Dominus

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings. — J.R.R Tolkien, The Hobbit Stereotypes Mayflies. As brief as can be, like a breath. ...Yet why does a beast such as I feel so drawn to them, then? Once plentiful, I know nothing of what they have become. Do dreams still manage in this grey world? I miss Her like I would miss my heart. Dead for centuries, due to petty, human infighting. Shouldn't such beings be above this? I wonder what the Magi are like in these days? I remember the wolves howling beyond my mountain in the ancient times. This world does not look like a world they could exist in, however. Extinct, no doubt. We are as varied as dreams, even though many of us are not birthed from them. I am eternally curious of the Others. I have never had a Clutch of other dragons to be with in the past. How odd would it be to find one now? Background Coming Soon Contacts None Be the first? Description This burly man stands a robust 6'4". He's thickly muscled, with wide shoulders and large, calloused hands. His age is hard to tell, but somewhere in his late-thirties or mid-forties seems just about right. His hair is dark red and falls past his waist in light curls, though is often messy. He has a thick beard as well, with hints of grey. He's a handsome man, but if he was cleaned up he would be quite the looker. He has faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and intensely blue eyes, contrasting his dark hair and tanned skin quite well. The man wears dirty, cast-off clothing that does not fit well. Jeans and whatever t-shirt he can scrounge up, usually. When he is in an urban environment he tends towards a pair of well-worn, sturdy hiking boots. Logs No pages meet these criteria. Vital Stats Race: Bygone (Dragon) Heritage: Fire Full Name: Aschkranagiall Date of Birth: 45 AD Apparent Age: Thirties Demeanor: Director Height: 6'4" as a human. Blue Whale size as a dragon. Played-By: AI Art (For now) Notable Stats Strength 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ Linguistics 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴 Academics 🔴🔴🔴⚫️⚫️ Lore Mage 🔴🔴⚫️⚫️⚫️ RP Hooks Idyllwild: Something dwells out there in the deep mountain cracks and wooded thickets. Dominus works to survive out there as best he can. Perhaps you go on a camping or hiking trip? Hunting for deer? Maybe you heard rumors of some new, massive cryptid? Stolen: Dominus is old, and he once had power. His vast wings took up the sky, and his fire could melt townships. His hoard filled a mountainside, and the Romans would bring him tribute. (There's a whole other RP hook for Rome, though.) Either way, he was captured a few centuries ago by a cabal of Nephandi, who used vile magicks to siphon his power. He was reduced to what he is today, and seeks to regain some semblance of what he lost. Rome: While he has existed along a number of cultures over the last two thousand years or so, he views Rome as his 'glory days'. Those who knew of his existence saw him as a demigod. A child of Pluto himself! A cult popped up around him, mostly made up of soldiers (And quite a number of women, which he was not averse to taking advantage of. I never said he was a great guy.) Some records might tell of the ancient beast that lived in the Apennines. Magi: He once knew a bit about the other races, but that knowledge has proven useless as times change and his knowledge was sapped from him. Mages, however, he still has a bit of knowledge about. During the late 1190's or so, he met and fell in love with a French girl who was a skilled member of the Order of Hermes. He worked beside her for a good number of years, and they fell in love. However, she was murdered during the Massasa War. Curiosity: Dominus is curious about this new world, and while he sleeps in the wild, he has begun heading into the city more and more often. He looks like a big, burly homeless guy or wild man, and he can be hard to miss. If it's in the city, the man can likely be bumped into! Lonely: He is a prideful creature, but a lonely one. The right company could assuage a lot of problems he has, but it would not be easy for the person who ends up filling that role. Soundtrack Mountain Goats - Autoclave Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure You ought to head for the exits, the sooner, the better I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make my home her home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost And I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn And there's no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls On a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls And the dream went on forever, one single static frame Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make her home my home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave