Basilius Govannon

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• Basilius Govannon

  • Name: Basilius Govannon
  • Gender: Male
  • Age: 32 years
  • Species: Ram/Dragon
  • Height: 6'8
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Build: Thick, barrel chested, muscled
  • Temperment: Quiet, but quick tempered

• Basic Description

  Basilius Menolaos Govannon
  Smooth scales covered his body, head to toe, save for atop his head where the long dark locks were tied into submission with a strip of leather. His scales were black in color, and what could be seen of his belly scales appeared to be grey. One might have thought of him as a simple dragon with ram-like horns atop his head if it weren't for the cloven hooves that tipped his feet, and the odd hands that he had, which appeared white human save for the hoof like tips on them. Basilius was a hybrid, dragon dominant genes showing mostly through with his spaded tail and his large wings, his scaled skin and his ability to breathe lightning. He was quiet for the most part, but was quick to be angered and become violent.
  His attire was very formal, consisting of a pair of black slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt, a vest that was a shade darker than burgundy, and a tie to match. Due to the nature of his hooves, he lacked shoes and a clicking noise could be heard when he walked on stone floors, which was quite often due to his self-proclaimed occupation as a slaver and a slave breaker.

• History

  Basilius' birth was an odd one. His mother was a dragon and carried him for several months before laying an egg. Once the egg was laid, its thin shell was broken instantly, resulting in quite the odd birth of the young ramgon. He grew up around dragons, and thus learned to fly, hunt, and use his elemental powers like a good dragon. However, due to his walking on two legs instead of four and his oddly shaped horns, he was often alone. Some say this contributed to his want of slaves, the fear of being alone, but even if it did, he would never admit to it, nor would he even admit now to knowing any dragon save for his deceased mother. As Basilius grew older, he found that he was quite stronger than most furs and began to fight to support himself, this resulted in many scars along his torso and arms that he did his best to keep hidden from the world. Basilius wasn't the best of fighters, but he was far from the worst, and once he grew older, the money he received from fighting was put towards slavery. He bought slaves, trained them, then sold them for a much higher price. This lead to what little wealth he has and his taste for finding obedient slaves as well as slaves to break when he's in the right mood. In his older age, now all he wished to find was a good few slaves and perhaps a nice lady to settle down with.