Post by Rago on Dec 30, 2013 20:14:22 GMT -8
Name: Rago
Age: 534
Class: Air manakete [10]
Appearance: Rago, as a man, appears quite imposing. Standing over six feet with a stocky build, some thick scruffy hair and a rugged beard of brown. It's not uncommon for him to be mistaken as some kind of laborer, or on particularly bad times a bandit. Partially because of his outfit that resembles some kind of tattered vest more then it does any type of proper clothing. Unlike many dragons, he's not particularly vain about his appearance which is reflected in the form he takes as a human. He's not exactly shy about his dragon wings either, and is more likely to have them out then in, a pair of large bronze color wings.
As a dragon he's not as imposing as his human form would imply. While he is by no means unimpressive, he's far more majestic then what would first be implied. His scales are a glittering brass color and his form is covered in what appears to be spikes of a sort. With four horns and a frill of spikes adorning his crown. His form is well adapted for flight, which is good considering he could fly for long periods of time without even stopping to rest. He's one of those one dragons you occasionally see just flying through the sky if you watch the clouds hard enough.
Personality: Rago was never one to keep to his self, some dragons could go centuries all by their lonesome but that always seemed boring to him. As a dragon he has the expanded lifespan that means he outlives many of the humans he may meet or even the Taguel he comes across, though the latter is usually because they get themselves killed. Instead of dwelling of the mortality of man, he finds it absolutely fascinating. How different people are, how they change in such a short time, how a man can do as much as a dragon in as short as twenty year for what takes them decades or centuries. A fierce burning curiosity boils within him, as well as a terrible sense of wanderlust that leads him to travel from place to place with little forethought before his actions. He's remarkably self centered, but not in the sort of way that he only cares about his self. Rather that he is usually so absorbed in the things he finds interesting that it's hard to rouse him to anything else that is going on. As such he's usually neutral force in any conflict and he has even been sighted wandering around battlegrounds with little care for the carnage going on around him. Unless, of course, you provoke him. For while he is usually passive, he is still a dragon and humans are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
Backstory: Rago, like many other dragons, was born in a clutch of many. Siblings, brothers and sisters aplenty. Far and away from any humans or villages in a rocky territory with many spires of stone and lands rough and ill suited for farming. Of course just as this land is ever populated with dragons aplenty, as is it littered with countless children of man. A small clan of bandits made it's home near their nest, but they were mostly of no threat or issue. They were far enough away that Rago's parents cared not for these humans, but they were close enough that Rago could watch them afar. They made their home in these cruel rocky regions to drive off attempts of rooting them out from fear of the dragons that called these mountains their home. Rago's siblings never cared much for them, and were occupied upon themselves. Hunting, fishing, and playing with each other. There was always one dragon missing, however. Rago loved to watch the humans, the same humans he first saw as a hatchling were now so different. The hatchlings were now full grown and the ones who bore the children were now elderly and covered in wrinkles. It was only thirty years, what happened? It was so odd. His parents have lived for thousands of year, and they were entirely the same as they ever were. He was still just a hatchling his self.
He asked his parents about this and they told him that humans only live a century before dying. That was crazy. Only a century? How did you get anything done in such a short time? They go from hatchlings to adults in just a short two decades, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. He continued to watch them over the years, children turning into men, turning into elders, dying of old age, and their great grand children repeating the cycle yet somehow different. People left sometimes, and never returned, while others were brought in and became new members of their family. They killed people, they stole from people, and to be honest the bandits were all around despiteful beings but he viewed them with such childlike wonder. As soon as he was old enough to leave the nest, he set off to see if it was like this everywhere. If humans all over the world lived in such a way, or if these men that lived near his nest were special. That was when he first discovered a human city, such strange things created by human hands. Things he never would have even thought of.
It was absolutely fascinating. The humans always treated him with a bit of distance and a wary eye, but usually he didn't even notice such a thing. He never realized the world was so big, and filled with so many things. Even in his long life things were always changing, places that were empty just as little as a century ago sprung up into sprawling villas as if overnight. Places that were full of life one day become abandoned and filled with monsters the next.
This is how he's spent the majority of his life, exploring the land and trying to see everything there is to see. It isn't just humans either, taguel and monsters interest him as well, but for different reasons. While dragons have countless mysteries surrounding them, it always felt so boring compared to humans. There were dragons 3000 years old, his grandfather was one, but they never seem to want to say anything about anything and were more inclined to just sit around harumphing about how they are so old or something. A dragon the was there a decade ago is likely to still be there for another twenty years, while in that time a human has went through the majority of their life. With the world always constantly changing and shifting with new people being born everyday, he is never without anything to do.
Age: 534
Class: Air manakete [10]
Appearance: Rago, as a man, appears quite imposing. Standing over six feet with a stocky build, some thick scruffy hair and a rugged beard of brown. It's not uncommon for him to be mistaken as some kind of laborer, or on particularly bad times a bandit. Partially because of his outfit that resembles some kind of tattered vest more then it does any type of proper clothing. Unlike many dragons, he's not particularly vain about his appearance which is reflected in the form he takes as a human. He's not exactly shy about his dragon wings either, and is more likely to have them out then in, a pair of large bronze color wings.
As a dragon he's not as imposing as his human form would imply. While he is by no means unimpressive, he's far more majestic then what would first be implied. His scales are a glittering brass color and his form is covered in what appears to be spikes of a sort. With four horns and a frill of spikes adorning his crown. His form is well adapted for flight, which is good considering he could fly for long periods of time without even stopping to rest. He's one of those one dragons you occasionally see just flying through the sky if you watch the clouds hard enough.
Personality: Rago was never one to keep to his self, some dragons could go centuries all by their lonesome but that always seemed boring to him. As a dragon he has the expanded lifespan that means he outlives many of the humans he may meet or even the Taguel he comes across, though the latter is usually because they get themselves killed. Instead of dwelling of the mortality of man, he finds it absolutely fascinating. How different people are, how they change in such a short time, how a man can do as much as a dragon in as short as twenty year for what takes them decades or centuries. A fierce burning curiosity boils within him, as well as a terrible sense of wanderlust that leads him to travel from place to place with little forethought before his actions. He's remarkably self centered, but not in the sort of way that he only cares about his self. Rather that he is usually so absorbed in the things he finds interesting that it's hard to rouse him to anything else that is going on. As such he's usually neutral force in any conflict and he has even been sighted wandering around battlegrounds with little care for the carnage going on around him. Unless, of course, you provoke him. For while he is usually passive, he is still a dragon and humans are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
Backstory: Rago, like many other dragons, was born in a clutch of many. Siblings, brothers and sisters aplenty. Far and away from any humans or villages in a rocky territory with many spires of stone and lands rough and ill suited for farming. Of course just as this land is ever populated with dragons aplenty, as is it littered with countless children of man. A small clan of bandits made it's home near their nest, but they were mostly of no threat or issue. They were far enough away that Rago's parents cared not for these humans, but they were close enough that Rago could watch them afar. They made their home in these cruel rocky regions to drive off attempts of rooting them out from fear of the dragons that called these mountains their home. Rago's siblings never cared much for them, and were occupied upon themselves. Hunting, fishing, and playing with each other. There was always one dragon missing, however. Rago loved to watch the humans, the same humans he first saw as a hatchling were now so different. The hatchlings were now full grown and the ones who bore the children were now elderly and covered in wrinkles. It was only thirty years, what happened? It was so odd. His parents have lived for thousands of year, and they were entirely the same as they ever were. He was still just a hatchling his self.
He asked his parents about this and they told him that humans only live a century before dying. That was crazy. Only a century? How did you get anything done in such a short time? They go from hatchlings to adults in just a short two decades, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. He continued to watch them over the years, children turning into men, turning into elders, dying of old age, and their great grand children repeating the cycle yet somehow different. People left sometimes, and never returned, while others were brought in and became new members of their family. They killed people, they stole from people, and to be honest the bandits were all around despiteful beings but he viewed them with such childlike wonder. As soon as he was old enough to leave the nest, he set off to see if it was like this everywhere. If humans all over the world lived in such a way, or if these men that lived near his nest were special. That was when he first discovered a human city, such strange things created by human hands. Things he never would have even thought of.
It was absolutely fascinating. The humans always treated him with a bit of distance and a wary eye, but usually he didn't even notice such a thing. He never realized the world was so big, and filled with so many things. Even in his long life things were always changing, places that were empty just as little as a century ago sprung up into sprawling villas as if overnight. Places that were full of life one day become abandoned and filled with monsters the next.
This is how he's spent the majority of his life, exploring the land and trying to see everything there is to see. It isn't just humans either, taguel and monsters interest him as well, but for different reasons. While dragons have countless mysteries surrounding them, it always felt so boring compared to humans. There were dragons 3000 years old, his grandfather was one, but they never seem to want to say anything about anything and were more inclined to just sit around harumphing about how they are so old or something. A dragon the was there a decade ago is likely to still be there for another twenty years, while in that time a human has went through the majority of their life. With the world always constantly changing and shifting with new people being born everyday, he is never without anything to do.
