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Definitely not a feat that could happen to Fafnir, maybe in late-middle or end hopefully? thats his goal at least.
Definitely not a feat that could happen to Fafnir, maybe in late-middle or end hopefully? thats his goal at least.
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@POOHEAD189 Oh boy. I left the sort of tales of a dragon's glory and their power intentionally vague and unreliable in his backstory so that depending upon your lore about dragons it could be true or mere legend, but is there any sort of magical power or some sort that can be gifted to humans from dragons, or dragon-god/gods?
@POOHEAD189
A dragonborn-esq race is pretty cool, had I known that existed I probably would have made a char for that instead, oh well.
A dragonborn-esq race is pretty cool, had I known that existed I probably would have made a char for that instead, oh well.
Still thinking on how I should start off my char, Ill probably have my post up tonight.
Name: Kilgarrah Ventmaw
Race:
Age: 37
Appearance:
12'5 in height, musclebound adorning blue plated scales that are as durable as iron and seemingly metallic in texture despite its organic origin. However the underbelly is of soft peach-colored scutes that are more leathery. Though still tough these scutes do not serve the same amount of defense the rest of his hide offers. A long powerful tail that by itself is a little over 9 feet, which connects a row of spiny barbs that start at the back of his head all the way down to the tip of his spear-headed tail. A saurian head with a monstrous grin, armed with a few horns along the back of his head with the start of the barbs, and a smaller horn at the tip of the snout with Eyes like a crocodile, and the tongue of a snake. His armor, which mostly coats his underbelly, is made mostly of primitive material, he wears the skull of a prehistoric creature that were once cattle of the naga ontop of his head.
Reason for joining the Outcasts: The naga tribe was overpopulated at the time of his birth, since water is scarce the tribe outcasts many of its children, mostly recently hatched or those still in eggs, into the desert. This of course leads to death, and in these cases, the children among the abandon will fight each other for survival and cannibalize each other for sustenance. Like most reptiles Nagas can technically fend for themselves at birth, though they are still far weaker then older counterparts and certainly cannot survive the desert, they typically aren't smarter then an animal during their first year of life. Among 7 other male nagas, and 13 eggs, Kilgarrah was the only survivor, having killed his fellow kind among the abandoned in forced survival instinct and pressure from the other aggressive children. Feasting on both corpses and the embryos of Naga eggs, the child soon found himself alone in a vast desolate terrain. The yolk of the eggs had offered much hydration in addition to its nutrients, and he took the eggs with him as he ventured by himself, which is unusual for a newborn to do, as again they lack much intelligence in their juvenile stage. Nagas leave their juvenile stage rather quickly, and it didn't take long for the young naga to find a small oasis in the desert. It was unoccupied at the time of his arrival, but soon he came across a small group of humans that came to the oasis, which was a small pool of water, that was quickly drying up by each day. The unfortunate souls were unarmed and survived by fleeing confrontations and scavenging the scraps of raids and ruins, so it wasn't impossible for the now 9 month old beastly naga to slaughter the three. (At this age male nagas resemble a kobold from dnd, small humanoid lizards.) Using his teeth to slit the throat of his victims. His brief childhood was of that of a wild animal, but as he matured he was aware of solitary existence and lack of family or friends. His growing mind nurtured the thought of a perhaps more civilized manner, and he eventually discovered the band of outcasts after decades of wandering alone.
Skills: He his a savage with his natural weaponry that many male nagas are accustomed too. Like a monitor lizard this tail serves as a powerful bone-breaking whip however it can also be used as a spear-like natural weapon. His muscular body is the expected average of other nagas his size, capable of lifting a large boulder larger then himself though with some burden. Flames volley from his throat like the mouth of a forge, and fire can also secrete out of his natural armor. Most of his scales, save his underbelly, provide incredible armor. These plated and keeled scales seem to replicate a metallic texture, making attempts at trying to cut, stab, or slash at these scales nearly useless aside from perhaps chipping these scales a bit, though that's only if the weapon is stronger then typical iron, such as steel. Otherwise it is common to have iron and weaker weapons break upon contact. Bred to fight, his combat style reflects his monstrous appearance and makes use of his biological arsenal. Despite his heavy build he can sprint fairly fast, and his tactics usually involve to trample and overwhelm his foes with brute force and fire with as much pressure and speed as possible, attempting to give his enemies no chance to retaliate or recover. Being a fighter you can really only expect Kilgarrah to make use of his strength or burning breathe for assistance, though years of living by himself has taught him much about survival and saving resources. His forked tongue has an incredible sense of smell like many lizards and snakes, allowing him to not only smell distinctive scents such as meat and fire from miles away, but can also pinpoint the smell like a tuning fork. His great size and strength has other uses too. As such he is often tasked with carrying most of the supplies as if he were a beast of burden, including various loot, food, water, and other assortments. This has allowed him to sneak himself extra portions of water.
Other details: He also eats his own shedded skin, which offers some nutrients to save on going hungry, though far from being a meal. He collects heads from many of his fallen opponents as a sort of hobby. As a naga he requires much water and tends to hoard some canteens in secret. Though he still has a taste for the flesh of other humanoids, he is aware of how taboo it is to his comrades and only dines on humanoid corpses in secret.
Motto/Catchphrase: "Together we are family, but alone we are monsters."
Race:
Age: 37
Appearance:
12'5 in height, musclebound adorning blue plated scales that are as durable as iron and seemingly metallic in texture despite its organic origin. However the underbelly is of soft peach-colored scutes that are more leathery. Though still tough these scutes do not serve the same amount of defense the rest of his hide offers. A long powerful tail that by itself is a little over 9 feet, which connects a row of spiny barbs that start at the back of his head all the way down to the tip of his spear-headed tail. A saurian head with a monstrous grin, armed with a few horns along the back of his head with the start of the barbs, and a smaller horn at the tip of the snout with Eyes like a crocodile, and the tongue of a snake. His armor, which mostly coats his underbelly, is made mostly of primitive material, he wears the skull of a prehistoric creature that were once cattle of the naga ontop of his head.
Reason for joining the Outcasts: The naga tribe was overpopulated at the time of his birth, since water is scarce the tribe outcasts many of its children, mostly recently hatched or those still in eggs, into the desert. This of course leads to death, and in these cases, the children among the abandon will fight each other for survival and cannibalize each other for sustenance. Like most reptiles Nagas can technically fend for themselves at birth, though they are still far weaker then older counterparts and certainly cannot survive the desert, they typically aren't smarter then an animal during their first year of life. Among 7 other male nagas, and 13 eggs, Kilgarrah was the only survivor, having killed his fellow kind among the abandoned in forced survival instinct and pressure from the other aggressive children. Feasting on both corpses and the embryos of Naga eggs, the child soon found himself alone in a vast desolate terrain. The yolk of the eggs had offered much hydration in addition to its nutrients, and he took the eggs with him as he ventured by himself, which is unusual for a newborn to do, as again they lack much intelligence in their juvenile stage. Nagas leave their juvenile stage rather quickly, and it didn't take long for the young naga to find a small oasis in the desert. It was unoccupied at the time of his arrival, but soon he came across a small group of humans that came to the oasis, which was a small pool of water, that was quickly drying up by each day. The unfortunate souls were unarmed and survived by fleeing confrontations and scavenging the scraps of raids and ruins, so it wasn't impossible for the now 9 month old beastly naga to slaughter the three. (At this age male nagas resemble a kobold from dnd, small humanoid lizards.) Using his teeth to slit the throat of his victims. His brief childhood was of that of a wild animal, but as he matured he was aware of solitary existence and lack of family or friends. His growing mind nurtured the thought of a perhaps more civilized manner, and he eventually discovered the band of outcasts after decades of wandering alone.
Skills: He his a savage with his natural weaponry that many male nagas are accustomed too. Like a monitor lizard this tail serves as a powerful bone-breaking whip however it can also be used as a spear-like natural weapon. His muscular body is the expected average of other nagas his size, capable of lifting a large boulder larger then himself though with some burden. Flames volley from his throat like the mouth of a forge, and fire can also secrete out of his natural armor. Most of his scales, save his underbelly, provide incredible armor. These plated and keeled scales seem to replicate a metallic texture, making attempts at trying to cut, stab, or slash at these scales nearly useless aside from perhaps chipping these scales a bit, though that's only if the weapon is stronger then typical iron, such as steel. Otherwise it is common to have iron and weaker weapons break upon contact. Bred to fight, his combat style reflects his monstrous appearance and makes use of his biological arsenal. Despite his heavy build he can sprint fairly fast, and his tactics usually involve to trample and overwhelm his foes with brute force and fire with as much pressure and speed as possible, attempting to give his enemies no chance to retaliate or recover. Being a fighter you can really only expect Kilgarrah to make use of his strength or burning breathe for assistance, though years of living by himself has taught him much about survival and saving resources. His forked tongue has an incredible sense of smell like many lizards and snakes, allowing him to not only smell distinctive scents such as meat and fire from miles away, but can also pinpoint the smell like a tuning fork. His great size and strength has other uses too. As such he is often tasked with carrying most of the supplies as if he were a beast of burden, including various loot, food, water, and other assortments. This has allowed him to sneak himself extra portions of water.
Other details: He also eats his own shedded skin, which offers some nutrients to save on going hungry, though far from being a meal. He collects heads from many of his fallen opponents as a sort of hobby. As a naga he requires much water and tends to hoard some canteens in secret. Though he still has a taste for the flesh of other humanoids, he is aware of how taboo it is to his comrades and only dines on humanoid corpses in secret.
Motto/Catchphrase: "Together we are family, but alone we are monsters."
@VarionusNW
apologies I had the impression that planeswalkers didn't age but that was premending planeswalkers.
@MarsAdept
Not really sure if dragon blood by itself would do that, however I would imagine that the influence of the spirits that cling to Kilgarrah and feed off of his mana would slow the aging process drastically to a near-null effect.
apologies I had the impression that planeswalkers didn't age but that was premending planeswalkers.
@MarsAdept
Not really sure if dragon blood by itself would do that, however I would imagine that the influence of the spirits that cling to Kilgarrah and feed off of his mana would slow the aging process drastically to a near-null effect.
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I remained mostly silent as the crew made there actions or talked among themselves. However my statue-like presence broke when I saw Xerxes begin to change. It was strange, as if the old Xerxes just possessed the new personality. I didn't know Xerxes too long, but I never saw him like this, I would have never guessed he was bipolar. However that was the least of my concerns, Xerxes ruthless nature came fourth, though I could tell he didn't seem to want to kill Dirk, but nonetheless he was getting far to savage for comfort. I'd leap over and inbetween Xerxes and Dirk who was now brought back by Jax. I had unsheathed my Lance to which I now pointed at Xerxes throat, passed his cutlass, my spare hand was reaching for the great shield across my back. "That's enough Xerxes, your being a bit too rough on our new allies." I said, my tone as stone-cold and serious as it usually is. My eyes behind my face guard were burning like bright candles. Though I kept my eyes and posture facing Xerxes, I would speak to both Jax and Dirk directly.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting something important but I'll take it from here. I don't want my old crew leaving a bad impression." I said a bit more lightly, though still lacking much emotion or breaking away from a serious tone. I watched Xerxes carefully, though unpredictable, I was prepared to follow up with whatever aggressive action Xerxes tries to pull, otherwise I kept my weapon pointed at him, and my spare hand ready to un-holster my shield at a moment's notice despite the position it seems to be in.
Name: Kilgarrah
Titles or Aliases: Scale Summoner
Gender: Male
Age: 130
Race: Human
Color: RED BLACK GREEN
Appearance:
Brief personality: Being raised as a tribal warrior in the harsh landscape of Jund, you could expect the savage nature of Kilgarrah. While he has learned to control his temper to some degree ever since he became a planeswalker, he gets stressed in urban environments which can lead to bursts of rage and destruction if left unchecked. He is at home with harsh environments of tall volcanic mountains, hot swamps and wild jungles, simple forests or nontropical wilderness are boring to him. His passion comes from great reptilian beasts, most notably the dragons that he was raised to fear and respect, battling beasts and warriors alike, and the simplicity of an environment with no laws or complexity. While he can tolerate calm and social interactions, he can easily become a bloodlust-filled monstrosity. When not in the mood to destroy or 'naturalize' his surroundings, slay beasts or slaughter men, he can be best described as tolerant, observant, and quiet. Rarely does he speak, only speaking when he is spoken too, or when it is necessary for him to do so. Becoming a planeswalker has taught him some self control and wisdom beyond the mindless rampaging mindset of those in Jund, and he is able to some degree avoid violence should he see it unnecessary. Though he doesn't attack randomly most of his solutions to any problem is of violence in one way or another.
Home plane: Alara, Jund.
Equipment: None other then is clothes, as his appreciation for natural, self produced strength has him disdain the use of weaponry and other equipment.
Abilities:
[*] While most would assume he has significantly less mana then the average planeswalker, in reality this is because the spirits of creatures cling to him and feed off of his mana, so he has little mana to use. The creatures were of his home plane and were 'tamed' by him after his spark ignited, and before he left Jund. These spirits are of various dragons, wurms, and hydras, and with what mana he has to spare he can evoke or even summon these creatures to his aid, or borrow their own forms for his own. Generally, Wurms provide raw power and earthen destruction, dragons, though not as powerful, still provide much bulk along with the advantages of flying and breathing destructive flames and lightning, while hydras have the potential to grow exponentially at the cost of more mana.
[*] He can siphon corpses and other biomatter of either dead or weak life force, converting the absorbed magic into his own temporarily. Essentially he can only do this to corpses. The mana absorbed this way leaks overtime so it is only useful within a few hours. This can allow him to get boosts of mana and potentially cast more powerful spells and abilities.
He can regenerate organic matter or wounds and other damaged living things with use of mana that has been siphoned by this ability as well.
[*] With the use of his three 'patron' creatures, he has typically three ways of using them. Firstly he can evoke them as solid-like spirits without too much mana, manifesting them for short-term effects, attacks, and for other purposes made to be used like sorceries and instants rather then creatures. Secondly, though with more expense of mana, he can summon various of these spirits into actual companions, casting these creatures is made to last and he can un-summon them at any time. It is difficult for him to summon more then 1 creature at a time as they constantly exhaust his mana supply while in physical forms. Thirdly he can use the forms and powers of these spirits to transform himself into various forms of the like, borrowing the strengths and powers of his patron creatures such as turning into a dragon of his creation, or to only partially transform himself such as giving himself claws, iron-like scales for skin, wings, or sprouting tentacle-like serpent heads, or doing something like the card banefire.
[*] Lastly, he can errode artificial creations and magical enchantments, though the stronger the target the more mana he has to expend to reach this goal.
History: Born in Jund, when the plane was still divided, Kilgarrah was raised by a mix tribe that resided near an active volcano. This tribe was comprised of humans, viashino, and goblins, strangely. The tribe was formed from various outcasts and survivors of other destroyed tribes. The tribe, like most other tribe, were savage warriors and with use of primitive weapons they constantly waged wars and battles against other tribes and hunted great beasts for food. And like other tribes they were fearful of the dragons, the sky tyrants that dwarfed all others save a few exceptional creatures that remained under the reaches of the sky. Despite most of his peers using primitive weapons, Kilgarrah relied on his physical strength alone to crush his enemies, often running into the heat of battle avoiding the weapons of his opponents before kicking or punching them down with brutish ferocity rivaled only by his viashino allies, which were the ones that taught him such power. Despite the disadvantage he miraculously survived though with many scars. The tribe was shattered when one of these hellkites laid ruin to the camp. Tents ablaze and friends and family being burned, eaten, or trampled over. There weapons were useless against the powerful dragon. In pure rage and grief, emotions much stronger then he had ever felt before, his planeswalker sparked ignited, and with great magic strength he defeated the hellkite after a lengthy battle. This dragon, who he named Viletooth, would be the first of the many spirits he would defeat and bond with. However it wasn't until much later that he discovered the true extent of planeswalking, and accidently discovering Omara, during the chaos that was happening during Alara's mendng. It was here he decided to spend many years taming himself into being a more civilize and wise individual, in hopes of controlling his savage nature brought up from his back round.
Card:
Titles or Aliases: Scale Summoner
Gender: Male
Age: 130
Race: Human
Color: RED BLACK GREEN
Appearance:
Brief personality: Being raised as a tribal warrior in the harsh landscape of Jund, you could expect the savage nature of Kilgarrah. While he has learned to control his temper to some degree ever since he became a planeswalker, he gets stressed in urban environments which can lead to bursts of rage and destruction if left unchecked. He is at home with harsh environments of tall volcanic mountains, hot swamps and wild jungles, simple forests or nontropical wilderness are boring to him. His passion comes from great reptilian beasts, most notably the dragons that he was raised to fear and respect, battling beasts and warriors alike, and the simplicity of an environment with no laws or complexity. While he can tolerate calm and social interactions, he can easily become a bloodlust-filled monstrosity. When not in the mood to destroy or 'naturalize' his surroundings, slay beasts or slaughter men, he can be best described as tolerant, observant, and quiet. Rarely does he speak, only speaking when he is spoken too, or when it is necessary for him to do so. Becoming a planeswalker has taught him some self control and wisdom beyond the mindless rampaging mindset of those in Jund, and he is able to some degree avoid violence should he see it unnecessary. Though he doesn't attack randomly most of his solutions to any problem is of violence in one way or another.
Home plane: Alara, Jund.
Equipment: None other then is clothes, as his appreciation for natural, self produced strength has him disdain the use of weaponry and other equipment.
Abilities:
[*] While most would assume he has significantly less mana then the average planeswalker, in reality this is because the spirits of creatures cling to him and feed off of his mana, so he has little mana to use. The creatures were of his home plane and were 'tamed' by him after his spark ignited, and before he left Jund. These spirits are of various dragons, wurms, and hydras, and with what mana he has to spare he can evoke or even summon these creatures to his aid, or borrow their own forms for his own. Generally, Wurms provide raw power and earthen destruction, dragons, though not as powerful, still provide much bulk along with the advantages of flying and breathing destructive flames and lightning, while hydras have the potential to grow exponentially at the cost of more mana.
[*] He can siphon corpses and other biomatter of either dead or weak life force, converting the absorbed magic into his own temporarily. Essentially he can only do this to corpses. The mana absorbed this way leaks overtime so it is only useful within a few hours. This can allow him to get boosts of mana and potentially cast more powerful spells and abilities.
He can regenerate organic matter or wounds and other damaged living things with use of mana that has been siphoned by this ability as well.
[*] With the use of his three 'patron' creatures, he has typically three ways of using them. Firstly he can evoke them as solid-like spirits without too much mana, manifesting them for short-term effects, attacks, and for other purposes made to be used like sorceries and instants rather then creatures. Secondly, though with more expense of mana, he can summon various of these spirits into actual companions, casting these creatures is made to last and he can un-summon them at any time. It is difficult for him to summon more then 1 creature at a time as they constantly exhaust his mana supply while in physical forms. Thirdly he can use the forms and powers of these spirits to transform himself into various forms of the like, borrowing the strengths and powers of his patron creatures such as turning into a dragon of his creation, or to only partially transform himself such as giving himself claws, iron-like scales for skin, wings, or sprouting tentacle-like serpent heads, or doing something like the card banefire.
[*] Lastly, he can errode artificial creations and magical enchantments, though the stronger the target the more mana he has to expend to reach this goal.
History: Born in Jund, when the plane was still divided, Kilgarrah was raised by a mix tribe that resided near an active volcano. This tribe was comprised of humans, viashino, and goblins, strangely. The tribe was formed from various outcasts and survivors of other destroyed tribes. The tribe, like most other tribe, were savage warriors and with use of primitive weapons they constantly waged wars and battles against other tribes and hunted great beasts for food. And like other tribes they were fearful of the dragons, the sky tyrants that dwarfed all others save a few exceptional creatures that remained under the reaches of the sky. Despite most of his peers using primitive weapons, Kilgarrah relied on his physical strength alone to crush his enemies, often running into the heat of battle avoiding the weapons of his opponents before kicking or punching them down with brutish ferocity rivaled only by his viashino allies, which were the ones that taught him such power. Despite the disadvantage he miraculously survived though with many scars. The tribe was shattered when one of these hellkites laid ruin to the camp. Tents ablaze and friends and family being burned, eaten, or trampled over. There weapons were useless against the powerful dragon. In pure rage and grief, emotions much stronger then he had ever felt before, his planeswalker sparked ignited, and with great magic strength he defeated the hellkite after a lengthy battle. This dragon, who he named Viletooth, would be the first of the many spirits he would defeat and bond with. However it wasn't until much later that he discovered the true extent of planeswalking, and accidently discovering Omara, during the chaos that was happening during Alara's mendng. It was here he decided to spend many years taming himself into being a more civilize and wise individual, in hopes of controlling his savage nature brought up from his back round.
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