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@King Tai

Waiting for the RP to progress a bit.
@BookGirl1993 could the mark be that of a dragon?
That can work, yeah, thanks
@Arcalept

Could there be a rogue male witch with dragon related powers for his magic?
@BookGirl1993

So would a warlock with dragon magic be acceptable? dragon magic refering to powers/transformations related to a dragon.


@BookGirl1993
What are the guidelines for warlocks and their magic?

Edit: And for the warlock mark, what particular would be a mark, like a tattoo of some sort? Or would it be some inhuman feature
Interesting, are all magic users have to be witches? Or is witch used as a general term?
@Gentlemanvaultboy

I gave a bow to the butler, and then to the stranger shining his light to me. After entering I briefly admired the fine architecture of the interior home, before turning to the two strangers. "Do either of you know where this is?" I asked, blinking with my candle-like, crimson eyes.
"Get out! Out of my store you filthy reptil-" shouted a man's voice, cut off as the building he was in bursted in flames. I would walk out if the burning building, grumbling as I looked to the full moon above. My tail would coil behind me, ignoring the panicked store owner, a pale elf that was running out through the back door in horror. My trance ended when I heard a different scream, I ran to the source, an alleyway. I'd stop as my glowing eyes revealed a guard being drained by the fangs of a vampire. About five of the bloodsuckers were around the man armed only with a pike. "Oi!" I shouted as I drew closer to the group of scum, a black rapier forming in my right hand. The vampire that was drinking the guard dropped him and darted towards me with speeds impossible for the human eye to catch. Despite the impossible speed my tail would have thrashed against the side of the charging vampire, forcing him through a brick wall. I'd walk over to the creature of the night and debris. I heard one of his friend rush to me, my tail would catch and coil at the neck, constricting the second monster like a snake. As I held down the second one, id strike the first attacker's heart with the rapier, an instant death for his kind. His body would coil and shrivel like a slug over salt immediately. Flames erupted from the scales of my tail, the constricted vampire would scream, or at least attempt to. I turned to the remaining three who looked at me with horrified faces, it was satisfying to see such creatures shrivel in fear, the irony was amusing. Id begin to walk over, two of the three got into a fighting stance, however they were both suprised as they were blasted by my burning breathe, bathing in flames they'd flail about before collapsing. The last one would run into the nearby woods, as fast as a bullet. "Get back here!" I shouted. Dropping the vampire from my tail who was still alive, barely, writhing in fire with the other two. I'd dart off trying to find his scent. Stopping by a tree every now and then to taste the air with a forked tongue. The third time I tried this, his scent was gone altogether, in fact I could smell nothing from my previous attempts, as if I was in a whole new area. Paranoid my wings would stretch and I would dart above the tree line. Nothing but trees could I see. Miles and miles of barren forest. I couldn't see the village, the fields, or even the mountains I previously saw. I became confused, lost, and worried. I would turn about every direction in the air. Nothing. I was tempted to burn down the whole forest out of spite, perhaps then id fine something. Before I could weave my flames, I noticed a light source from the corner of my eye. Turning I saw a manor, I immediately noticed its ancient technology(modern technology is considered ancient and rare in ragnarok universe.) someone so wealthy was able to have such an ancient and expensive home, surely I wasn't lost in the middle of no where after all. I'd swoop down to the door of the manor, giving it a firm knock.
Alias/Name: Fafnir Sigurd.
Age: 2,034 years old.
Gender: Male
Appearances
Human: 7'0", usually wearing a helmet with armor. Also always has a dragon tail and wings in this form.

Dragon:
Red scales, black underbelly.

Personality: Being a drakken, his personality is as contradicting as his existence, he suffers from pride, greed, and wrath, but also tries to be chivalrous, honorable, and respectful to others. However he is easily agitated.

Universe: Ragnarok (Original Universe

Abilities: His unnaturally huge size in his human form is one thing, but his draconic origins gives him superhuman-like qualities in physical attributes, mostly in strength. His eyes are like lanterns like most dragons, providing excellent vision and pierce through darkness. Other draconic traits include immunity to heat/fire, increased durability, and excellent fire manipulation. As a drakken, he can transform between his human and dragon form at any time. He has a magic ability from his human predecessor that allows him to casts spells that can summon or unsummon weapons and armor.

Equipment: He has several weapons and a pair of armor for both forms. His weapons are made of black iron, which is pure iron modified by dwarven blacksmiths via magic, to make them indestructible. Other then that they function just the same as any other weapon. His weapons are: Lance, great shield, Giant great shield (for dragon form) giant lance (for dragon form.) Great axe, and a rapier. He has a chest that he keeps his treasure hoard in.

History: Being so old, Fafnir has seen a lot. He was created when a famous knight of a dying kingdom, and an ill dragon that was the sworn enemy of this knight, merged in the drakken rite. The rite sacrifices a willing human and dragon to create a new being that is an Amalgamation of the two, that being is Fafnir (A name he gave himself as drakkens do not have parents.) Both the kingdom and dragon were blighted by a great and sickly evil, the new drakken rose and vanquished it alongside what was left of the army, however he lost his left eye in the battle, and wears an eye patch over that scar. A few decades later, as the kingdom was rebuilding, a sudden tremor caused the whole kingdom to be devoured under the earth. The now ruined castle and village buried in a massive underground chasm. Being the only survivor due to his draconic traits, Fafnir dwelled for over a thousand years there, bathing in magma, hunting down monsters that dwell there for food, and trying to find a way to the surface. Eventually he did, but he lost track of time, and now had to reconnect with the world that had evolved without him. For the next few hundred years he travelled, sometimes stopping in a nice city or village, other times searching for ancient treasures. Eventually, by mistake, he ended up out of his universe, and in the unknown realm that was the mansion.

Other: Since both souls comprise Fafnir, he shares both memories and experiences of them. The two former souls also act as a subconscience presence, to an outsider looking into his conscience it would be difficult not to go mad or suffer a concussion from the mental activity of all three entities at once.
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