Darril - The Fire Dragoon

Name: Darril

Age: 18

Race: Fire Dragoon

Sex: Male

Hair: Mid-length Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 165 lbs

Height: 6 ft, 2 inches

Weapon: A long broadsword called Dragon’s Fire. The blade itself is a fiery red-orange and is fire-shaped (if that makes any sense). When willed, the blade will erupt in flames. The flames on the blade cannot be put out except by its wielder’s will. His dragon form hands and feet.

Armor: His wings, which he uses as shields, gauntlets, and shin guards.

Strengths: Darril has dragon-like strength and speed. His wings can protect him from most attacks, magical or otherwise. Fire attacks only make him stronger. He has excellent eyesight. Normally, he is very agile.

Weakness: Water and ice magic. Other than his wings, he is vulnerable to attacks, since he has no armor. He cannot swim. In his dragon form, he is not very maneuverable, especially on the ground. When angered, his attacks become sloppy and less acurate.

Skills/Magic: He can, of course, fly. He can change his hands and feet from normal to a dragon-like form. In the dragon form, his hands and feet become scaly and clawed, and he can use them to climb almost any surface. He can summon and control fire. He also has several different fire attacks.

Jet Fire: He can shoot jets of fire from his hands. He can also shoot it from his feet, which will let him fly considerably faster.

Fireball: He shoots a fireball from his hands that explodes on contact.

Fire Shield: A shield of flames surrounds him.

Fire Vortex: Darril is engulfed in a swirling vortex of fire. It spreads to encompass any nearby enemies. The pull of the vortex will also pull items and enemies into it.

Armageddon: Darril will fly high up into the sky, before turning around and plummeting back down to earth as a fiery missile. When he hits the ground, an explosion erupts from his point of contact, spreading out to engulf surrounding enemies. This does minor damage to Darril as well as the enemies.

Fire Dragon: Darril transforms into a large red dragon, complete with scales that will protect him, a tail to whip enemies, and a snout to breath flames from. Darril only uses this as a last resort. Once he transforms back to his normal form, he is completely drained and pretty much done for.

Personality: Darril is normally very forward and blunt. He says what needs to be said, and won’t beat around the bush. He’s very kind, if a little arrogant and hotheaded (pun intended). But his bursts of anger don’t last long, and he will quickly apologize. Appropriate to his forward nature, Darril is very bold and couragous. He can’t stand to stay in one place too long, for he suffers from a great wanderlust.

Appearance: The back of Darril’s hair is pulled back in a ponytail, leaving two long “clumps” hanging in his face. He wears a green sleeveless tunic with red embroidery and designs. His pants are blue, with red designs that match his tunics. He has two large wings covered with hard, shiny blue-green scales sticking out the back of his tunic. He wears a blue-green cloak with red flame designs at the bottom to keep them hidden.

History: Darril was born in a dragoon city within a deep and vast valley, away from the rest of the world. Darril was born with a particular wanderlust that caused the other dragoons to regard him as strange and abnormal. As he grew up in this valley paradise, he found he was unhappy. He was always trying to get past the moutains that held him in the valley like walls. He often encouraged the other Dragoon children to come with him, but they never succeeded. His whole life, he resented his parents for the lectures and reprimands the gave him for wandering outside the city.

The more he grew, the more he became shunded by the other Dragoons, child and adult alike. He spent most of his time in the fields outside of the city, with his one good friend, Learith, a water Dragoon. Learith had studied in magic his whole life, and passed what he learned onto Darril. In turn, Darril thought Learith how to fight hand-to-hand.

When they were 15, Darril and Learith decided, that while life in the valley was almost heavenly, it was not enough for them. They left, without looking back. They soon found that life on the outside was harder then they had first thought. Most people ran from them on sight, due to their wings, although they did manage to find acceptance among people just as strange to normal folk as they were.

At 16, the dragoons joined a party of mercenaries. They stayed with this party for a whole year. They went on many missions and adventures. During a raid on a dragon’s lair, the party found Dragon’s Fire. In the battle with the dragon, Darril broke his normal broadsword off under the scales protecting the dragon’s heart. The blade pierced through the creature’s heart, sending it into a dying frenzy.

In the confusion and chaos, Darril and Learith were engulfed in the dragon’s flame breath. Because of his fire powers, Darril wasn’t harmed. Instead, the flames coursed through him, making him stronger, and giving him the power to transform into the form of the dragon he had killed. Learith, however, was burnt to a crisp. It was argued for several days and nights who shall get the blade, for it was put in the “keep” pile. Finally, since he delivered the final blow, the group all agreed that the blade go to Darril, who keeps it in memory of Learith.

After a year, Darril grew tired of the mercenary party and the work they took. He left on his own to find his own work. Over the next year, he set himself to further developing his powers and skills.

I'd like to see some more added to the History before I can approve.

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