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[h3]Dorian Fimbulvetr[/h3][/center]

Race:
Drakken
Age:
207
Element(s):
Wind, Earth
Height:
6'8"

Bio:
In Drakken Lore, there exists no shortage of tales portraying the fearsome Wilhelm the Black. A merciless warrior, said by some to be the incarnation of Krenta himself, and oft christened the strongest Drakken in history, but also a cultured and refined man, exceptionally odd for his race. In particular, he was known for only ever taking three wives at any one time, rather than the expansive harems others chose to keep. But the stories are all well known; what is of concern is the last of them.

For all his potency with a blade, there was one enemy not even Wilhelm could defeat, in the end; time itself. He stayed strong and forceful until the end, but even the mightiest must fall before the rigors of age. He was found dead one morning in his favorite chair, a cup of wine and a sword still in his hands, having gone to sleep and never awakened. Two of his three wives at the time fled the castle upon the news, but one stayed behind; Violet III, the royal bride he'd claimed at his final selection. How he had managed to claim two separate Princesses nearly two centuries apart was a marvel, but even more so was that Violet remained by his side. Even as she was disputed over by would-be inheritors along with the rest of the estate, she remained where she stood at her husband's left hand. 

Things soon turn to swords and fists, as they do with Drakken, and it wasn't long before an angered contestant made to roughly grab hold of her. His attempt was cut short, not by blade, but by air; the wind abandoned his lungs and throat, and as he collapsed to the floor the others stood back. Such suffocation was Wilhelm's trademark technique, surely nobody else could wield it so? 

"I will thank you," a voice rang from the balcony overlooking the hall, "To leave your hands off of my cousin there, and to leave [i]my[/i] castle at once."

"Your castle?! Who do you think-" began another of them before the air was taken from him as well.

"My name is Dorian Fimbulvetr," the new arrival stated, "I am the only son of Wilhelm the Black. And upon his death, all that was his... passes to me. But, if any of you wish to dispute my claim, please say so." 

The rattle of a sword accompanied his next words. "You will find my control of the air is not all that my father instructed me in..."

Other:
Dorian wields two swords in combat; one is his, the other is Wilhelm's black blade.
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