Dragon's Ascent
02-15-07, 11:48 PM
Name: Isaiah Outcast
Age: 1,601
Race: Red-Blooded DragonLord[i]Created by the Father of the Tal'Vornian Gods, Shaltar, DragonLords are humanoid in nature, but nothing like the average human. Sharing the blood of Dragons, Hydras, and Wyvern, DragonLords have inherited Strength, Speed, and the unique ability to regenerate wounds they've sustained. Generally larger than most humans, DragonLord's are taller and wider in the shoulders, their spinal column at least three times thicker than a humans. Their lungs are leathery, and when ruptured, often regenerate within seconds to prohibit death by suffocation. As they age, every breed of DragonLord develops their abilities further, and grow new ones, including a Draconic breath weapon, wings, claws, and finally, after many years of training, the ability to make the Final Shift: to biomorph into a Dragon. Being of the Red blood, Isaiah is unnaturally fast, able to move faster than the eye can see for short bursts of time.
Hair Color: Red, shoulder length hair.
Eye Color: Dull red, the color of rust.
Height: 6'4"
Weightt: 16 1/2 Stone (230 Pounds)
Occupation: Freelance Warrior/Mercenary
Personality: Having seen the death of his Race, Isaiah is prone to almost psychotic bursts of rage or sorrow. However, with his transportation past the Ether Sea, and into the lands of Althanas, Isaiah's tantrums have partially subsided. Here, in Althanas, he is not the last of his race- he is simply a unique life form. Not having to watch his race die allows him to pretend that it isn't dying, and that he is only separated from his kin.
History:
[i]"It comforts me to believe you will one day read this letter, though my mind tells me it will never be so. The Ether Sea seperates us, and the death of our race may have already retaken you, and will surely have done so by the time I come home again. I don't know why Timus, the God of Time, saw fit to forever ruin my sleep with these visions of the death of DragonKind. Shaltar, the All-Father made us for war, and we were never able to overcome our faults, but to see the fruits of our belligerence, to truly see it... is something no DragonLord should have to do. Our race was once noble. Our race was once honorable. At one time we sat beneath the heavens, friend to both the Angels and Dragons. Once, we knew peace, and civilization. But with the coming of the usurpers, the curse called humanity, our time has come to an end. The Great War to tear down the walls of Primus and end the human threat broke us. Now there is nothing to wait for, save the slow crawl of time towards our inevitable extinction...
Now, here, I am free from the dreams that hang over me. The dreams that remind me of what waits for you, and for Drake, Alexis and Jxom... I only see when I've had to much drink, or not enough. Here, I can pretend that I am a mutation, not one of the last of a dying, noble race. As I decided when I was brought here by Timus, I will try to find a way home to you.
But if I should die alone, as I have always feared I would, I pray to find you in the AfterTime. And if you should die before me, know that I will love you until the suns burn out."
In the beginning, Shaltar, the All-Father, crafted the first DragonLord, Drake FrostHeart. Drake FrostHeart, in turn, made many children in his time. Mating with a Red Blooded DragonLord, the offspring was named Isaiah. Taking after his mother's blood, rather than his father's, he lacked the pure brute strength that made the Black DragonLord's as powerful as they were. Instead, he took the speed inherent in the Reds, and with it he became a warrior of great renown. Wielding his dual axes in the defense of his homeland and Shaltar's honor, he lived a life of war, fire, and blood, until the day he met Alicia SilverSword.
In the beginning, there were no humans on the world of Tal'Vorn. Their arrival, in flaming ships that streaked across the sky like great streamers of blood and smoke, brought an end to the times of peace. With their high technology, the Haman's began a war they believed they could win. But when the Elder races banded together, and tore down their city of Primus, the humans were bereft of their precious Technology, and outcast to the city of Vorn, in the depths of a glass desert. Seeking to reaffirm their power, Humanity turned to magic. This in turn led to the creation of a dozen Sects of magic, and their ruling body, the Magus Council. Lisha SilverSword sat at the head of the Council during a conflict known as the Mage Wars.
When Isaiah met her, and fell in love with her, he was Outcast from his race. He gave up everything to be with this Human, who belonged to the Race that had broken his own, and damned it to extinction. Eventually, he was betrayed by the Lady SilverSword, and he found no respite with his kind. Though he was betrayed, they held no sympathy for him. How could they feel sympathy because the betrayer was betrayed? He had only gotten what he deserved.
Returning to his warrior's way of life, he wandered the lands, eventually meeting a DragonLady named Alicia FairHeart. While she knew of his Outcasting, she traveled with him. Eventually, the love he felt for her was returned, and he gave her a child. Before he could see the baby born, however, Fate intervened. Timus, the God of Time, rarely explains his actions, and he didn't do so when he picked Isaiah up out of his time, and casually flung him forward, almost three thousand and five hundred winters into the future. Here, Isaiah saw the death of his Race. The only ones remaining were Drake, Jxom, and Alexis... And three DragonLord's could not hope to re-populate their race, even had the last DragonLady not been utterly insane. The DragonLord race was dead.
Timus once again influenced Isaiah's destiny. Hurling him through the Ether Sea, and beyond the Outer Reaches, Isaiah found himself in a strange land, where he knew nothing, and no one. All he had were his axes, and his memories.
Skills:
[Red DragonLord] Speed - For short bursts of time (Five seconds or less), Isaiah is able to move three times faster than the average human. Once this effect ends, it takes at least sixty seconds for his muscles to regenerate enough to use this power again. During the process of moving this fast, the muscles twist and fray. Immediately afterward, Isaiah is weak and pained for the next sixty seconds.
[Red DragonLord] Flame Sac - Isaiah is able to grow the Flame sac of Red Dragons inside his throat, allowing him to spit flame for bursts of up to two seconds once every three minutes.
[DragonLord] Regeneration - Isaiah can regenerate small wounds, including cuts, scrapes, and abrasions within a few seconds. As he ages, and grows in strength, this ability will grow stronger. At current, this is ineffective against anything larger than a scrape.
Inventory
Dual Axes - As his weapon, Isaiah has chosen to wield two Axes at the same time, one in each hand. Aside from having a keen edge and a leather-wrapped shaft, these weapons are unremarkable.
(*Coughs* Still trying to find my way around here... if this is over-powered, I'll tone down whatever I need to.)
Age: 1,601
Race: Red-Blooded DragonLord[i]Created by the Father of the Tal'Vornian Gods, Shaltar, DragonLords are humanoid in nature, but nothing like the average human. Sharing the blood of Dragons, Hydras, and Wyvern, DragonLords have inherited Strength, Speed, and the unique ability to regenerate wounds they've sustained. Generally larger than most humans, DragonLord's are taller and wider in the shoulders, their spinal column at least three times thicker than a humans. Their lungs are leathery, and when ruptured, often regenerate within seconds to prohibit death by suffocation. As they age, every breed of DragonLord develops their abilities further, and grow new ones, including a Draconic breath weapon, wings, claws, and finally, after many years of training, the ability to make the Final Shift: to biomorph into a Dragon. Being of the Red blood, Isaiah is unnaturally fast, able to move faster than the eye can see for short bursts of time.
Hair Color: Red, shoulder length hair.
Eye Color: Dull red, the color of rust.
Height: 6'4"
Weightt: 16 1/2 Stone (230 Pounds)
Occupation: Freelance Warrior/Mercenary
Personality: Having seen the death of his Race, Isaiah is prone to almost psychotic bursts of rage or sorrow. However, with his transportation past the Ether Sea, and into the lands of Althanas, Isaiah's tantrums have partially subsided. Here, in Althanas, he is not the last of his race- he is simply a unique life form. Not having to watch his race die allows him to pretend that it isn't dying, and that he is only separated from his kin.
History:
[i]"It comforts me to believe you will one day read this letter, though my mind tells me it will never be so. The Ether Sea seperates us, and the death of our race may have already retaken you, and will surely have done so by the time I come home again. I don't know why Timus, the God of Time, saw fit to forever ruin my sleep with these visions of the death of DragonKind. Shaltar, the All-Father made us for war, and we were never able to overcome our faults, but to see the fruits of our belligerence, to truly see it... is something no DragonLord should have to do. Our race was once noble. Our race was once honorable. At one time we sat beneath the heavens, friend to both the Angels and Dragons. Once, we knew peace, and civilization. But with the coming of the usurpers, the curse called humanity, our time has come to an end. The Great War to tear down the walls of Primus and end the human threat broke us. Now there is nothing to wait for, save the slow crawl of time towards our inevitable extinction...
Now, here, I am free from the dreams that hang over me. The dreams that remind me of what waits for you, and for Drake, Alexis and Jxom... I only see when I've had to much drink, or not enough. Here, I can pretend that I am a mutation, not one of the last of a dying, noble race. As I decided when I was brought here by Timus, I will try to find a way home to you.
But if I should die alone, as I have always feared I would, I pray to find you in the AfterTime. And if you should die before me, know that I will love you until the suns burn out."
In the beginning, Shaltar, the All-Father, crafted the first DragonLord, Drake FrostHeart. Drake FrostHeart, in turn, made many children in his time. Mating with a Red Blooded DragonLord, the offspring was named Isaiah. Taking after his mother's blood, rather than his father's, he lacked the pure brute strength that made the Black DragonLord's as powerful as they were. Instead, he took the speed inherent in the Reds, and with it he became a warrior of great renown. Wielding his dual axes in the defense of his homeland and Shaltar's honor, he lived a life of war, fire, and blood, until the day he met Alicia SilverSword.
In the beginning, there were no humans on the world of Tal'Vorn. Their arrival, in flaming ships that streaked across the sky like great streamers of blood and smoke, brought an end to the times of peace. With their high technology, the Haman's began a war they believed they could win. But when the Elder races banded together, and tore down their city of Primus, the humans were bereft of their precious Technology, and outcast to the city of Vorn, in the depths of a glass desert. Seeking to reaffirm their power, Humanity turned to magic. This in turn led to the creation of a dozen Sects of magic, and their ruling body, the Magus Council. Lisha SilverSword sat at the head of the Council during a conflict known as the Mage Wars.
When Isaiah met her, and fell in love with her, he was Outcast from his race. He gave up everything to be with this Human, who belonged to the Race that had broken his own, and damned it to extinction. Eventually, he was betrayed by the Lady SilverSword, and he found no respite with his kind. Though he was betrayed, they held no sympathy for him. How could they feel sympathy because the betrayer was betrayed? He had only gotten what he deserved.
Returning to his warrior's way of life, he wandered the lands, eventually meeting a DragonLady named Alicia FairHeart. While she knew of his Outcasting, she traveled with him. Eventually, the love he felt for her was returned, and he gave her a child. Before he could see the baby born, however, Fate intervened. Timus, the God of Time, rarely explains his actions, and he didn't do so when he picked Isaiah up out of his time, and casually flung him forward, almost three thousand and five hundred winters into the future. Here, Isaiah saw the death of his Race. The only ones remaining were Drake, Jxom, and Alexis... And three DragonLord's could not hope to re-populate their race, even had the last DragonLady not been utterly insane. The DragonLord race was dead.
Timus once again influenced Isaiah's destiny. Hurling him through the Ether Sea, and beyond the Outer Reaches, Isaiah found himself in a strange land, where he knew nothing, and no one. All he had were his axes, and his memories.
Skills:
[Red DragonLord] Speed - For short bursts of time (Five seconds or less), Isaiah is able to move three times faster than the average human. Once this effect ends, it takes at least sixty seconds for his muscles to regenerate enough to use this power again. During the process of moving this fast, the muscles twist and fray. Immediately afterward, Isaiah is weak and pained for the next sixty seconds.
[Red DragonLord] Flame Sac - Isaiah is able to grow the Flame sac of Red Dragons inside his throat, allowing him to spit flame for bursts of up to two seconds once every three minutes.
[DragonLord] Regeneration - Isaiah can regenerate small wounds, including cuts, scrapes, and abrasions within a few seconds. As he ages, and grows in strength, this ability will grow stronger. At current, this is ineffective against anything larger than a scrape.
Inventory
Dual Axes - As his weapon, Isaiah has chosen to wield two Axes at the same time, one in each hand. Aside from having a keen edge and a leather-wrapped shaft, these weapons are unremarkable.
(*Coughs* Still trying to find my way around here... if this is over-powered, I'll tone down whatever I need to.)