There is no way he is going to be that huge because no one could beat that dragon at all, so he has to be much much smaller like 18 feet tall. Sure maybe a fight agaista destructive dragon would be interesting and Iu can see just how horrible it is to be like that and how much pain they can create

No problem and glad you like the idea. I want to edit my Dragon's Personality a bit, but what are Taegen's stats?

Ok states for both you and your dragon

Your Rider

Intellegence

12/100

Stamina

17/100

Speed

32/100

Charmisma

11/100

(do not worry these will be allowed to be higher as the rp goes on)

Your dragon

intellegence

12/100

Stamina

12/100

Speed

13/100

Charmisma (because of his back ground story and myths behind his breed, this will kake him not very well liked but do not worry this will be higher later on XD)

5/100

It's fine, he's a hatchling do I didn't expect much. I'm surprised by how fast my guy is.

Is my character and her dragon alright?

He is a wolf shifter he can run faster then most new bie trainers.

Yes your dragonis fine do not worry

Ok, Look at my character Bio..she got it rough XDD

Is partial shifting a thing, like wolf claws and fangs.

I would saw no full wolf just a regular sized wolf

Wait, do you mean no partial shifting?

You can but prefer full shifting

I'm temped to start today

Added a wolf picture and gave Ul's personality some more depths

Very nice

Name: Vordil Warbrand

Race: Dwarf

Age: 910

Powers:

Dragonic Forging: By allowing his dragon's energy to flow through him, he can make armors and weapons of exceptional quality, durability, and power at such a speed, he can finish a blade that would normally take a 100 years to make with in a week, and it would be even better. If a drop of a dragon's blood is added to the metals durung forging, that armor and weapon will gain the traits of said dragon, any powers they contain belong only to the dragon and their rider.

Shadow Magic

Shape-shifting

Experience: Vordil is a master warrior with great experience in many combat styles, and an excellent hunter and tracker. He is the best teacher for anything in regard to fighting, but he's also the strictest. As a former chief, he doesn't take well to di

Vordil has been with his beast for years, and they still can't get enough of each others company. Their's is a bond that is well and truly unable to be broken by any means, as one cannot live without the other.

Personality: Vordil is an amiable kind of guy at first glance, with a sharp wit at times to match his sharp blades, a booming laugh, and naturally caring demeanor, he's like the father of the group. And like any parent, he has a strict side. When you are in Vordil's class, there are no more smiles, no laughter, nothing but his iron-fisted law. You either learn through the work, through the pain, or both at the same time.

A long with his strict teaching, he's not one to take disrespect or back talk from new riders. He doesn't get angry often, but when he does it's a terrifying thing, enough so that even the mightest dragons will cower under the glare of his one, piercing grey eye. Anger him, and he'll show the reason why the halls of dwarves all over the land praise him, even in nis disgrace as a Raider, as the greatest warrior in Dwarven history, if notnthe world's history. You will get beaten harshly until you know your place, and don't expect for him to pull punches because of gender, because he is not here to baby sit you, he's here to train all of you worthless maggots and your wyrms on how to become proper riders and how to fight if need be.

History: Vordil was 82 years old when he met Kulak, a dwarf that was beginning to get on in his years. And for a majority of them, he had been one of the best dragon hunters the world had ever known. Hundreds of them had fallen before him and his clansmen. At first, it was only a matter of protecting their lands, livestock, and wealth from the flying terrors, preventing further assault by taking the fight to them. And with every dragon slain, his clan grew stronger, using the blood, bones, and scales to make the best weapons and armor in all the land. The name Warbrand became synonymous with quality and power, regarded by many as one of the greatest of the Dwarven Clans. Soon, Vordil was appointed Clan Chieftan at the age of 42 and the future couldn't have looked brighter. Then eveything changed when [s]the fire nation[/i] a dragon attacked. A dragon like nothing he had ever seen before, an engine of death and destruction that charged down on the mountain city of Grumdek Dormark.

The clan fought bravely to protect their ancestral home, but it was all for naught. The dragon strafed the city with magically enhanced lightening, tearing through the battlements, slaughtering all that it could. Every dwarf that fell to it would soon rise again to slay his former bretheren, their bodies continuing forward until they were nothing but chunks of meat. Vordil faced this monster one on one and managed to slay it, though he still suffered grievous injuries from the battle, including the loss of his eye. But the battle had cost him so much more than just flesh.

The dragon had decimated his clan, ldaving hardly any survivors, had forced Vordil to cut down his kinsman, his family, and it had even devoured his first-born son right in front of him. The sorrow he felt was only matched by his insatiable hunger for vengeance against all dragons for what he had lost. For the next twenty years, he poured all of his hatred, his rage, his sorrow, and despair innto a set of weapons and armor made from the dragin that had ruined his life. With ancient magic worked into their core and powered by the vast amont of raw magical energy that the beast had possessed, this set was to be known as 'Dragon's Bane'. It was made with onlt one purpose in mind, and it shows in the powers it possess. The energy the weapons use is toxic to dragons, and the armor is highly resiliant to dragon magic. With this, Vordil set off on his rampage, followed by his remaining Clansmen, seeking out and slaughtering every dragon he could.

For the next 20 years he traveled, slaying dragon after dragon, again and again, he was a man consumed by his vengeance. Soon, he found himself alone, however, as his clansmen saw what he had become, how much his heart had turned to stone. The proud warrior had died fighting the Divine Reaper that had destroyed their home, all that was left was a shadow of a man held together by threads of hatred. If he had continued on in this way, he would've only met his end through self-destruction. But something happened that drove him off his path. As he raided a dragon's nest, he faced an angry mother dragon, who he dealt a mortal blow to it, and approached the eggs with the intention to kill. But as he touched one, it began to crack open and inside it was a small, baby dragon. It looked up to him, slight fear in it's eyes as it beheld him. In those eyes, he saw a reflection of himself, dressed in the armor made from the Reaper's hide. He was the monster here, the one ruining lives, his eyes holding nothing but evil intention.

Vordil was disgusted with himself, repulsed by how far he had fallen in his grief. He took the dragon with him on his travels, along with the rest of the eggs, and sought the help of the woman who he had made into an enemy for a long time, Celista and her Dragon Raiders. It wasn't an easy sell, but he eventually convinced her to let him join. Besides, who better to help protect dragon's from hunters then the dwarf who was considered the best dragon hunter of them all. As for the Reaper weapons and armor, even with all the disgust he held for them, he couldn't bring himself to see them destroyed. So he locked them in a safe, inside a bigger safe, wrapped in enchanted chains, then but into another safe, and so on and so forth until basically an castle of defenses were erected around the armor, and the only one able to get through to it were Vordil and Kulak. Vordil trusted no one with them, not even himself, but he knew that if another Divne Reaper sowed up, they would be needed. As far as Vordil is concerned, Reaper's are devoid of emotion, feeling, or compassion, nothing but mindless monsters that love nothing more than to destroy everything they can.


Name: Kulak

Age: 840

Powers:WIP

Shadow Magic:

Shapeshifting:

Matter Weaponization:

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Height: 23 feet

Length: 50 meters

Personality: Kulak is the cool headed and relaxed of the two, spending its days in the caverns restingnin the darkness. A bit of a prankster and a troublemaker, this dragon has a tendancy to pull pranks at random for no reason other than to have fun.

History:

Shrink your age numbers please. Myvrider was the first of all dragon riders and keep him at 800 or below he is still a veteran yes but not nearly as old as she is also mellow down his personality I'm pretty sure my elf wouldn't allow such a harsh man to teach riders . also his dragon is twenty feet. Xeon would easily place the dwarf under if he ever got too sharp with a student. Xeon may not look it but mess with riders he is one scary dragon and dwarf can scare him been alive for way too long

How about he makes a weapon in 2 to three months that's a bit of power play right there

Okay on the power thing, but I've got a reason for his age and strict temperament. Just let me put up my history, then give me thoughts on it.

I say age lower 840 years old

I'll have to rework some stuff, main reason for age is because I wanted him to have had a place in the war when it started. He's basically a dragon hunter that switched sides, but still holds a hidden resentment towards them due to the fact that a dragon killed his family and destroyed his clan. I was thinking of having him be one of the first raiders or something like that.