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Magical Ability:

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Element of Fire: Vaathunaax has the ability to generate a powerful breath of fire, which burns hot enough to even melt metals like tungsten. The fire can either be a constant stream of destruction or be rapidly fired in short burst of flame. The flame has a white-blueish tint to it when generated and only when it has hit its target does it turn red with a purple tint. The breaths power and size depends on how much energy is put behind it. If the flames are left undisturbed they can burn for up to an hour after whatever fed the fire is reduced to ashes. When he is generating the fire his eyes seem to glow a more crimson colour and the scales around his mouth and on his neck seem to quiver with energy, they might even emit a small, high pitched sound if he charges the breath long enough. They function as a warning to him and to his surroundings.
If charged too much the breath can backfire and explode when released or explode before it leaves him. This could be fatal depending on the strength. 
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Appearance:

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Dragon form: A giant of a beast, he easily towers over the castles some call strongholds. He has a set of glowing embers for eyes, which seem to change between a crimson and magma colours. His skin is an impenetrable armour with smouldering crimson scales and membranes bringing colour to his body. He is equipped with large talons on his feet and on top of his wings. His mouth is filled with several rows of razor-sharp teeth, the front row which is retractable, and several nubs and horns on his head and down his neck.  He is not a heavy-build dragon, as some earth dragons are, but neither is he as lithe as some air dragons, he is built more towards speed, but has a good portion of everything. However should it come down to brute strength between him and another dragon, which is built for strength, he would not be the victor. 

[break]Human form: In his human form he takes the form of a man around thirty-five with ever-changing hazel eyes and a mane of brown hair, which ends somewhere around the middle of his neck. Even as a human he easily stands at 6 feet and 3 inches and towers over most and can easily come across as intimidating with his jawline and swooshing hair.  However, he has mastered the art of seeming more approachable and friendly. When angered to a point where he is almost out of control, his eyes will glow red and scales will sprout from his skin, as his transformation is trying to undo itself. He has to fight and use all his willpower to will it away and even then he might not be able to stop a full transformation. 
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Personality:

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Vaathunaax. Vathu. World-eater. Bone-crusher. The Scorched Beast. The Ardent. He has many names, most have been gifted to him by non-dragons. So much time has passed he can barely remember who he was before he emerged from the confines of his prison at the end of the war, the one that led to the Force of the Ashes-treaty. What he does remember he is trying to shove into the darkest pit of his soul and forget it because it is easier to forget why he is the way he is and deal with the betrayal and hurt he has experienced. Now he plays a dangerous game of masquerade. He enjoys bending and breaking his victims, making them so dependent on him, that they wouldn't be able to live without him and his approval. He has a twisted humour, little to no empathy and he very rarely does anything, which won't benefit him in some way. He can masquerade as a friend or lover as long as necessary, but when the curtain falls and reveals the monster behind it, it will be too late to run. [break]
Even though he once roamed the sky and left only death behind him, he is not only driven by his murderous instincts, he is highly intelligent and once in a while he even shares his wisdom with others. He thrives in chaos, death and with none to answer to and command with him. He serves himself and only himself, so if his survival requires him to work with others he can do it, but you shouldn't expect anything more of him.  [break]
When you get under all the masks he has created he is a very dominant, sadistic personality and he demands total submission from his followers and some dragons view him as unfit for the Council, but he still has the Dragons survival in mind. He is power hungry and sometimes he seems insane, but along with that cocktail of brutality, he still has a love for stories and knowledge. Sometimes you might even catch a glimpse of the gentler creature he once was. 
He has a weakness for neglected children and young creatures, which inclines him to take them under his wing, raise them and if they prove themselves useful he might not kill them when they grow to be old enough to take care of themselves.  [break]
When it comes to love, he is guarded and with no desire to give his heart to anyone, who doesn't deserve it or bring something extraordinary into his life. 
He splits his time between his job as a healer and his more questionable activities. So far he has managed to keep the body-count low enough to avoid suspicion. 
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History:

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Vaathunaax emerged from a black egg with crimson specks of color. He was the biggest of his four siblings. What followed was happy memories, playful days in the sky, snatching wild sheep and deer from the ground. He was hatched into a family of a stern father and a loving mother. However, the happiness only lasted for fifty years. Then their father fell in a battle over territory with a water dragon. The small family travelled into the world with no place to call home, they found refuge for a short time with a group of friendly earth dragons, they were smaller than most dragons and could dig tunnels and create mountains through combined powers. It was magical, even for Vaathu. The family thought the earth dragons territory would be home for hundreds of years, but after a mere 30 years, their mother dragged the siblings with her to a younger dragon. He was a great blue-grey ice dragon called Fauks. He wanted to throw the siblings out and barely tolerated them. Their mother, Gaiech, however, would have none of it. She loved this Fauks, even though the siblings voiced their worries.  [break] [break]
It was around this time the siblings started to venture near other creatures. Vaathu, however, did not share their interest. Fauks noticed this and started to spend time with him. He started to teach him how to keep his body heat up, so he could recover from water and ice attacks faster. Gaiech was over the moon, when she found out at least one of her children seemed to accept their new father. However, things soon turned sour. Fauks brought Vaathu with him out into the world and they often walked among the other, lesser creatures. They visited small tribes and whenever they returned from a trip Vaathu was more silent. He started to change, Gaiech couldn't get a word out of him, he fought with his siblings till their were spitting breath at each other. His young psyche was under constant attack from Fauks and what happened on their trips. Fauks started to train him in the art of manipulation and soon Vaathu could charm just about everyone, with promises of treasures and magic, into following him into the forest where Fauks waited. Vaathus hatred for humans and the other creatures started developing here, they were so gullible. So easy to break. For years he followed Fauks orders, until he was ordered to kill an elf. She was gorgeous. She was kind and she showed Vaathu a whole new world, showed him the wonders of stories and how magic was everywhere. He had fallen in love with the elf and her blood red hair, the way her soul seemed to make her glow. So when Fauks told him to kill the tribe he almost felt at home in, he did it. He let his first love burn. Something broke inside him. He returned to the meeting place only to be met with dragon-hunters. Fauks was nowhere to be seen and Vaathu barely escaped. 
When Vaathu returned he was met with the sight of two dead brothers. Gaiech and Fauks were leaving the small mountain-valley they shared. Vaathu saw red. He blacked most of it out, but when dawn came and Vaathu was sleeping beside the dead corpse of Gaiech with Fauks dead body burned to a pile of bones and ashes.  Only three days later did Vaathu leave his dead family members. He was still severely injured, but made it to a large cave, where he spent many years recovering from the horrible frostbite and he tried to mend his broken heart. None saw the black dragon for many years. He had build a lair in the cave, even gone as far as to make a pact with the small village at the foot of the mountain. He wouldn't attack them, as long as they made offerings to him. He was treated as a god. He enjoyed the bi-annual virgin sacrifices and the treasure they brought him only grew bigger as the town grew. He protected them. Believed they could mend his broken soul, but all they did was boost his ego.  [break] [break]

New times rolled around. Vaathu was bored and no longer found the town entertaining enough. He burned them. In fact, he burned everything he came across. It was a recipe for disaster. His mindless rampage met an end when another dragon demanded he stopped. He was destroying too much for the other creatures to allow the peaceful dragons to live in harmony with them. He considered what they said, burnt some more and then he returned to the dragon. He convinced the dragon he was sorry, that he was having a crisis and needed help. The dragon was older than him, so it helped him. Introduced him to the council of dragons. He studied them and for a time he mulled over their offer for him to join them. He waited hundreds of years, enjoyed the freedom and really considered his options. The Elders knew of his violence, but not of his dreams of power. But not of his intoxicating desire to weed out the weak.  [break] [break]

When the time came and the number of dragons was dwindling he joined the ranks of the Elder and the Dragon Council. He fought with them and soon he got the reputation as one of the most devout dragons among them. He made rebellious dragons on the warpath against dragon-hunters  change their mind, made them join him and the Elder. They needed to work together if they wanted to survive. Vaathu was constantly on the lookout for his lost siblings. His sister and remaining brother was nowhere to be found. Years passed and soon every dragon knew of the Elder and the Dragon Council. They did not call on the other dragons unless there was a great threat to them as a race, they might send out a couple of dragons to rein in wild young dragons. The small number of dragons fell once again when the creatures deemed them too powerful and Vaathu once again saw his newfound brothers and sisters fall, even the dragon who had offered him a place to call home.  [break] [break]
Their Goddess came to their rescue. Granted them the ability to turn into a human form. To the outside world, most dragons disappeared. Very few did not change into their new form. Vaathu was hesitant to walk among the lesser creatures of Oedir again. This time as a fragile human. The world was different, smaller and more complex here. He remembered his training with Faux, he started to rediscover the gentler part of himself, he still indulged in chaos and murder, being human gave him the opportunity to enjoy the small things about murder. The blood soaking his skin, the sounds of bones breaking.  [break] [break]
The occasional news of a dragon reached him, mostly it was sightings or a triumph for the lesser beings. Still, he burned with rage whenever he heard of another dead brother or sister. He remained human though. He went to scholars and heard what they had to say, he practised with weapons, he moved to new parts of Oedir whenever it was needed, he practised medicine under a healer for several years until he surpassed him. It was around the time he reached his  5000 year that he heard of the Eldest's death. It made him journey out to find the remaining members of the council. He spent hundreds of years trying to find them. He found one hidden in a cave system. Another was living in a village with children and a human wife. He argued with them, that they should choose a new Elder. They refused at first, but when Vaathu started to propose that he would take the open position, they met on the highest mountain. Once again they spread their wings and felt the air under them. They called for the remaining council members. A new Elder was chosen. Vaathu was offered a place in the council, which he accepted with a smile. He was still very focused on the survival of his kin, enough to put aside his own violent tendencies.  However, the position in the council brought more trouble than Vaathu had predicted.  [break] [break]

Vaathu was in chains. Bound by a strong blood magic. The darkness of the hole was deafening. He trashed and tried to fight against his restraints. "You will never feel the wind under your wings again, Vaathunaax... " The voice of the mage was low, dripping with hate. Vaathu stilled. "But I helped you... Did I not give you power? Did I not fend off your foes and saved you from the wrath of my brother? Was I anything but kind to you, Illinea?" His voice echoed off the walls in the darkness. The mage lit a small orb, her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, her pale blue eyes watched him. "You did. But I cannot ignore what you have done. Who you are. Letting you stay alive is the only pay you get for your knowledge, for our time together. Goodbye Vaathu. " She turned around and took the light with her. Her followers left with her. The sound of rocks and spells locking him in this darkness triggered the anger in the black beast. He trashed and filled the prison with fire in anger. He burned himself several times. He was fed every now and then. Just enough to keep him alive. He was in this captivity for years. Centuries.  [break] [break]

A war was brewing. When it came it plunged the world of Oedir into a chaotic war. Many died and the number of dragons became even smaller. The war would, however, be Vaathus ticket out of his prison. The darkness in his prison had broken him. The dragon which had been known to sympathize with the lesser beings  was gone. He had nothing but hate and malevolent feelings towards the creatures. He was thirsting for blood. He had tried to get to the mages who fed him and demanded knowledge from him in exchange. A young mage had been fascinated with him, the young mage asked for stories of the old times. The ones Vaathu had seen when he was young. He almost grew fond of the boy, but in the end the boy grew to be a man. He was in dire need of help, when stormed into Vaathus prison with his family in tow. "Vaathunaax, Oh Great World-Eater, swear to protect my children and wife and I will free you!" The words were sweet music to Vaathus ears. He roared. "I have heard that one before, young one!  Free me and I might fly you all out of here!"  And so the mage went to work. It took days. The family was worried. The great beast was restless. After three thousand years in the darkness, he was more than ready to greet the world with the glee of a newborn. The spells vanished. The roof crumbled and hundreds of meters up the light of the stars could be seen. Vaathu froze. This was actually happening. He was ready for the chains to drop. The mage didn't undo their magic yet. "Now will you save them?"  Vaathu looked at the mage. The light from above barely revealed the red hair and pale blue eyes. He sensed the connection. He was Illinea's descendant. He growled at the mage. "Climb on." It was his only way out. He let the children and wife climb on him, they settled between his wings. It was a strange sensation. He loathed it. The mage smiled and undid the chains. His massive wings were free. Then his legs. Then his neck. Tail. Hips. Shoulders. Mouth. He was free. The mage, however, had collapsed. Vaathu could sense his life force ebbing. As if to undo the blood magic binding him to the chains required a life from Illinea's bloodline. He felt the last bit of foreign magic leaving his body and he tried to flap his wings. The humans on his back gasped and screeched. Like newborn hatch-lings...  He couldn't fly out, but he could climb. And so he did. He emerged in the blistering cold desert of Krizala. He took to the air. His wings were sore and demanded he land soon after. The frost was a welcome sensation and soon he was a smoking comet in the night sky. Heating himself from the inside he melted the frost on his wings as he flew. In the safety of a mountain cave the children and mage-wife climbed down.  The dawn started to reveal the damage Vaathu had suffered in his prison. His scales seem to have hardened and they now had the look of scorched stone, his eyes were wild and murderous. He turned on the little family and ate them all with a few snaps of his jaws. He roared before he let himself fall over the edge of the cliff. He soared through the morning air. Took in the chaos of the world. Took in the scents and ended up setting fire to a small village. He spent most of the time eating, flying and gaining strength. Rumors of the World-eaters return started to spread as his rampages against mages and elves started.  [break]
Too soon he was forced to hide. All the council members were either dead or in hiding. He found he could do nothing to help them, when he could not find them. He revelled in his newfound freedom for as long as he could, until he joined a small village as a travelling healer.  [break] [break]

Now the treaty is in place, but peace can only last so long. The odd traveller has gone missing in the village he now lives in. He is one of the few who wants a war to break out and if he finds the opportunity to whisper encouraging words in the ears or a foolish mortal he will take it. He wants to reform the Council with him at the head of it, he wants the number of dragons to rise and for them to be the powerful gods they were meant to be to the lesser creatures.  
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Miscellaneous:

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Weapons: He prefers knives over the sword, but still owns one. He carries his knives on him at all times, they act as his talons in his human-form. 

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Home: He lives in a small cottage with a cellar in it. It is here he sees his clients if he isn't travelling to them. When he sneaks away to stretch his wings, he enjoys the Astricus Desert, Naihan mountains and The graveyard and Beyond.  

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Family:  His sister still lives, unknown to him. 

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Notable items: He owns a horse, which he shares with a small family next to him. A small pouch of dragon scales from his deceased family along with a small piece of gemstone(Bloodstone) from his hidden treasure. 

I, Moro, don't speak English as my first language.

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