Now, I know a good amount of you absolutely hate dragon role players. But I find this is (usually) for one of the following reasons:
-They have no idea how to role play
-They disregard lore completely
- They crave attention 24/7
-They can't actually turn into a dragon
I have created a backstory for a dragon character I plan to role play (WITH the Vial of the Sands). Please read it and give your thoughts, criticism, comments, and anything else. I am an experienced role player and believe I have what it takes to pull this kind of character off!
Savrion had once lived in the dark, treacherous caverns of Deepholm. A short flight from the roosts of the emerald Sandstone drakes, he was living among a group of others like him, a golden amber colour, amongst the rumbling earth and thunder of the elementals themselves. The sandstone drakes, all except for the ruby flight, had uneasily agreed to an alliance with Neltharion- they had no choice.
However, they remained quiet in their caves, leaving only to hunt and sending a few, sparing patrols out every night to survey the damage the frenzied elementals continued to cause and maintain their border.
After several months of this, though, a bone-chilling screech was heard. Savrion and another drake, Avaras, flew out of the caves in search of the source - the scout was dead, his flesh seemingly melting away. An act of shadow magic.
Savrion had looked around with fear in his eyes. Scanning the area for the attacker. Suddenly, without even time to react, Savrion turned and saw as Avaras dropped dead before him, consumed in flames. Savrion looked up - a group of Kaldorei stood on a ledge above him- one a mage, and two priests. Panicked, he spun in the direction of the caves, only to roar with despair as he saw three shamans exiting them - a flurry of flames consuming the caverns behind them.
Savrion's eyes darted from the Kaldorei to the shamans, spinning. One of the priests jumped down and began to whisper something indiscernible to the dragon. The elf's eyes glowed bright gold, and there was a bright flash of light - the last moment Savrion remembered had been dropping to the ground, incapacitated.
He blinked as he came to consciousness a time later - he could not guess how long he had been unconscious for. As his normally-sharp vision came into focus, he looked in surprise at the kaldorei who had been whispering, calmly sitting in the corner of the room and mixing some sort of odd herb in a stone bowl. He smiled as he noticed the drake awaking. "Ah, stone one, you're with us again at last...", he said quietly in a deep, steady voice. Savrion only blinked again.
The kaldorei looked at him, as if evaluating his strength. "We've spared you, drake, in hopes that you may assist us." He gestured towards shaking World Pillar. "It's going to collapse at any time, you know...", he muttered. Savrion nodded slowly. The priest stood up and walked towards him, holding out some bits of herb. "Eat this. It will help your strength.", he said as he placed it in front of Savrion. Savrion did, and almost immediately felt the effects of some sort of enchantment on the herb, his energy came back to him.
The kaldorei smiled again. "We require your assistance in obtaining the last piece of the pillar. We have little time and at the moment our odds are decreasing by the seconds..." He furrowed his brow and looked at the quivering Pillar.
Savrion did not reply, and simply nodded. Regardless of outcome, he was in life-debt, and without a flight (he cringed at the thought of his dead flight members), Neltharion no longer possessed ways to hurt him, other than through physical means.
The kaldorei nodded. "I'm glad you agree. I am Nirvallus Duskwhisper."
-FOUR MONTHS LATER-
With the World Pillar restored, Savrion and Nirvallus had led the rest of the kaldorei in a moving expedition to help rid Deepholm of remaining cultists and the (still rampaging) elementals.
However, in an evening ambush on their camp posed by Cultists, the kaldorei were slain, including Nirvallus. Savrion barely managed to escape with his life, fleeing to the Pillar and entering the portal to Stormwind.
Almost immediately he had been roped down and captured by the elite guard, and brought before King Varian Wrynn. Wrynn, after hearing the explanation (albeit he was skeptical) agreed to allow Savrion to stay in Stormwind under heavy watch from guards and allowed no privileges.
Savrion now stays in Stormwind, searching for repurpose and to fill the void that is his guilt and eternal debt to Nirvallus. He has never removed the Kaldorei-crafted saddle from his back.
Thank you for reading. I am not an excellent writer, but I hope I didn't bore you out of your skull!
I appreciate ALL feedback!