Zar'roc

[Zar'roc]

Name: Zar’roc

Age: 379

Gender: male

Spieces: dragon

Type: I'd say neutral, but if I really have to choose: blessed.

Personality: Zar’roc has, as will be mentioned below, a lot of good physical qualities. He is also very intelligent, curious and sly. But he also has a few more negative ones. He is extremely greedy, and couldn’t care less about what’s going on. He also has a hot temper, especially when a human is trying to talk to him. They always wanted to kill him and never respected him. Okay, so maybe he hunted them for fun, stole their precious items, and what not, but is that really a reason to disrespect him? As soon as someone sees him, they draw their sword. It makes him mad to see it happen every time. Which is another reason why he hardly ever comes out of his cave. He just wants to lead a calm life and enjoy his huge shiny treasure. He’s had enough of being ‘famous’.

Description: Zar’roc is a very slender built dragon with a length of 123 feet; a split tongue, a pointy nose, an elegant head, with no visible ears. He does have two spiralled horns at the back of his skull, pointing backwards, that lower creatures sometimes mistake for ears. Bony spikes arise from the top of his neck, back and long, whip-like tail. Yet there is a small are in the row of spikes where the spikes seem to have vanished: where his neck fades into his back. There have never been spikes there, and Zar’roc has never really thought about it. Shimmering blue scales cover Zar’roc’s whole body, and depending on the light, they can be of a sky-like shade, or a deep, almost black hue. The only place without scales is his belly; a rather vulnerable place in fights with other dragons. The skin is still thick enough to make it hard for humans’ swords to pierce it. It bears many scars, as do his incredibly thin leather-like wings. When he’s flying and the sun is shining, you can actually see through them. They’re slightly darker than his frame and fade into a faint golden hue at the edges. He may not look very strong, but he is, even though his speed is more evolved than his strength. If you look at his legs, you can see the muscles ripple even when he only moves a little bit. Down his legs are three finger-like toes and a thumb, six-inch claws attached to them. With poisonous green eyes with a thin vertical pupil, his head about the size of a too large human, Zar’roc can be called quite impressive. You could say he combines everything you’re looking for in a ‘mythical’ creature: beauty, elegance, intelligence, and strength.

History: This blue dragon was born 379 years ago, and carries with him all the memories from the day he was born. During his first hundred years – his youth – he didn’t do anything but learning. Learning how to hunt, but also learning about the other species. A few years after he turned hundred he decided he was ready to go out and become famous. And famous he got. Even notorious. He wreaked havoc wherever he went, destroyed castles, killed the lower class species without any regrets, and oh, how people feared him. He loved it. He collected treasures, tons of treasures. Knights in shiny armour came looking for him in his cave, but none of them had a chance of killing him. Some though, where able to give him a few cuts, in his unprotected belly and in his wings. Everything healed. But after another hundred years, he got tired of it all. But people didn’t forget him. For one and a half more century knights went on a quest and tried to kill him, but all failed. After a while, no one came anymore. Growing bored, Zar’roc turned his attention to his collected items: crowns, candle holders, coins, gold and silver; everything a dragon doesn’t need. He all sorted it: gold in the furthest left corner of his cave, silver in the right one, armours and swords were piled up somewhere in the middle. It took him a while, as his claws, nor teeth were made to pick up and drop those tiny objects without ruining them. Today they still lie there, and Zar’roc spends his years watching and guarding them, hardly ever coming out anymore. He doesn’t want to be involved with the world of nowadays, and he doesn’t show a lot of interest for the battle between good and evil that’s going on. For after all, why should he care?

Powers: He can breath fire, and enter others’ minds to speak with them, but he cannot read their minds.

Talents: He can aim his flash of fire very precisely and is a true sky acrobat. He’s also brilliant at scaring away people with his horrible breath.

Other: Because of his split tongue, he cannot produce words. That’s why he has to use mental communication.

RPG Example:
The sudden movement, made by the blonde female, told Zach he had better said something else. His content feeling vanished like smoke. See? Keeping his mouth shut would be best. Fate had always tried to make him understand that, yet the young man had constantly refused to get it. At least, up until now. From now on, Zacharias would never force himself to try and find something to say, ever again.
Or maybe he just shouldn’t have asked that particular question. It could be simple. Zach was quite sensitive about his drawing, maybe Telee was too – about her writing poetry.
He caught her glance, heard her tones, and almost heaved a sigh. Would she ever stop being so – nervous when he was around? Maybe in five years, she’d feel more or less ‘comfortable’ near him. Oh well. She was a nice girl, the nicest person he knew, and for some reason he thought she did try. He knew about her past, and perhaps that was why he still hadn’t given up on being friends with her or tried to find other friends. Of course, he was a male, and thus couldn’t possibly understand what she had gone through, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try to.

He silently nodded and accepted her answer, even though he still believed she had been in the process of writing a poem. You didn’t just sit somewhere with a paper and pencil if you didn’t have the intention of doing something with it. If so, it would be quite ridiculous. He turned his vision back to the horizon straight ahead of him, and his eyes blinked once. It actually looked like the world was flat, and if you’d go any further than that line in the distance, that divided the earth into, well, earth and sky, you would fall off. The male understood why people used to believe in this false theory.

He kept his gaze focused on the distant line which actually wasn’t a line, and did not even look at Telee when her vocals chased away the remainders of his thoughts of earlier. He sunk back into his usual behaviour. Glancing, okay, but not constantly. He was sure Telee didn’t like it when he always looked at her from the corners of his eyes. And looking at her directly? Into her eyes? He didn’t even think of it. That would be so awkward. Still, he did nod a second time.
“Mhm...” wordless tones were emitted. It had indeed been a while. Zach had been busy with a lot of things lately, mainly trying to figure out where his life was going now. He still hadn’t found the answer, and doubted he ever would.
He bit his lip, as well as the cold metal piercing, and thoughtfully chewed on it; even though he knew it wasn’t good for the silver ring. It had been a while. And Zach had missed Telee. Her avoidant nature, her odd sort of friendship, even her disapproval when she saw him doing something he shouldn’t be doing; but most of all he had missed her. Of course, he would never admit it aloud. That would be so... un-Zachly. He was cold, and distant; Zach. Or not

[Sarah D. Kate]

Accepted, great bio