Fell, they/she, English, currently obsessed with DnD and other ttrpgs. I do art sometimes. I GM the Daggerheart campaign The Witherwild on this very site.
Dragon Appearance: Sangu belongs to a breed of dragons much more serpentine in appearance, with slender bodies, forked tongues and a tail longer than their torso. They also have less limbs than most of types of dragon. Instead of the standard two pairs of legs and a pair of wings, they only has hindlegs (with webbed feet), and instead use their wings in place of forelegs to crawl along the ground, similar to a bat. Due to this somewhat unusual limb set-up, they also tend to stand less tall than the average dragon.
Sangu himself is about 6ft tall and 30ft from nose to tail. While his breed end to have very wide wing spans, Sangu was born with underdeveloped wings, and his preference to swimming or even slivering as a form of transportation has caused them to never reach their full strength, and now Sangu is an adult, they likely never will. He can still fly, just not as strongly or quickly as an average dragon of his breed.
His scales are naturally silver with a greenish-yellow underbelly and wings, though due to both the environment he grew up in and his affinity for plant-life, he is constantly covered in patches of moss and lichen, tinting him more greenish. His eyes are a bright, acid green, and both his head and tail are adorned with large fins to furthur aid in swimming.
Human Appearance: In human form, Sangu looks to be in his mid-to-late twenties, and is very tall and gangly, standing at a little under 7ft, though he often looks a little shorter due to constantly slouching. He's olive-skinned with shoulder-length silvery-brown hair that is often tied up in a ponytail. His eyes are hazel, but will change to the acid green of his dragon form's eyes when he's using his magic. He has long and semi-gaunt facial features, and slight points to his ears.
In terms of clothing, he prefers long, flowy clothes like robes and such, often with bright colours and fun patterns. He also tends to wrap up warm as he can't stand the cold. And don't be surprised to see a flower or two adorning his hair.
Magic/Abilities: Instead of elemental breathes like other dragons, Sangu's breed instead spit a corrosive acid capable of doing severe damage to both organic and inorganic material if not dealt with immediately. They also, in the same way fire-breathing dragons may expell smoke from their nostrils, can form a gas while, not particularly dangerous unless in very large quantities, is foul smelling and acts as a deterrent for unwanted company. Sangu's breed are also strong swimmers, and while they don't have gills, they can hold their breath for longer than most terrestial animals.
As for magic and abilities more personal to Sangu himself, ever since a young age he has had an affinity for plants. In particular, plants tending to grow quicker and healthier just by being in his presence, and he is able to detect what plants are and aren't safe to consume. Because he was embarrassed by his powers when he was younger due to being not as flashy or powerful as those of his peers, he never sought to really develop them until adulthood when he first started donning his human guise. These days, he has sought to learn much more about his magic and plants in general, learning about their properties and using them to create various elixirs and medicines. He's also capable of manipulating plants and getting them to grow and act in abnormal ways, but this is still a new ability that he is experimenting with and is still uncertain about how best to use it.
History: Born and raised in a tropical swamp on one of the small Southern islands, Sangu was the youngest of a very large clutch of hatchlings. He took so long to hatch from his egg that his parents almost wrote him off as stillborn, but he eventually pushed through the shell and was born. He was weak with undersized wings and prone to sickness for the first couple of months, but he was alive.
His parents were very protective of him early on and were hesitant to let him play with his older siblings, especially the eldest three who had a habit of getting into mischief and playing pranks on each other. When pranking their younger siblings stopped being fun, they turned their attention to the human village on the other side of the island, and would often go over there either to prank or simply to watch them go about their daily lives. Whenever they returned home, Sangu's elder siblings would tell him and the other younger hatchlings all sorts of stories about what they'd seen, often exagerrated for the purpose of frightening and shocking them. That, along with his parents' warning about humans, made Sangu too scared to go anywhere near the human village, and was plagued constantly by nightmares about these horrifying beings coming into the swamp and attacking them.
As Sangu grew, he remained the weakest and clumsiest flyer of his clutch, and his magic was so subtle he didn't even realise there was anything unusual about the way plants grew around him or how he knew what berries not to eat until his family pointed it out to him. His family all had magic based in manipulating forces of nature, such as one sibling being able to communicate and control insects and another having the power to shape water, but his seemed to unimpressive he never really made much effort to improve it. Still, despite this, his childhood was a mostly happy one, and in later years, other than his weak wings, he was just as capable as any of his siblings. Still his parents worried about him and his siblings, while loving, did have a tendency to tease him, and this sense of being flawed or inadequate in some way remained at the back of his mind for his whole life. His self-doubt was so pervasive that even as his siblings started to fly off to start families of their own, he remained for a few years afterwards. His parents continued to support him, but Sangu couldn't help but wonder if he was causing them trouble by remaining. When they decided to have a second clutch of eggs, Sangu felt he could no longer stay with them. After all, they would have their claws full with young hatchlings, and didn't need to worry about him. So, with a farewell, he decided to leave the island. He wasn't sure where he was going and he didn't trust his wings to carry him there, so he decided to swim through the ocean until he reached land. However, swimming in rivers and lakes is very different to navigating the sea, and when a storm occurred, he was tossed about and nearly drowned.
However, he survived, and ended up washed on a beach on the main continent. He was very battered, one of his wings were broken and he had no idea where he should go next. In his attempt to find shelter, his wounds caused him to pass out. When he woke up, he found himself outside a large hut, with an elderly human woman tending to his wounds. Remembering his old nightmares about humankind, he struggled and lashed out against her like a wounded animal. He was too weak to put up much of a fight, so he ended up using his acid spit and severely scarred her. Despite this, however, she didn't attack him, and after tending to her own wounds, continued to nurse him. Seeing her kindness toward a creature that had attacked her made him confused and he allowed her to heal him. Once he was in a decent enough condition, he slipped away in the middle of the night, into the forest. His wing was still too damage to fly on and this land was strange to him. He remained in that forest for a few nights, uncertain of what to do and too afraid of what might await him to travel elsewhere. He also felt guilty for lashing out at that woman. It was at that point he remembered something his parents has told him, about the glamour of man and how dragons had the power to disguise themselves as human. He'd never tried it himself, but he'd seen his older siblings take on human forms during their pranks on humans. After a while of mulling it over, he made up his mind.
One morning, he took the form of a human and approached the elderly woman, saying he was a stranger to these lands and asked if she could give him shelter and perhaps advice on where to go. It was only meant to be a one or two night stay until he could form a plan of where to go next, but without either of them saying anything, he ended up staying for several years. The woman, who's name turned out to be Rona, was a healer who provided help for the neighbouring villagers. She didn't have any magic, just an aptitude for herbs and remedy making, but she was quite adept. She noticed Sangu's aptitude for plants and persuaded him to learning how to properly use it. He became her apprentice and began learning how to identify the new flora of this land and how best to utilise it to craft medicine... and while Rona never said anything, Sangu often wondered if she knew what he was, or at least knew he wasn't human. There was just something about her mannerisms that seemed like she was more aware of what was happening than she let on.
Before Sangu knew it, he had stayed with Rona for over a decade. Sadly, all things must come to an end. While Sangu seemingly remained the same age, Rona got on in years, her health getting worse and her memory for certain ingredients and recipes starting to slip. As Sangu had never had experience with old age, he didn't think any of it until one day, when Rona collapsed while working. Sangu didn't know what to do, was uncertain what was wrong and felt utterly helpless. He called round to the local villages, asking for help. While none of the healers there were as renowned or skilled as Rona, they recognised the problem immediately in the way Sangu couldn't: Rona's age was catching up to her, and her current way of living was not sustainable. Once Rona came to, even she admitted as such to Sangu, and told him that she had been aware that something was wrong for a long time. She told him she could no longer stay here. Sangu told her not to worry, that he could help her and look after her, but she told him, gently but firmly, that she'd made up her mind. She was going to move in with some of her younger relatives a few villages over. During this conversation, she told Sangu that she thought it was better that they take care of her, as she felt Sangu might not know how to handle it. At the time, Sangu thought she was, for the first time since he’d met her, doubting his abilities, and stormed off upset. It was only much later he realised this was yet another hint that she knew what he really was, and that she was simply stating she knew this was something he was unused to and was simply trying to spare him the pain.
The next few days before Rona left, he was a wreck, swinging between anger and sadness, but Rona remained patient with him, and while he was still furious with her, he did accompany her to her new home, just to make sure she got there safe, though even when she said good-bye to him for the last time, he couldn't bring himself to say good-bye in return. He returned to the hut, spent the first few days shut in alone, not willing to see or speak with anyone. He did eventually return to his duties as healer, but he kept all the villagers, even the ones he was friendly with, at arm's length. After a while, he couldn’t stand staying in that hut alone much longer. Plus, he noticed that some of the villagers had started to act odd around him, likely noticing how he had barely changed in the last decade he had been there. So he packed up what little he had and left. He has been wandering ever since under the guise of a travelling doctor, stopping by various villages to aid them before returning on journey, never staying in one place for too long. Through his time, he’s managed to encounter a couple of other dragons in disguise, who mentioned Kaelis and how a lot of dragons using the glamour of man tended to settle down there. Longing for his own kind after so long, especially after being too afraid to form any proper friendships with humans after Rona, he had decided to head that way, towards the village of Whistle Hill, in hopes of finding true companionship.
Dragon Appearance: Sangu belongs to a breed of dragons much more serpentine in appearance, with slender bodies, forked tongues and a tail longer than their torso. They also have less limbs than most of types of dragon. Instead of the standard two pairs of legs and a pair of wings, they only has hindlegs (with webbed feet), and instead use their wings in place of forelegs to crawl along the ground, similar to a bat. Due to this somewhat unusual limb set-up, they also tend to stand less tall than the average dragon.
Sangu himself is about 6ft tall and 30ft from nose to tail. While his breed end to have very wide wing spans, Sangu was born with underdeveloped wings, and his preference to swimming or even slivering as a form of transportation has caused them to never reach their full strength, and now Sangu is an adult, they likely never will. He can still fly, just not as strongly or quickly as an average dragon of his breed.
His scales are naturally silver with a greenish-yellow underbelly and wings, though due to both the environment he grew up in and his affinity for plant-life, he is constantly covered in patches of moss and lichen, tinting him more greenish. His eyes are a bright, acid green, and both his head and tail are adorned with large fins to furthur aid in swimming.
Human Appearance: In human form, Sangu looks to be in his mid-to-late twenties, and is very tall and gangly, standing at a little under 7ft, though he often looks a little shorter due to constantly slouching. He's olive-skinned with shoulder-length silvery-brown hair that is often tied up in a ponytail. His eyes are hazel, but will change to the acid green of his dragon form's eyes when he's using his magic. He has long and semi-gaunt facial features, and slight points to his ears.
In terms of clothing, he prefers long, flowy clothes like robes and such, often with bright colours and fun patterns. He also tends to wrap up warm as he can't stand the cold. And don't be surprised to see a flower or two adorning his hair.
Magic/Abilities: Instead of elemental breathes like other dragons, Sangu's breed instead spit a corrosive acid capable of doing severe damage to both organic and inorganic material if not dealt with immediately. They also, in the same way fire-breathing dragons may expell smoke from their nostrils, can form a gas while, not particularly dangerous unless in very large quantities, is foul smelling and acts as a deterrent for unwanted company. Sangu's breed are also strong swimmers, and while they don't have gills, they can hold their breath for longer than most terrestial animals.
As for magic and abilities more personal to Sangu himself, ever since a young age he has had an affinity for plants. In particular, plants tending to grow quicker and healthier just by being in his presence, and he is able to detect what plants are and aren't safe to consume. Because he was embarrassed by his powers when he was younger due to being not as flashy or powerful as those of his peers, he never sought to really develop them until adulthood when he first started donning his human guise. These days, he has sought to learn much more about his magic and plants in general, learning about their properties and using them to create various elixirs and medicines. He's also capable of manipulating plants and getting them to grow and act in abnormal ways, but this is still a new ability that he is experimenting with and is still uncertain about how best to use it.
History: Born and raised in a tropical swamp on one of the small Southern islands, Sangu was the youngest of a very large clutch of hatchlings. He took so long to hatch from his egg that his parents almost wrote him off as stillborn, but he eventually pushed through the shell and was born. He was weak with undersized wings and prone to sickness for the first couple of months, but he was alive.
His parents were very protective of him early on and were hesitant to let him play with his older siblings, especially the eldest three who had a habit of getting into mischief and playing pranks on each other. When pranking their younger siblings stopped being fun, they turned their attention to the human village on the other side of the island, and would often go over there either to prank or simply to watch them go about their daily lives. Whenever they returned home, Sangu's elder siblings would tell him and the other younger hatchlings all sorts of stories about what they'd seen, often exagerrated for the purpose of frightening and shocking them. That, along with his parents' warning about humans, made Sangu too scared to go anywhere near the human village, and was plagued constantly by nightmares about these horrifying beings coming into the swamp and attacking them.
As Sangu grew, he remained the weakest and clumsiest flyer of his clutch, and his magic was so subtle he didn't even realise there was anything unusual about the way plants grew around him or how he knew what berries not to eat until his family pointed it out to him. His family all had magic based in manipulating forces of nature, such as one sibling being able to communicate and control insects and another having the power to shape water, but his seemed to unimpressive he never really made much effort to improve it. Still, despite this, his childhood was a mostly happy one, and in later years, other than his weak wings, he was just as capable as any of his siblings. Still his parents worried about him and his siblings, while loving, did have a tendency to tease him, and this sense of being flawed or inadequate in some way remained at the back of his mind for his whole life. His self-doubt was so pervasive that even as his siblings started to fly off to start families of their own, he remained for a few years afterwards. His parents continued to support him, but Sangu couldn't help but wonder if he was causing them trouble by remaining. When they decided to have a second clutch of eggs, Sangu felt he could no longer stay with them. After all, they would have their claws full with young hatchlings, and didn't need to worry about him. So, with a farewell, he decided to leave the island. He wasn't sure where he was going and he didn't trust his wings to carry him there, so he decided to swim through the ocean until he reached land. However, swimming in rivers and lakes is very different to navigating the sea, and when a storm occurred, he was tossed about and nearly drowned.
However, he survived, and ended up washed on a beach on the main continent. He was very battered, one of his wings were broken and he had no idea where he should go next. In his attempt to find shelter, his wounds caused him to pass out. When he woke up, he found himself outside a large hut, with an elderly human woman tending to his wounds. Remembering his old nightmares about humankind, he struggled and lashed out against her like a wounded animal. He was too weak to put up much of a fight, so he ended up using his acid spit and severely scarred her. Despite this, however, she didn't attack him, and after tending to her own wounds, continued to nurse him. Seeing her kindness toward a creature that had attacked her made him confused and he allowed her to heal him. Once he was in a decent enough condition, he slipped away in the middle of the night, into the forest. His wing was still too damage to fly on and this land was strange to him. He remained in that forest for a few nights, uncertain of what to do and too afraid of what might await him to travel elsewhere. He also felt guilty for lashing out at that woman. It was at that point he remembered something his parents has told him, about the glamour of man and how dragons had the power to disguise themselves as human. He'd never tried it himself, but he'd seen his older siblings take on human forms during their pranks on humans. After a while of mulling it over, he made up his mind.
One morning, he took the form of a human and approached the elderly woman, saying he was a stranger to these lands and asked if she could give him shelter and perhaps advice on where to go. It was only meant to be a one or two night stay until he could form a plan of where to go next, but without either of them saying anything, he ended up staying for several years. The woman, who's name turned out to be Rona, was a healer who provided help for the neighbouring villagers. She didn't have any magic, just an aptitude for herbs and remedy making, but she was quite adept. She noticed Sangu's aptitude for plants and persuaded him to learning how to properly use it. He became her apprentice and began learning how to identify the new flora of this land and how best to utilise it to craft medicine... and while Rona never said anything, Sangu often wondered if she knew what he was, or at least knew he wasn't human. There was just something about her mannerisms that seemed like she was more aware of what was happening than she let on.
Before Sangu knew it, he had stayed with Rona for over a decade. Sadly, all things must come to an end. While Sangu seemingly remained the same age, Rona got on in years, her health getting worse and her memory for certain ingredients and recipes starting to slip. As Sangu had never had experience with old age, he didn't think any of it until one day, when Rona collapsed while working. Sangu didn't know what to do, was uncertain what was wrong and felt utterly helpless. He called round to the local villages, asking for help. While none of the healers there were as renowned or skilled as Rona, they recognised the problem immediately in the way Sangu couldn't: Rona's age was catching up to her, and her current way of living was not sustainable. Once Rona came to, even she admitted as such to Sangu, and told him that she had been aware that something was wrong for a long time. She told him she could no longer stay here. Sangu told her not to worry, that he could help her and look after her, but she told him, gently but firmly, that she'd made up her mind. She was going to move in with some of her younger relatives a few villages over. During this conversation, she told Sangu that she thought it was better that they take care of her, as she felt Sangu might not know how to handle it. At the time, Sangu thought she was, for the first time since he’d met her, doubting his abilities, and stormed off upset. It was only much later he realised this was yet another hint that she knew what he really was, and that she was simply stating she knew this was something he was unused to and was simply trying to spare him the pain.
The next few days before Rona left, he was a wreck, swinging between anger and sadness, but Rona remained patient with him, and while he was still furious with her, he did accompany her to her new home, just to make sure she got there safe, though even when she said good-bye to him for the last time, he couldn't bring himself to say good-bye in return. He returned to the hut, spent the first few days shut in alone, not willing to see or speak with anyone. He did eventually return to his duties as healer, but he kept all the villagers, even the ones he was friendly with, at arm's length. After a while, he couldn’t stand staying in that hut alone much longer. Plus, he noticed that some of the villagers had started to act odd around him, likely noticing how he had barely changed in the last decade he had been there. So he packed up what little he had and left. He has been wandering ever since under the guise of a travelling doctor, stopping by various villages to aid them before returning on journey, never staying in one place for too long. Through his time, he’s managed to encounter a couple of other dragons in disguise, who mentioned Kaelis and how a lot of dragons using the glamour of man tended to settle down there. Longing for his own kind after so long, especially after being too afraid to form any proper friendships with humans after Rona, he had decided to head that way, towards the village of Whistle Hill, in hopes of finding true companionship.
I kinda figured as much. So I'll just say it outright that the RP's officially dead. I might be able to bring it back later on, but as it stands now there really isn't much we can do.
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