Noxus

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• The Beast

  • Pronounced: 'Nok - Suhs'
  • Specie: Frost Wyrm - [Nordic Luck-Dragon]
  • Alignment: True Neutral
  • Age: 180 Years
  • Size: 16ft. Nose to tail end
  • Body Type: Feral
  • Height: Roughly 7ft.
  • Weight: Upwards to 950lbs when well-fed.
  • Hide: Thick scaled, and initially cool to the touch.
  • Coat: Very fine, almost translucent coat draping from the jaw/neckline down to his forelegs in a mane-like fashion. This can vary between individual dragons of like-specie, but Noxus' coat carries thinly along the spine, inevitably draping at the tail-end. The presence/thickness is determined by the climate & seasons.
  • Eyes: Pale white, in the absence of direct sun-light. Light blue hues are otherwise present.
  • Relationship Status: No companions. Unmated.
  • Personality: Somber, calculated, he's a beast of few words. He may come across as distant, or melancholic conversationally.
  • Mannerisms: xx
  • Speech: There's a deep, and natural sounding grit to the airy voice, which carries easily over fair distances. While the beast was fluent in common tongue, it carried with it the subtle tact and nuance of the lords he once served.
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• Far from home..

  What is to become of a soul lost to the centuries of solitude? The vigor of a youthful mind faded, left only to take solace in the wastes of the north.. A land of dismal, boreal skies that remained ever fixed in perpetual overcast, permitting only a bleak spectrum of grey to paint the arid scape. These were the lands to which the beast hailed from, and thus the only place his draconic heart ever yearned for.. The years of travel now between the wyrm and the frozen moors, ebbed away at the pain harbored inside. Driven south almost by instinct, he abandoned the sentinel watch over the crypts of his deceased lords and kin, lest he should remain and inevitably perish to the cold. [WIP]