- Joined
- Nov 2, 2016
- Messages
- 361
- Reaction score
- 1,684
- Points
- 308
Basic Information
- Full Name: Suldaeroth
- Age: 93
- Gender: Male
- Race: Songaskia
- Preferred Weapon: Primal Magic
Total Points: 60
- + 22 Pole Combat Skill
- + 10 Unarmed Combat Skill
- + 10 Magic
- + 15 Athletic Training
- +3 Historical Knowledge, Dragon
Hobby Proficiency:
Dancing Arts +10
"Defend hearts. Both yours and the ones besides you."
Body Shape
- Physical Stat: 40
- Body Shape: Strongman
- Body Fat: Average
- Sofaal (Childhood)
- Common (Adult Life)
- Eye Color: Fiery Amber
- Hair Color: Dark Brown
- Hair Style: Mohawk, Shaved
- Skin Color: Bronze
- Clothing: Minimal, Armor, Functional, Utilitarian
- Height: 6'5
- Alignment: Lawful Neutral
- Personality Type: The Protagonist
- Religion: Dragon Dogma (10)
"I will be the man to rally a new Age of Dragons."
Life Story
It started with a young boy on a farm, nothing spectacular or amazing about him. He was born to a village which treasured a deep wealth in knowledge of the days of yore when dragon wings cast long shadows on the lands and filled the air with a beating sound. Nothing remained within this squalor of a world without dragons, nothing but the kin which existed side-by-side to each other, and the pieces they must pick up. A deep vault unearthed down below the village attracted the unwanted attention of banditry and those of the Qadir which wished to plunder something rich in history, only to line their pockets and pockmark the Dragon-kind further.
His home was torched, child-hood friends laid upon the tormented soil. No family, no neighbors, a village drenched in blood - with a lone scared little child. He took to the roads and wouldn't have lasted long if it weren't for him being caught in the clutches of roaming tradesmen. Swept towards Jorhai, he was systematically shuffled into guard work, and from there soldier work. That young boy became a man and eventually faced what all young men must come to terms with, war.
For a time it was the first initial war with Regalia he participated in. He had experience with combat from his days training in the guard and those long nights on watch along the streets of the pearl city. It was an experience he latched onto well. Suldaeroth defined himself by each battle he faced, every trial keeping the grip on his spear strong, for life had little meaning other than to preserve his own survival. Kusamanu Massya Songel destroyed what little spirit he had in the new world. He cared not for the Nelfin side, he only did what he must follow the Massya Musamansa Koné's will. The usurping of Songaskia derailed him, and turned him into nothing but a weapon to turn on innocents. The first reborn Dragonblood's discovery tore him away from the conflict and pulled him towards the side of Regalia. His Draconic heritage was an anchor which kept him grounded and invested in life. The memories of his youth burned deep within his gut of the ages long gone. That little boy within a wheat field staring up at the stars, pointing out constellations of dragons. He broke away from his duties to Songaskia to wander the lands, the war had ended for him with the Regalian Coup de grâce. Unshackled and unbeholden by his merits and obligation to the nation, he seeks a greater purpose.
"What is a shield without the man behind it? Teaching a spearmen to kill is simple. Though the true challenge lies in what he is taught to do with such skills."
Last edited:
