User:Draiman
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Statistics
Name: Draiman Age: 210 Born in: Vailkrin Areas Active: Vailkrin Race: Black Dragon Class: Death Mage Region:Dark Forest Eyes: Grey Hair: Bald Skin: Dark Dragon Height: 16 Feet. Dragon Length: 24 Feet. Dragon Wingspan: 32 Feet. Marital Status: Single Alignment: Lawful Evil Political Status: None Clan Status: N/A Guild Status: N/A
RP Gear
Location | Name |
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Weapon | Place Holder |
Shield | Place Holder |
Face | Place Holder |
Head | Place Holder |
Left Ear | Place Holder |
Right Ear | Place Holder |
Nect | Place Holder |
Shoulders | Place Holder |
Body | Necromatic-Preserved ElfSkin Robes |
Left Arm | Place Holder |
Right Arm | Place Holder |
Left Wrist | Place Holder |
Right Wrist | Place Holder |
Hands | Place Holder |
Left Finger | Place Holder |
Right Finger | Place Holder |
Waist | Place Holder |
Legs | Place Holder |
Feet | Place Holder |
Pet | Aura Of Fear |
Slaves
Name | Original race | Class | Job |
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Zandor | Preklek | Warrior | Bodyguard |
History
Its been so long.
The death cult, a group dedicated to serving and preaching about Vakmatharas was passing through the graveyard to do their annual "Día de Muertos" service. It was there the cult ran across an egg. Immediately seeing the potential (who wouldn't) in having their own dragon, the cult took the egg back to their church. After gaining the approval of the high priest it became a matter of time.
At first they treated him as a pet. After the high priest was given the highest reward from Vakmatharas. A new priest took the leadership of the group and saw the potential in the young hatchling. In a matter of days he was taken away from the cult to begin to apprentece under Magister Cartwright.
Lessons in the dark magic filled the young dragons life. Once the baisc uses of magic were mastered Cartwright started to teach the ways of curses and powerful blood magic. When members of the cult would act beyond the Magisters will the reward would be to be the young lads practice victims.
The members of the cult came and left meanwhile Draiman's training continued. During one such lesson the dragon was brought an elderly man. Though devoted to the cult his usefulness became more of a hindrance. After ripping the soul from the elder and consuming the man, Draiman took the visage of the deceased applying it to his own form to rejoin the ranks.
One night after ritual, the avatar of Vakmatharas made his presence known to the cult. Sensing weaknesses in Vakarash the dragon challenged the demi god. However due to lack of experience the dragon fell. From having attacked the demigod and failing to win, exile from the cult was Draiman's reward.
Now alone and wandering the world Draiman seeks to advance his knowledge in the dark arts and better himself to fight the demi-god once again.