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Nicodemus
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Discord Id
 
Mektor#8033
 
Previous Characters
 
N/A
 
Character Name
 
Nicodemus
 
Character Race & Sub-Race
 
Nicodemus is a dragon, though while in Sanctuary, he spends most of his time in the shape of a man. (I believe this ranks as a Muiri.)
 
Alternate Graphic
 
Drake (small size dragon), colour to be determined based on available hues, but it would probably be a red/yellow or golden in hues.
 
Character Description
 
Nicodemus looks like your average Joe. Average height, size and build. He looks like he may be in his mid-40s, his scruffy coloured hair showing as much hay-colour as white. His skin, from head to toe and his hands, seem oddly rugged for a man with his scholarly look.
 
A quick glance will tell anyone he seems uneasy, looking either agitated or on his guard most of the time. One could think just from looking at him that he cannot stand in one place for more than a few seconds, nor wait for others who move, behave or talk slowly.
 
Only when amongst his kin or when in control does he return to his patient self, where his stance alone strikes anyone as that of a man who incarnates an ageless wisdom.
 
Shard Plot Line
 
Nicodemus has been rescued by Io and summoned to Sanctuary as he was about to be felled. His purpose is clear: to restore his kin and the respect it deserves. Having been rescued by Io though he was not one of his ardent follower before, he feels he owes it to the god to do his best to put him up on the Arcanum crystals, to keep him there, and to let this world and others know dragons existed long before most races did, and will live to see them expire. He does not intend to do this through force, but by using all that the greatest dragons are known to have and inspire, including might, wisdom, and faith in the universe.
 
Special Role-play Ability
 
When he is his true confident self (see above, Character description, in fine), he inspires a respectful awe of most benevolent creatures nearby. The wisdom he exudes soothes those around him, making them feel as if everything was going to be alright, no matter what.
 
Previous World
 
Nicodemus comes from a realm whose name is not worth mentioning or remembering. It existed not on this world, nor on this plane. In it, like in many others, dragons, mighty as they are, coexisted with many other creatures, and guided the fairest of them. In this one, the forces of darkness, through subtle processes, won the fight and led its many populations into an era of greed, selfishness, and lust for power.  
 
Backstory
 
It had been a recurring dream for some years now. A voice heard in the depths of the night: “Come… You can be saved… Life begins anew at the end…” He did not know whose voice it was, only that it was calling to him to go somewhere… to do something…
 
He was among the last of his kin in this world. All manners of creatures and civilizations were developing and hunting down dragons to harvest their precious parts, imbibed with magic as they were. Nicodemus had seen it coming, perched atop mountains, ravines and towers. All his friends, brothers and sisters, mates, were gone. Soon they would come for him too.
 
In the darkness of his lair, torchlights illuminated the cavern walls, accompanied by the sounds of meaningless creatures coming for their profit. Though he had guided them once, they had chosen their own path and had gone astray. He would not go easily. Their numbers were many, and from the carnage of the battle were born ineffable horrors. One could not count the amount of life which were taken by claws and flames. But at the end, they were too many. Blowing a whirlwind of dust in their direction by launching in the air, Nicodemus retreated to his nest. There, he awaited the final assault which would cost him everything.
 
The lights were approaching. He was readying himself. Then came the voice once again: “Come… You can be saved… Our kin does not end here and now, and neither do you…” The dragon was appeased by the words. “I am Io, father to dragon gods, and I wish for your help. To accept and be rescued, you have but to will it.”
 
The dragon glanced at the horde of assailants approaching. He took one last, deep breath, swallowing the humid air, and closed his eyes with serenity. As the yells and the sound of weapons became deafening, the child of Io was swallowed by a dark vacuum.
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*thumbs up!!* Great story, glad we spoke! Tongue. Looking forward to seeing where the RP will take him.
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