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Name: Adonis He'dreian
Nickname(s): Dree, Don, Wraith
Species: Slate dragon
Gender: Male
Age: 160
Height: 6' 6
Weight: 150 lbs
Job: Mercenary
Location: Whereabouts unknown.
Mate: Aliera, Bianca, Shesha
Crush: None
Offspring: Kalliam and Caderyn (Twins) with Aliera
Durindal with Bianca
Geneveve and Xerxes with Shesha
Mother: Ceres Peradini
Father: Vedric Ha'Dreian
Siblings: none
Grandmother: Unknwon
Grandfather: Unknown
Other family:
Appearance
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Adonis considers himself to be the perfect warrior, he is the perfect dragon in his opinion, the best mix of raw power and deft speed. He is tall and thin but broad of shoulder and well-toned. He is slightly larger than the average dragon and his shoulder-wings are a good size bigger as well but still don't allow him to fully fly, but long glides are quite possible. His skin is a smoky maroon and his eyes are a vibrant golden color. The horns on his head he calls his crown and are nigh unbreakable due to the traces of metal in them.
He has no markings on him, but he has one scar along the right side of his maw from top to bottom. Adonis will never be found without several weapons on his body, from pistols to throwing knives but his clothes range from a simple wife-beater and shorts to leather jackets and steel-tipped boots.
Personality
Adonis holds a grudge against everybody and has a vendetta against the world. You essentially get what you see, a man who literally hates everyone in the world for one reason or another and is completely justified in his mind to do so. He doesn't have some ultimate goal, no plans for global domination or anything, but he plans to cause as much chaos as he can. He takes orders from nobody and lives only for himself- anyone who gets close does so at their own risk. He cares nothing for the suffering of others.
His two motivations are: to have fun and to get revenge. Revenge for the ancient war long ago, revenge for anything and everything. He sees the world as a dark dim place and no matter what he does it will not get any better or worse, so why care? If you do get close to him, he'll be more than happy to back stab you once you are no longer of use to him, because he'll be expecting you to betray him sooner or later anyway.
History
Adonis had always been proud, despite being what one would call a commoner among a group that is anything but common. In the dragon community he was almost nothing, no runes- no magic only good for his future babies. He didn't have many friends, there weren't many dragon whelps his age, not that he had much time to play- as soon as he was old enough he was put to work, menial jobs at first but as he grew into his size things got tougher. As soon as he came of age, he wasn't wed, but put into a female 'lottery' of sorts, which had him rotating with other females.
He liked this at first, until he realized what it truly meant- he had no control over his fate, he was barely above the rank of slave in his opinion and that's when things went really sour, really fast. Something snapped in him at that point and he started looking at the world in a whole new way. He harbored five children with three different dragonesses, but they stayed with the mother while Adonis continued with work and other dragonesses. By this time his work consisted of heavy lifting and other arduous jobs and he toned up quite well.
And just to defy his fate he started snooping around, discovering history and other secrets one like him shouldn't know. One day he slipped into the Grand Library reserved only for Rune dragons and secretly stole a few books, one on magic. He brought this home and showed it to those he trusted and they collectively 'learned' magic. They weren't proficient in anything, but they could work some of the spells that they weren't privileged to, above the petty healing spells and small cantrips.
Someone found out, however, someone betrayed them and one of their secret hiding places was raided. They barely escaped and managed to survive in the outskirts of their island for a while as rogues. They hatched a plan to leave the island, causing as much chaos as possible, but his friends died in the attempt, leaving only him to succeed in his escape.
In his travels he found he had a knack for fighting, so he hired himself out to do dirty jobs and usually ended up enjoying doing them. He learned the proper way to fight and his gliding ability came in handy. On one such job he and a small group were separated on the way to take out a large group of thugs and by the time the rest of the group got to the thug's campsite there was only one anthro left alive pleading for his life. He got the nickname Wraith because they never saw him coming.
He now lives a hate-filled life, his only friends would be other slate dragons who weren't content with the lot they were given in life. He never thinks of his numerous mates nor the children he sired- they're just meatbags to him, related by blood- and he spilled blood every day.
