Tyrantic

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  • Name: Tyrantic
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: CelticIce
  • Race: Human Ice Dragon
  • Class: Hunter
  • Alignment: Choatic Good
  • Deity: Dragon Lord
  • Age: Unknown
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Fit/Strong
  • Height: 6'
  • Weight: 220
  • Complexion: Scaley
  • Hair: Short brown
  • Eyes: Ice Blue
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Scars: Across chest
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Couragous
  • Mannerisms: Taps claws

• Background

  Being born to a dragon father and a human mother makes Tyrantic an outcast in his home with his father. "The body of a human." His father would growl in anger. Tyrantic often wondered why this would happen to him. He was an outcast in his society. His father told him never to show his face out of his home. So he was left secluded from his world. One day he ventured out to try and connect with the dragon world, only to be cast aside like a monster. "Hes not like us" The other dragons roared. "He doesnt belong here" another yelled in horror at the site of him. That day his father was told to exile Tyrantic from the dragon nests for he had no place with them. When Tyrantic refused to leave his father slashed out at him, pushing him off the edge of the cave mouth (Tyrantic's only home at the time). He still wears the scar to this day.
  
  Naturally, he felt obligated to find his mother. When he finally found her she died of fright for he was truly a monster to the humans as well. The loss of his home and his mother devastated him. He spent many years alone in the woods honing his skills and covering his shame. He had wings that stretched 8' in each direction,covered in blackened scales. His body looked as a human did, but when you looked in his eyes you could see the sliced pupils,the mark of a reptile. His eyes were ice blue, as was his breath since he blew ice not fire. Also his hands were clawed at the ends. His scaled tail wrapped around his waist till it came to rest at the front of his pants. He was a monster to both parents and he had no where to turn. Torn between two worlds he wandered alone, sleeping where he could and hunting what he could catch. Clothed in a white cloak and tunic, his tail wrapped around and resembled a belt. He had roped his wings to his back so no one would see under his cloak, and his hands were covered by gloves. He has become an excellent hunter excelling at archery and the swords of the elves. He now wanders, finding work where he can and selling game he has caught.

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