a story given down to through the generations, the legend when dragons walked the earth and sky.
Once, dragonswere more prolific creatures. In a plane far away existed their haven; amongst the races of men and elves were dragons. Each of them much akin to a giant lizard, theres was a race of genetically diversity. Though many had different head shapes, wings or not, from different scales to varied wings they all shared a long body and scales. All were invariably born with an ego befitting of a creature up to 20 feet long that could use their intelligence and strength to any advantage. Their one weakness was a slow breeding rate, for the dragons could create offspring in themselves and didn't wish to devote their time to compassion.
One dragon was more introverted and less hasty to prove his ego to others. Whilst still as cruel and arrogant as his kin, he took to devoting his time to studying the lesser races. He wanted the humans and elves merely for enjoyment. Their passion and mortality interested him and watching their lives run on was both endearing and helped to bolster his ego. In truth, he grew to like the mortals though such affection was barely above what he'd feel for a pet that could have free will.
He saw much in them that his kin lacked; humility, compassion, the love for family. Were it not for him overhearing one of his brothers making an offhand comment that he were a xenophile, perhaps he would not have resorted to tearing the offending party's jaw off his face. He decided that this was a perfect excuse to hunt his brethren for a perceived slight, in order to take their wealth for his own and prove his power over them.
At first none believed that another dragon had the audacity to murder his brothers but after several increasingly violent deaths they began to realise the severity of the betrayal. Even though they hunted their betrayer he would turn it into a game of predator and prey, hunting them down after laying false clues in order to devour them. When they eventually did catch him, such was his conceited fury that he slew his captors and fled, taking his weath with him in order to spend time with those he had more respect for.
So the legend goes.
The kin-murderer; Basic profile
Orzhol is supposedly the legend of a killer of his own kind, fled after turning on his own kind for his distaste for them. Whilst he can't avoid acting in a similar way (and truly embraces his heritage more often than not) he prefers himself to be alive rather than dead. Physically and socially he has acquired a taste for mortals. They not only stimulate his senses and make him feel at ease and relaxed but he also finds them to be quite nutritious. At best he treats mortals with respect, at worse they arise a terrible ire within the proud beast.
Dragons themselves are a marvel to behold. Orzhol is capable of flight with a large wingspan and his body is highly resistant to damage from attacks, nigh impervious to mundane mortal weapons and even bullets will not wound him much. Paired with a slow but noticable regenerative ability, dragons are terribly potent predators. They aren't versed in magic, cosmic power and he himself can't breathe fire (a rare one or two dragons actually can, which earned their throats being torn out) but it is hardly needed. They also boast a healthy magic resistance; their minds are hardened to the fact that a mortal throwing flames about can actually do them harm, to the degree that this belief is manifested and rebukes magic easily.
Orzhol's goals are simple. Enjoy life, eat good food, piss off other dragons.
Vital stats:
Name: Orzhol
Age: An unknown concept.
Height: 53'3" from head to tail, stands at 22.5 feet tall at the shoulders.
Weight: In excess of 12,000lbs~
Gender: Neutral, prefers male pronouns
Appearance:
The dragon is comprised mostly of an elongated, thin body that extends from a somewhat humanoid torso into a tail that sweeps into a pair of powerful legs that give dragons digitigrade movement. His shoulder sweep down and give off a sleek physique. Whilst most dragons do have claws, Orzhol's claws are notably long; talons on the end of each of his two claws that measure almost once and a half as much as his actual hand with the durability to claw through plated armour. His scales are shades of electric blue, edging towards lighter shades which contrast with his orange slit-like eyes.
His wings contain a plethora of feathers to help him stay aloft in the air though he usually remains on all fours on the floor. Though he is perfectly capable of standing on his hind legs, he is not wont to do this for prolongued periods of time. Dragons do have exceptionally potent muscles (and a bone structure both strong and capable enough to support their vast weight) but it is more for comfort and style.
Both eyes are on the front of his face, a sign of a predator. An elongated muzzle sticks out from his face and rows of inwardly facing teeth line his jaw. He has little in terms of visible ears, though two pairs of horns stick out backwards from his head. The other are raised forward on his forehead, to the sides of his temples. His voice is deep but strong.
Vore:
The dragon can and will eat you. Anal vore doesn't take his fancy and he has no penis nor womb to speak of, so primarily oral. Definitely a predator but surprisingly fond of interraction as well.