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Marlkan, The Dragon Chosen

Marlkan Gargant (a.k.a. The Chosen One)

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Marlkan was born in the southern forests of the chromatic lands, living close by the nearby growing golden empire to the north. The clan he was born to was named Gargant, a relatively small clan who primarily avoided conflict with other tribes, focusing on hunting animals rather than raiding neighbors. If not for the future tragedy, he would have lived his like any other draken, being one of the tribe's best hunters, and with a wife and many children. In fact, his wife was taking care of their child when the tragedy began, keeping their egg safe. But what is this tragedy?   The war of chromatic and metallic had begun. Marlkan's tribe lived closer to the north of the southern lands, and as such were one of the first tribes the Wyvern empire trampled in their march south. The massacre of his tribe was brutal, none of them were ready as Wyvern soldiers charged and began slaughtering and killing his family and friends. Marlkan tried to save as many as he could, to no avail, being forced to see many of his own family die by the blade, and only barely able to escape with his wife and child.   He quickly moved to the ancient meeting place of his people, where many other survivors of massacres had gone. Many others had lost family and friends, and even entire clans of their people to the onslaught of the Wyvern Emperor. People were confused, angry, sad, and had nowhere to go as the Empire continued to march south. Other tribes begans to arrive, those who had not yet been attacked by the north. Soon, debates began on what to do, and suggestions of working together began to grow.   But such talks always ended up failing, as the tribe leaders were too stubborn to be willing to work together, and unwilling to work together. Days went by, and still no agreement between them. Marlkan sat with his wife, looking out onto the massive sea of people. He could see the tragedy and despair but also wrath in their eyes. He felt angrier and angrier, as he knew if nothing was done then they would all die. Finally, he stood up, and marched into the meeting hall of the leaders, kicking through the door.   The leaders of course immediately questioned his actions, but Marlkan could no longer contain himself, as he let out all his frustrations onto the leaders, leading to a physical confrontation with Marlkan being thrown out of the building and into the mud. The people had seen and heard what had happened, and gathered around him. Thus began the Chosen One's journey, for he gave a speech to his people that has never been rivaled before. He inspired his people to follow him, and for him to lead them to victory, for the survival of their people. The silence turned to cheering, as they forced their way into the meeting hall, and demanded that Marlkan would be their new leader. Some of the leaders attempted to challenge Marlkan, but a brutal punch by the chosen one ended the discussion quickly.   From there, Marlkan would help lead the chromatic tribes to battle against the empire, helping to slow them down and even stop the invading armies with guerilla tactics, ambushes, and traps. This would end up leading to peace talks between the two groups, with Marlkan finally meeting the Piss Wyvern himself. As time went on however, and the two talked, they realized how similar they were, and peace may have been able to be attained. But, as tends to be the case, the stubbornness of neither party to admit defeat, caused any sign of peace to fade away.   Marlkan would face the Wyvern in the open field once more, trying to defeat his enemy by flanking his army, and taking them from behind. Marlkan would personally lead this army himself, charging against his foe, for a decisive victory for his people. He was not prepared for Kaladans weapon, the dragon fang, and so began the infamous Battle for the Burning River. Where Marlkan would lose his life against the dragon fang, burning to ash at the hands of the Golden Dragon.
Species
Ethnicity
Life
205 BD 115 BD 90 years old
Children
Eyes
A crimson red color
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Deep red scales
Height
200 centimeters
Weight
120 kg

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