Hello, I'm kidgoat and I deprive myself of social fun on a daily basis so I'm going to try and break that habit here. I probably won't be that talkative though I'll try my best.
Since Autosave is not supported for this form and I'm too lazy to shift this to google docs, consider this a WIP.
Mind if I drop in with a bug type specialist? There's only like three new regular pokemon in Paldea, but my go to types are fire and flying so it seems like a perfect challenge!
Dragon Appearance: Stoic and tall, he carries himself with his head up and chest arched at a height just shy of 10ft. When including his tail, which is barren of any garnish or spikes, his length reaches 15ft. Instead of the spikes most other dragons yield, he is donned with the large ivory ram horns associated with his breed as well as two lines of plates on his back and underbelly that run from the top of his neck to his hips. Then as the dull maroon plates on top are blended into the leathery texture of his legs and tail with petal-shaped scales, the silver and gold plates underneath continue along the bottom of his tail to further shield his underside. The structure of his torso and legs are similar to a tiger’s, apart from the dark elongated paw pads and the thicker claws extending from his toes, built to deliver powerful blows.
Human Appearance: He stands at 6’5, rectangular in form, average in build. His head amounts to a healthy dark brown straight hair cutting off around his forehead, angular eyebrows with big angular brown eyes to suit, two stiffs of hair under his nose constituting as a mustache and a beard weaved into one braid. If anything else were to stand out about him it would be his hands, palms big enough to cover the face of a rabbit and fingers thick enough to balance two gold coins stacked on top one another. Back in his homeland his clothing was especially meant to blend in with the peasantry, donning simple clothes made of wool and boarhide. However as life goes on he might start to take on more vibrant, elaborate clothing.
From the customs imprinted on him throughout his life, Dundurth grew up to have the black and white mentality of a soldier: disciplined and respectful to those alongside him, devoted to those above him, merciless to those against him. This mentality shows prominently in his behavior, remaining humble in interactions with strangers and friends but not always considerate as he settles on one task at a time without regard to much else. Alongside this he has the tendency to submit to stronger dragons that seem to align with ideals of equity and righteousness, this loyalty dropping at the drop of a dime if they ever play dirty; he opts for fair fights between warriors rather than deceptive mind games or rounds of cat and mouse. At times however, something arises that tempts him to deviate from the honor code ingrained in his subconscious, gnawing away at its influence. In the past the reasons mainly stemmed from his lust for glory. A lover for eyes staring in awe of his deeds, the promise of glory and recognition paired with valor fuels the inner ego within him. Though he did his best not to seem vain and selfish as that was not a good look on anyone, he was always more inclined to test his odds if it meant compliments.
Having only lived on the southern islands and seen few dragons that deviate from them, his bloodline is naive to the cultures found on the rest of the continent. To try to counter this inexperience and abide by his given mission, he seeks to learn more about the world and the other inhabitants he shares it with, starting with the stories they tell. It's possible that in the future his experience in travelling could wear away what his home culture has taught him and reveal more of his true nature.
Magic/Abilities: Unlike many island-based dragons, his species adapted to take on powers relating to the earth and remained wingless. Despite this all dragons in his bloodline can take to the sky through the radiating magic on the soles of their feet, which allow them to ‘gallop’ through the air and maneuver just as they would on the ground. They’re able to match the same- possibly better agility than they have on land, however any missteps or trips could result in them falling out of the sky which is why they’re less inclined to be reckless while on air.
Dundurth’s own magic centers around heat, capable of breathing fire like many other dragons yet he’s able to heat his body up to about 300 degrees Celsius without causing any severe damage. Not only does this allow him to sear anyone who comes in contact with his skin at the wrong moment, but he recently realized that it gives an extra surge of concentrated firepower to his breath, unleashing a powerful laser that has caused great destruction in the past. While he does have magic in human form it´s considerably limited, only capable of heating the palms of his hands. Though it still helps since he is not as adept in the martial arts or weapon training as those back at home, usually resorting to the grapples, throws and palm strikes that mimic his feral fighting style in dragon form. Lastly he’s able to withstand temperatures up to 600 degrees Celsius in both forms, steam streaming from his skin as magic deflects the excess heat.
History:A wounded dragon, weak and exhausted, was soon to meet death much too early. Yet he was approached by an empathic man who had once been on the verge of death as well. The man took him into the vast emptiness of the sea, to an island that housed the man’s own family hidden away in the deep forage surrounding the mountain. There they cared for the dragon’s wounds until he gathered enough strength to stand, continued caring for him until he gathered enough strength to walk, and when he had gathered enough strength to leave they bid him farewell. Touched by the man’s selfless actions, the dragon watched over the man high in the mountaintop. Several months later the family was attacked by a wild boar which threatened to kill the man. And as the boar was about to finish him, the dragon descended from the mountain and in one powerful smack swatted the boar away, sending it flying and running back into the woods.
This tale has become the baseline for the way of life on Hayermeda island. Deemed ‘Guardians’ by what is now Hayermeda’s village, the ever elusive dragons only reveal themselves in times of danger, protecting the village from those that wish to cause harm. However their presence is always looming, shrouded by fog where they stalk in the coverage of the forest. Their proud stature demanded respect from all inhabitants residing within Hayermeda, and in turn respect was given. The people didn’t inch any further with the territories of the dragons that overtook the north half of Hayermeda, leaving said territories as safe havens for magical creatures both native and foreign. In perpetuating the Legend of the Wounded Dragon through acts of subtle intimidation and dramatic heroics, the guardians have managed to maintain peace in their small piece of the world.
As the nations of humankind began to grow around them however, the number of newborn guardians were decreasing year after year. Alongside the decrease of guardians came a decrease in faith. Faith in the legend that the dragons were meant to protect them as the onslaught of foreign merchants over the centuries diminished its strength with their own draconic rumors and tales from their lands. And thus Dundurth’s training began earlier than the previous generations in order to keep up the fragile peace between humans and magical creatures within the island. Along with the rest of his sisters and brothers he learned the basic principles of their role and how to properly carry it out, honing his skills in the claws, bite and brutal charge either meant to intimidate or if all other means failed, to kill. Though it took him longer than his siblings to realize his magic affinity, it wouldn’t take long for the signs to show: The footsteps imprinted on charred rock, the streams of steam flowing from underneath his scales, the burning forage he’d desperately try to put out before anyone noticed. He was proving to be more of a clumsy nuisance as the days went, and a dangerous one at that. It came to the point where he was held back from visiting the base of the mountain in fear that he might be tracked.
When he finally gained better control over his heat, his parents were quickly approaching the last years of their lives. It was only a matter of time, considering they have been keeping up the status quo diligently for the last 3 centuries. They trusted that their last cluster of children would be able to uphold their legacy, and their descendants made the promise to honor that trust. So by the time they took their last breaths, they’ve taken to their obligations as soon as they could. Some took on the lives of humans to live on as vigilantes while others kept within the territory and kept humans from wandering too far up the mountain and too deep into the forest. Dundurth kept to the outskirts of the island with two of his best brothers: Torrance and Tormier. Together they patrolled the perimeter of the island, preventing blood from spilling before it ever had the chance to. Little did they actually travel through Hayermeda’s village as they felt proud to stride as the towering dragons in the forest and bath in what they perceived as admiration from the humans. If they were to go they could only go in the village as inconspicuous no-names, only interacting if any trouble was to stir and then immediately disappearing.
By the 104th year of his life, life at home became much more restless. With work divided amongst the dwindling dragons to protect both magical creatures and human, the humans were pushing into the territories where the fae were supposed to be kept safe. In turn, creatures are becoming distressed and fearful which has resulted in humans getting harmed. And in turn, the humans pushed even further than before. The pressure of the situation had weighed down on his eldest sister Alsandare the most; being the new leader of the family she became prone to carrying responsibility for all that happens on the island, building a burden in her mind that fueled her temper. No one intervened when she unleashed it against her siblings, being part of an unspoken code not to resist from the leader’s judgement. Hope diminished that they could gain control over the direction the humans moved, and it became evident that the lesson in the legend was not only forgotten within the humans but within the guardians themselves.
Yet Dundurth remained hopeful that they could still keep harmony within Hayermeda, proposing an idea to help ease the tensions between all parties. He aimed to rekindle faith in an indirect approach, patrolling closer to the village in dragon form and letting them realize that they were to value them and the other creatures. She didn’t like the idea since only a few would be able to get close as to not arouse suspicion of their sentience, and it would have to be done in a way that seemed natural. Though at this point Alsandare was willing to test anything that could result in reclaiming a calmer life. So the dragons that were already patrolling the area edged closer to the humans. The plan went in motion for the next few days, though they were unsure if it was actually working as intended. Then when nightfall fell, a grand opportunity exposed itself in the form of a big boar moving towards the village. A quick roar would’ve scared it away, but it was too good of an opportunity not to exploit. They let the bear come into view and put on a brief show of theatrics, excited to relish in awe-inspired gazes and relinquish the lost respect. Everything was going swell: the people looked on as they snapped at the boar, pushing it around before allowing it to run off into the woods. Dundurth was to finish off the routine with the roar he was praised for as they chased after the boar and disappeared into the darkness. But instead of a mighty roar, out came a blinding laser which blew up the path of forest and chances of winning over the village’s hearts into flames. The people ran back in fear and panic. Helpless to salvage the progress they made, the only thing they could do was retreat back to the mountaintop and face the ever so generous wrath of their leader.
In the next moments, he was verbally beaten down by his sister in the presence of the rest of the clan. They sat with heads lowered while she screeched in rage, screaming that he killed their chances of ever regaining control. Whether it was true or not, no one dared to confront her about it. She was angry, outraged, but then out of nowhere, she grew quieter. Her face unnerved into a mix of unease and agitation, as if a thought lingering in the back of her mind reared its ugly head. A still minute passed before she stared him in the eyes and spoke again. ”Here’s how you can reclaim your dignity…” She gave him a set of demands that have never been spoken amongst the siblings before. Though he was hesitant as it meant the others would have to solve this worsening problem alone, he couldn’t back down from his sister. Not with the shame cutting into him. And so he raced across the sky high above the ocean, her orders resonating in his mind, ”...Head towards the north. Observe the state of the world, soak in all you can. Only then can you return to us.”
I completely forgotten Fae were their own species- I was just using the word as a stand in for magical creatures. It's fixed now. Since he's otherwise good to go, his sheets been moved over!
He's here! Sorry that it turned up later than expected, I was having some trouble figuring out the backstory. Some details might need to be rewritten but the general info is there, it's already long to begin with and I want to get this out before too much time passes. If it isn't the type of premise that would work here I could change his story to be closer to a common dragon life.
Name: Dundurth
Age: 105
Gender: Male
Dragon Appearance: Stoic and tall, he carries himself with his head up and chest arched at a height just shy of 10ft. When including his tail, which is barren of any garnish or spikes, his length reaches 15ft. Instead of the spikes most other dragons yield, he is donned with the large ivory ram horns associated with his breed as well as two lines of plates on his back and underbelly that run from the top of his neck to his hips. Then as the dull maroon plates on top are blended into the leathery texture of his legs and tail with petal-shaped scales, the silver and gold plates underneath continue along the bottom of his tail to further shield his underside. The structure of his torso and legs are similar to a tiger’s, apart from the dark elongated paw pads and the thicker claws extending from his toes, built to deliver powerful blows.
Human Appearance: He stands at 6’5, rectangular in form, average in build. His head amounts to a healthy dark brown straight hair cutting off around his forehead, angular eyebrows with big angular brown eyes to suit, two stiffs of hair under his nose constituting as a mustache and a beard weaved into one braid. If anything else were to stand out about him it would be his hands, palms big enough to cover the face of a rabbit and fingers thick enough to balance two gold coins stacked on top one another. Back in his homeland his clothing was especially meant to blend in with the peasantry, donning simple clothes made of wool and boarhide. However as life goes on he might start to take on more vibrant, elaborate clothing.
From the customs imprinted on him throughout his life, Dundurth grew up to have the black and white mentality of a soldier: disciplined and respectful to those alongside him, devoted to those above him, merciless to those against him. This mentality shows prominently in his behavior, remaining humble in interactions with strangers and friends but not always considerate as he settles on one task at a time without regard to much else. Alongside this he has the tendency to submit to stronger dragons that seem to align with ideals of equity and righteousness, this loyalty dropping at the drop of a dime if they ever play dirty; he opts for fair fights between warriors rather than deceptive mind games or rounds of cat and mouse. At times however, something arises that tempts him to deviate from the honor code ingrained in his subconscious, gnawing away at its influence. In the past the reasons mainly stemmed from his lust for glory. A lover for eyes staring in awe of his deeds, the promise of glory and recognition paired with valor fuels the inner ego within him. Though he did his best not to seem vain and selfish as that was not a good look on anyone, he was always more inclined to test his odds if it meant compliments.
Having only lived on the southern islands and seen few dragons that deviate from them, his bloodline is naive to the cultures found on the rest of the continent. To try to counter this inexperience and abide by his given mission, he seeks to learn more about the world and the other inhabitants he shares it with, starting with the stories they tell. It's possible that in the future his experience in travelling could wear away what his home culture has taught him and reveal more of his true nature.
Magic/Abilities: Unlike many island-based dragons, his species adapted to take on powers relating to the earth and remained wingless. Despite this all dragons in his bloodline can take to the sky through the radiating magic on the soles of their feet, which allow them to ‘gallop’ through the air and maneuver just as they would on the ground. They’re able to match the same- possibly better agility than they have on land, however any missteps or trips could result in them falling out of the sky which is why they’re less inclined to be reckless while on air.
Dundurth’s own magic centers around heat, capable of breathing fire like many other dragons yet he’s able to heat his body up to about 300 degrees Celsius without causing any severe damage. Not only does this allow him to sear anyone who comes in contact with his skin at the wrong moment, but he recently realized that it gives an extra surge of concentrated firepower to his breath, unleashing a powerful laser that has caused great destruction in the past. While he does have magic in human form it´s considerably limited, only capable of heating the palms of his hands. Though it still helps since he is not as adept in the martial arts or weapon training as those back at home, usually resorting to the grapples, throws and palm strikes that mimic his feral fighting style in dragon form. Lastly he’s able to withstand temperatures up to 600 degrees Celsius in both forms, steam streaming from his skin as magic deflects the excess heat.
History:A wounded dragon, weak and exhausted, was soon to meet death much too early. Yet he was approached by an empathic man who had once been on the verge of death as well. The man took him into the vast emptiness of the sea, to an island that housed the man’s own family hidden away in the deep forage surrounding the mountain. There they cared for the dragon’s wounds until he gathered enough strength to stand, continued caring for him until he gathered enough strength to walk, and when he had gathered enough strength to leave they bid him farewell. Touched by the man’s selfless actions, the dragon watched over the man high in the mountaintop. Several months later the family was attacked by a wild boar which threatened to kill the man. And as the boar was about to finish him, the dragon descended from the mountain and in one powerful smack swatted the boar away, sending it flying and running back into the woods.
This tale has become the baseline for the way of life on Hayermeda island. Deemed ‘Guardians’ by what is now Hayermeda’s village, the ever elusive dragons only reveal themselves in times of danger, protecting the village from those that wish to cause harm. However their presence is always looming, shrouded by fog where they stalk in the coverage of the forest. Their proud stature demanded respect from all inhabitants residing within Hayermeda, and in turn respect was given. The people didn’t inch any further with the territories of the dragons that overtook the north half of Hayermeda, leaving said territories as safe havens for magical creatures both native and foreign. In perpetuating the Legend of the Wounded Dragon through acts of subtle intimidation and dramatic heroics, the guardians have managed to maintain peace in their small piece of the world.
As the nations of humankind began to grow around them however, the number of newborn guardians were decreasing year after year. Alongside the decrease of guardians came a decrease in faith. Faith in the legend that the dragons were meant to protect them as the onslaught of foreign merchants over the centuries diminished its strength with their own draconic rumors and tales from their lands. And thus Dundurth’s training began earlier than the previous generations in order to keep up the fragile peace between humans and magical creatures within the island. Along with the rest of his sisters and brothers he learned the basic principles of their role and how to properly carry it out, honing his skills in the claws, bite and brutal charge either meant to intimidate or if all other means failed, to kill. Though it took him longer than his siblings to realize his magic affinity, it wouldn’t take long for the signs to show: The footsteps imprinted on charred rock, the streams of steam flowing from underneath his scales, the burning forage he’d desperately try to put out before anyone noticed. He was proving to be more of a clumsy nuisance as the days went, and a dangerous one at that. It came to the point where he was held back from visiting the base of the mountain in fear that he might be tracked.
When he finally gained better control over his heat, his parents were quickly approaching the last years of their lives. It was only a matter of time, considering they have been keeping up the status quo diligently for the last 3 centuries. They trusted that their last cluster of children would be able to uphold their legacy, and their descendants made the promise to honor that trust. So by the time they took their last breaths, they’ve taken to their obligations as soon as they could. Some took on the lives of humans to live on as vigilantes while others kept within the territory and kept humans from wandering too far up the mountain and too deep into the forest. Dundurth kept to the outskirts of the island with two of his best brothers: Torrance and Tormier. Together they patrolled the perimeter of the island, preventing blood from spilling before it ever had the chance to. Little did they actually travel through Hayermeda’s village as they felt proud to stride as the towering dragons in the forest and bath in what they perceived as admiration from the humans. If they were to go they could only go in the village as inconspicuous no-names, only interacting if any trouble was to stir and then immediately disappearing.
By the 104th year of his life, life at home became much more restless. With work divided amongst the dwindling dragons to protect both magical creatures and human, the humans were pushing into the territories where the fae were supposed to be kept safe. In turn, creatures are becoming distressed and fearful which has resulted in humans getting harmed. And in turn, the humans pushed even further than before. The pressure of the situation had weighed down on his eldest sister Alsandare the most; being the new leader of the family she became prone to carrying responsibility for all that happens on the island, building a burden in her mind that fueled her temper. No one intervened when she unleashed it against her siblings, being part of an unspoken code not to resist from the leader’s judgement. Hope diminished that they could gain control over the direction the humans moved, and it became evident that the lesson in the legend was not only forgotten within the humans but within the guardians themselves.
Yet Dundurth remained hopeful that they could still keep harmony within Hayermeda, proposing an idea to help ease the tensions between all parties. He aimed to rekindle faith in an indirect approach, patrolling closer to the village in dragon form and letting them realize that they were to value them and the other creatures. She didn’t like the idea since only a few would be able to get close as to not arouse suspicion of their sentience, and it would have to be done in a way that seemed natural. Though at this point Alsandare was willing to test anything that could result in reclaiming a calmer life. So the dragons that were already patrolling the area edged closer to the humans. The plan went in motion for the next few days, though they were unsure if it was actually working as intended. Then when nightfall fell, a grand opportunity exposed itself in the form of a big boar moving towards the village. A quick roar would’ve scared it away, but it was too good of an opportunity not to exploit. They let the bear come into view and put on a brief show of theatrics, excited to relish in awe-inspired gazes and relinquish the lost respect. Everything was going swell: the people looked on as they snapped at the boar, pushing it around before allowing it to run off into the woods. Dundurth was to finish off the routine with the roar he was praised for as they chased after the boar and disappeared into the darkness. But instead of a mighty roar, out came a blinding laser which blew up the path of forest and chances of winning over the village’s hearts into flames. The people ran back in fear and panic. Helpless to salvage the progress they made, the only thing they could do was retreat back to the mountaintop and face the ever so generous wrath of their leader.
In the next moments, he was verbally beaten down by his sister in the presence of the rest of the clan. They sat with heads lowered while she screeched in rage, screaming that he killed their chances of ever regaining control. Whether it was true or not, no one dared to confront her about it. She was angry, outraged, but then out of nowhere, she grew quieter. Her face unnerved into a mix of unease and agitation, as if a thought lingering in the back of her mind reared its ugly head. A still minute passed before she stared him in the eyes and spoke again. ”Here’s how you can reclaim your dignity…” She gave him a set of demands that have never been spoken amongst the siblings before. Though he was hesitant as it meant the others would have to solve this worsening problem alone, he couldn’t back down from his sister. Not with the shame cutting into him. And so he raced across the sky high above the ocean, her orders resonating in his mind, ”...Head towards the north. Observe the state of the world, soak in all you can. Only then can you return to us.”
Hello, I'm kidgoat and I deprive myself of social fun on a daily basis so I'm going to try and break that habit here. I probably won't be that talkative though I'll try my best.
Since Autosave is not supported for this form and I'm too lazy to shift this to google docs, consider this a WIP.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello, I'm kidgoat and I deprive myself of social fun on a daily basis so I'm going to try and break that habit here. I probably won't be that talkative though I'll try my best. <br><br>Since Autosave is not supported for this form and I'm too lazy to shift this to google docs, consider this a WIP.</div>
