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Image of human form.

Even amoung the long-lived dragons, he is considered old. Not ancient, but old. Virote has seen eleven and a half millenniums, had a number of mates, and a nestful of children. His life was happy. But humans encroached on his land. They became the power in the world, something Virote never accepted. All of his mates were killed by hunters. He no longer knows if his children are alive either. But he doesn't hide. Any hunter who comes to him to fight will be challenged. He bears the scars of many battles, all won.

Other dragons look at him with a mixture of disgust and pride. He's one of the few true warriors left, though his morals are twisted enough to turn some off.

Virote won't be happy again until the dragons are the power of the world.

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Despite his disdain for the human form, he has taken to using it, luring hunters to their deaths, occasionally destroying a village or town that displeases him. He demands no tribute, has no set lair. He is a wandering destroyer of all things human.

Perhaps it is resentment that fuels him. Perhaps bloodlust. Or maybe just boredom.

Either way, man or beast, it would be wise to stay out of his way.

Bio

Physical

Name: Virote
Age: 11,472 (looks mid-thirties).
Race: Fay - Dragon
Gender: Male.
Build: Muscular. Built like a rock. Tall.
Hair: White/Silver
Eyes: Golden yellow.
Binding item: Gold stud, with the fang of a fallen foe hanging from it.
Clothing: Prefers to wear little clothing. It feels constricting to him, since he doesn't wear it in his natural form. This is also done as a form of challenge to would-be hunters.

Dragon Form
Type: Western Dragon.
Build: Thick, muscular body, with strong limbs. A powerful neck, and huge, muscular wings. Huge, even for a dragon. A normal man would come up only halfway to his elbow.
Appearance: Very lizard/dinosaur-like in appearence. His skin is thick and leathery, with a dull red coloration. Six short spikes sit along his skull. His top jaw ends in a rock-hard beak, and his lower jaw is covered in large, flat scales. Hanging from under his throat are thick whiskers, stiff and appealing only to other dragons. His forelegs are guarded by thick scales, as are the base of his wing membrane, and the base of his tail. His scales and beak are a rich golden color, while his spines and whiskers are a darker shade of his skin color, though his whiskers are beginning to grey with age. His wing membrane is a lighter hue of his skin color.

Relatives
Parents: Deceased.
Siblings: Deceased.
Mate: None, currently.
Children: A few, scattered here and there.
Friends: None.

Mental
Personality: Highly aggressive and territorial. He's the type of dragon that the hunters exist for, though none has been able to best him yet. His mindset is such that he thinks all creatures are inferior to dragons, thus, he refuses to hide his heritage. He's also somewhat sexist, thinking females should not be warriors. Apart from this grumpy front, he will melt and lose all ability to be a bastard if you were to scratch him behind the ears, or pet his muzzle, much like a very large, scary dog.
Sexuality: Straight (for the most part).