Drakon Von Valdis

Lord Drakon Von Valdis

Drakon Von Valdis, a formidable figure in the annals of your campaign world, cuts an imposing silhouette that commands attention. Standing at an impressive height, he bears the physique of a seasoned warrior, his every movement radiating strength and precision. His eyes, a piercing shade that reflects the resolve within, keenly observe the world around him.
A mane of raven-black hair frames Drakon's face, cascading in waves that lend an air of both regality and wildness. A well-groomed beard, worn with a warrior's pride, adds to the rugged charm of his countenance. Battle-worn scars, tokens of past struggles, crisscross his features, telling tales of resilience and indomitable spirit.
Donned in armor that bears the marks of countless battles, Drakon carries himself with the weight of both honor and duty. The armor, etched with the emblem of his kingdom, gleams in the light, showcasing the craftsmanship of a skilled blacksmith. At his side, a masterfully crafted blade—testament to his prowess in the art of swordplay—rests in its sheath, a symbol of the power that earned him a coveted spot among the King's Guard.
Drakon's presence, a blend of authority and charisma, leaves an indelible mark on those who cross his path. Whether leading on the battlefield or navigating the complexities of courtly intrigue, he embodies the essence of a hero forged in the crucible of adversity.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Drakon Von Valdis possesses a formidable and battle-hardened physique, marked by a network of scars earned in countless victories and struggles. His raven-black hair frames a face with piercing eyes that reflect wisdom and determination. Carrying himself with a regal bearing, Drakon dons meticulously crafted armor adorned with Timbersong's emblem and wields a masterfully crafted blade. Despite the physical toll of his responsibilities, Drakon exudes vitality and enduring vigor, symbolizing the resilience that defines his character as a warrior leader.

Special abilities

Drakon's Pact with his Blade imposes a curse on him. Whenever his blade is in its shethe any feelings of rage are surpressed and absrobed by the blade. However, when he draws his blade that rage unleashes in an intense heat that can cause all nearby flammable objects to ignite and creatures in the vicinity to get burned.

Specialized Equipment

Enma: The Sentient Cursed Blade

Mental characteristics

Personal history

In the bygone days of the Small Kingdom in the Valley, there lived a warrior named Drakon Von Valdis. Renowned for his mastery of the blade, he rose through the ranks to earn a coveted place within the King's Guard. His days were adorned with the tranquil echoes of peace until that fateful hour when the sky itself rent asunder.
A malevolent rift tore open the heavens, birthing a legion of dragons that descended upon the kingdom like a tempest of doom. In the crimson-tinted skies, Drakon witnessed the annihilation of all he held dear. Despite his prowess, he found himself at the mercy of insurmountable power, crushed beneath the debris of a shattered kingdom.
As Drakon lay defeated, the air thick with the stench of death and the devastation before his eyes, he laid there awaiting his end. As he watched the dragons circle in the air above, he became filled with a dense hatred, as the feeling consumed him drakon heard a voice in his head say “alas…A mortal with a hatred of dragons rivaling my own.” a sentient sword, born in the fiery depths of the Nine Hells, manifested before him. Its voice, a sinister whisper in the recesses of his mind. The sword began to glow a dim crimson as he hears once more in his mind “Heed my words drakon, stand now, born again in rage… and destined to triumph!”
As Drakon accepted the terms of the pact, the crimson glow intensified, reaching a crescendo of malevolent power. It was as if the very essence of his hatred and despair merged with the sentient sword's ancient grudge against dragons. Dark tendrils of energy coiled around Drakon's form, etching eldritch symbols upon his armor and imbuing his eyes with an otherworldly gleam. In that moment of unholy communion, Drakon's once-noble countenance twisted with a mixture of agony and ecstasy. The sword's voice echoed through the chasms of his mind, resonating with the intensity of a thousand tormented souls. As the pact solidified, the air crackled with an arcane storm, and the very ground beneath Drakon quivered with an unnatural resonance.
Then, with a burst of infernal energy, Drakon rose from the rubble, his eyes ablaze with newfound purpose and power. The sentient sword, now bound to him, floated beside him like a malevolent specter, its ominous glow mirrored in Drakon's gaze. The dragons above, sensing the awakening of a formidable force, hesitated in their assault.
Drakon, feeling the surging hatred rushing through him from the sword for the first time began to laugh boisterously, this act drew the curiosity of both the dragons and the sword alike. “So this is your rage sword?...Is this all? I would’ve expected your contribution to at least match my own.” Said drakon. *THE SWORDS BEGAN TO TREMBLE GLEEFULLY IN ANTICIPATION*
In a climactic moment, Drakon unsheathed the now-empowered blade. The very swing of the sword seemed to cleave through the fabric of reality, and as the first stroke descended, the dragons recoiled in the face of a wrath they had not anticipated. Drakon, now a harbinger of vengeance, unleashed a torrent of arcane fury upon the dragon horde, his every movement a symphony of destruction.
As the rift between planes trembled and spat forth the malevolent horde of dragons, their colossal forms filled the once-clear skies like a harbinger of doom. Drakon Von Valdis, standing amidst the ruins of his devastated kingdom, bore witness to the Ancient Wyrm—the leader of this draconic onslaught. The air crackled with arcane energy as the dragon, its scales reflecting the fiery glow of the rift, descended with a thunderous roar. Its eyes, orbs of malevolent intelligence, fixated upon Drakon. In that moment, the dragon's voice, a thunderous resonance that echoed through the shattered landscape, spoke of a promise veiled in malice. "Insignificant mortal," rumbled the dragon, its words laden with the weight of eons. "This realm has been marked by the flames of our wrath. We return not merely to reclaim what is rightfully ours, but to reduce this plane to cinders. The time of reckoning has come, and your feeble resistance shall be crushed beneath the might of our infernal fire.”
The promise hung in the air like a foreboding prophecy—a declaration that transcended the immediate battle and spoke of a grand design. The dragon's eyes, gleaming with an ancient and cruel intelligence, conveyed a conviction that this assault was but the prelude to a greater conflagration. The rift in the fabric of reality, torn asunder by draconic might, pulsated with an ominous energy, casting an ethereal glow upon the battlefield as the rift begins to close as the last of the dragons retreats back through.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

Drakon Von Valdis's primary motivation revolves around protecting his kingdom, Timbersong, and its people from the impending threat of the dragons. This stems from the traumatic experience of witnessing the devastation caused by the endless dragons during the catastrophic event when the sky turned red.

Hygiene

Flawless.

Lord of the Court of Timbersong

As Lord, Drakon's Court is the foremost defender of Timbersong and its people. His primary duty is to safeguard the kingdom from external threats, whether they be marauding invaders, political machinations, or the looming specter of the dragons that once laid waste to the land.

Age

420

Sex

Male

Gender

Man

Presentation

Masculine

Eyes

Dark red

Hair

Black, Long

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale Skin

Height

6' 7"

Weight

240lb

Aligned Organization

Drakon's Court