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[h1][color=silver]Jaelhorn Dragan[/color]
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[u]Species[/u]: Human
[u]Gender[/u]: Male
[u]Maturity[/u]: Adult

[u]Origin[/u]: Aion 
[u]Possessions[/u]: Royal Scepter of House Dragon - A powerful gold gem-covered artifact passed down Dragon bloodline and only usable by those within the very bloodline. The Scepter appears to be nothing more than an accessory, but the Scepter possesses the ability to amplify magical energies. Even someone less than a novice can conjure formidable spells with this weapon. Nowadays it is simply used to show off a priceless artifact to the plebians that get the chance to even lay eyes on it. 
[u]Abilities[/u]: Jaelhorn is ill-practiced in magecraft despite his heritage. His true power only being that of his authority over his empire. He knows a few basic spells for his convenience.

[u]Description[/u]: The Hume Empire has never in its history had an Emperor of the likes of Jaelhorn Dragan. He is incompetence personified and had achieved his position only due to the blood in his veins alone. His early life had been that of riches and anything he desired, spoiling the child and eventually creating an unfit childish ruler. Second and third order of effects mattered not to him. As long as he felt safe in his position, all else could wither and perish under his rule. If a rebellion were to be birthed it would likely be under his rule due to the many mistakes and foolishness Jaelhorn bore.

But this would come to a halt when Emperor fainted while seated on his majestic throne during the horrid events the Witch had produced. His help and advisor ran to his side, hoping their emperor did not fall to illness or worse yet, assassination… well maybe only a few. With a gasp, Emperor Jaelhorn awoke, alive and healthy, yet without his own mind. Instead, the taker of his body was a young reincarnated intern who had lost his life too soon when a disgruntled worker came into the office with a gun. Damon, as he was once known by, was shot dead as he walked out of the elevator with hands full of coffee orders made by those he worked with.

Now he's… Wait where was he? And why were these people looking at him like they were? AND WAIT! Why was he fat?!
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