Elbrecht ♂
( Elbrech's original, unfinished design )
( Photos are for details of his face | Body type | Body Hair patterns )
ICharacter info:
Behind-the-Name: ELBRECHT m German
Elbrecht as a boy's name is of Old German origin meaning "noble, bright, and famous".
Species: Black / Purple Dragon hybrid (has human form)
Gender: Male
Age: 1,002 years old
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150 lbs
Personality: Quiet, Observant, Intellectual, Caring, Sharp temper, Commanding, Decisive, Empathetic, Stoic, Entrepreneurial
Sexual Preference: Gay (Bottom) - he does not share this information with others.
Mate: Drachillius (Drayke)
Title: Prince of the Black Dragons
Likes: Crystals, Cats, Elaborate Clothing,
Dislikes: Unsound judgement, injustice / hate crimes,
Class: Wizard, Healer, Necromancer, Advisor, Shaman
Abilities: He had exceeded the most prominent Necromancer in the realms in ability at an extremely young age. His abilities were known far and wide. He was the one you commissioned and enlisted to win your wars, for he would raise fallen battlefields, thousands and thousands of undead soldiers and animals reinvigorated with spiritual vigor. He could maintain this for days. None stood a chance, so he chose sides wisely. For with all things he tried to use his heart, and wished to reshape the world to a kinder outcome. He was well-versed in a variety of herbal medicines, he could spend his vast energy to re-knit wounds, he was a sought-after advisor to Kings and Queens. His arcane knowledge was incredible and constantly growing as he devoured every tome he could get his hands on. He wandered across the lands seeking where he might be of aid.
Mount: Ravenwing
Mount info: Ancient Pegasus in charge of guiding spirits to the afterlife. He met this creature after raising a forgotten demi-god and releasing a curse. Ravenwing has the ability to sense and command spirits, even of the living, to an extent, and flies swiftest in shadow.
Backstory: His story takes place thousands of years ago on an old Earth. Born to the king of Black dragons, Eirian, and a purple dragon Melia who was held captive (she was an unwilling bearer) he was lavished upon at a young age. He had the highest teaching and learned the vast ways of magic. To his father's dismay he followed after his mother's kind, empathetic and helpful spirit, even her stubbornness and dignity, which in turn lead to much shaping of his character. This occurred in extreme variety as if it were sport or a game, to force him to become the perfect son. His father he abhorred and feared above all, and tried hardest not to lead him to anger. Under his father's rule human's and "lesser" dragonkin (for according to Black dragons all others are lesser) perished by the millions, funneled into their swamp cathedral by his obedient soldiers. Many were tortured and played with before death, and it was with deep sorrow and rage that he heard their plights. Worst of all he was forced into participating on pain of becoming a target himself. Thus his first 150 years of life were lived in torment and splendor of riches and responsibility.
His most cherished memories were of his mother, a shining beacon in the dark with her flowing platinum hair, for she was kept in human form in a cell 6'x 9' ft for all her days, warm and loving and deeply sad was she. But he brought her gifts, and snuck her food, and read to her, and told her of his life and his woes. Eventually these visits were noticed by his father, perhaps they were observed all along, for in his attempts to mold his he found there was but one obstacle in his way, the false promises of tenderness and love; weakness. He ordered Melia isolated and starved and sealed the entrance to her prison. At this point in his life, the cusp of his 150th birthday which was an important event indeed, Elbrecht felt a despair and rage that never before took hold of him. His mother was dying. He could feel her wane day by day. His only light. On the 13th day of her sentence she passed and a moment of insanity and instant clarity struck him all at once. On his 150th birthday, in front of all his father's guests and guards and nobles, he was the perfect son at last. His father's plan worked! He was social, he was proud, and took what was offered to him. He maintained this until his vows, knelt before his father, he half-transformed into a his dragon form and latched onto his father's throat, ripping and dumping acid into the wound, praying he would die from this. He was assaulted by the guards with a vengeance, for they were in it for the kill. In behemoth dragon-forms all they slashed and tore until Elbrecht was a mess of bloody red. With the last of his strength he poured out his magic into the room which burst into a blinding heat, and escaped. Dogged for miles by the vicious guards, he flew and flew.
After what seemed like days he had lost them, the black basaltic rock of the volcanic mountain range rose up to meet him, and he fell, graceful like an elegant swan, to what he assumed was his final rest. Crashing impossibly hard into the cold stone he lay broken and torn, his vision fading. This was it at last, he could not save his mother but he could avenge her. He wished and regretted and sunk deep into unconsciousness. But this was not the end, as a figure appears over the ridge.
Dragon Form info:
Height: 20 ft tall at the shoulder
Length: 130 ft long
Weight: 220,000 lbs
Behind-the-Name: ELBRECHT m German
Elbrecht as a boy's name is of Old German origin meaning "noble, bright, and famous".
Species: Black / Purple Dragon hybrid (has human form)
Gender: Male
Age: 1,002 years old
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150 lbs
Personality: Quiet, Observant, Intellectual, Caring, Sharp temper, Commanding, Decisive, Empathetic, Stoic, Entrepreneurial
Sexual Preference: Gay (Bottom) - he does not share this information with others.
Mate: Drachillius (Drayke)
Title: Prince of the Black Dragons
Likes: Crystals, Cats, Elaborate Clothing,
Dislikes: Unsound judgement, injustice / hate crimes,
Class: Wizard, Healer, Necromancer, Advisor, Shaman
Abilities: He had exceeded the most prominent Necromancer in the realms in ability at an extremely young age. His abilities were known far and wide. He was the one you commissioned and enlisted to win your wars, for he would raise fallen battlefields, thousands and thousands of undead soldiers and animals reinvigorated with spiritual vigor. He could maintain this for days. None stood a chance, so he chose sides wisely. For with all things he tried to use his heart, and wished to reshape the world to a kinder outcome. He was well-versed in a variety of herbal medicines, he could spend his vast energy to re-knit wounds, he was a sought-after advisor to Kings and Queens. His arcane knowledge was incredible and constantly growing as he devoured every tome he could get his hands on. He wandered across the lands seeking where he might be of aid.
Mount: Ravenwing
Mount info: Ancient Pegasus in charge of guiding spirits to the afterlife. He met this creature after raising a forgotten demi-god and releasing a curse. Ravenwing has the ability to sense and command spirits, even of the living, to an extent, and flies swiftest in shadow.
Backstory: His story takes place thousands of years ago on an old Earth. Born to the king of Black dragons, Eirian, and a purple dragon Melia who was held captive (she was an unwilling bearer) he was lavished upon at a young age. He had the highest teaching and learned the vast ways of magic. To his father's dismay he followed after his mother's kind, empathetic and helpful spirit, even her stubbornness and dignity, which in turn lead to much shaping of his character. This occurred in extreme variety as if it were sport or a game, to force him to become the perfect son. His father he abhorred and feared above all, and tried hardest not to lead him to anger. Under his father's rule human's and "lesser" dragonkin (for according to Black dragons all others are lesser) perished by the millions, funneled into their swamp cathedral by his obedient soldiers. Many were tortured and played with before death, and it was with deep sorrow and rage that he heard their plights. Worst of all he was forced into participating on pain of becoming a target himself. Thus his first 150 years of life were lived in torment and splendor of riches and responsibility.
His most cherished memories were of his mother, a shining beacon in the dark with her flowing platinum hair, for she was kept in human form in a cell 6'x 9' ft for all her days, warm and loving and deeply sad was she. But he brought her gifts, and snuck her food, and read to her, and told her of his life and his woes. Eventually these visits were noticed by his father, perhaps they were observed all along, for in his attempts to mold his he found there was but one obstacle in his way, the false promises of tenderness and love; weakness. He ordered Melia isolated and starved and sealed the entrance to her prison. At this point in his life, the cusp of his 150th birthday which was an important event indeed, Elbrecht felt a despair and rage that never before took hold of him. His mother was dying. He could feel her wane day by day. His only light. On the 13th day of her sentence she passed and a moment of insanity and instant clarity struck him all at once. On his 150th birthday, in front of all his father's guests and guards and nobles, he was the perfect son at last. His father's plan worked! He was social, he was proud, and took what was offered to him. He maintained this until his vows, knelt before his father, he half-transformed into a his dragon form and latched onto his father's throat, ripping and dumping acid into the wound, praying he would die from this. He was assaulted by the guards with a vengeance, for they were in it for the kill. In behemoth dragon-forms all they slashed and tore until Elbrecht was a mess of bloody red. With the last of his strength he poured out his magic into the room which burst into a blinding heat, and escaped. Dogged for miles by the vicious guards, he flew and flew.
After what seemed like days he had lost them, the black basaltic rock of the volcanic mountain range rose up to meet him, and he fell, graceful like an elegant swan, to what he assumed was his final rest. Crashing impossibly hard into the cold stone he lay broken and torn, his vision fading. This was it at last, he could not save his mother but he could avenge her. He wished and regretted and sunk deep into unconsciousness. But this was not the end, as a figure appears over the ridge.
Dragon Form info:
Height: 20 ft tall at the shoulder
Length: 130 ft long
Weight: 220,000 lbs
Species Info: (Click picture for link)
Black Dragon from Dungeons & Dragons (c) Wizards of the Coast & Artist Todd Lockwood
"Nemesis" the Purple Dragon by Ruth Thompson
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