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Rhoanan Asmoor
Dohrma Ashev
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Name: Dorian Ashev
Age: 8950
Race: Aerdonian Black
Rank: Right Wing Guard/1st Lieutenant of the Black Guard
Human Appearance
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: Approximately 240 lbs
Build: Slim/Medium
Hair: Dark blonde
Eyes: Dark Sapphire, nearly black
Dragon Appearance:
Color: Sooty Black
Length: 56 ft, STR (snout to rump)
Wingspan: 85 ft
Background: Dorian is the half and oldest brother to Daemonorel. As the eldest brother, he should have been named Vor'che of his House, however, his younger brother, Daemon, was named to inherit the title of Vor'ill - Head of House. When their father named the younger and less educated, yet more vicious, of the two brothers as heir, Rhoannan effectively drove a wedge between the two that remained until Daemonorel was sold to Nargus IV to settle a gambling debt. Dorian vowed vengeance on Rhoannan and Nargus, and much later aided Task Diamondwood in overthrowing Nargus. Dorian was selected to become one of the Black Guard far later than Daemonorel was, despite being older, for several reasons, and there were times when Araxmarr doubted the oldest Asmoor brother would be of any use to him at all. It is widely known and accepted that Dorian was the last of the Black Guard to be 'made'.
He has never been bonded, nor does he seemingly care to find a permanent mate, that is until he met Shadow Silverleaf. In later timelines, he becomes the Vor'ill of House Ashev after Daemonorel abdicates at the end of the story Scorched Earth.
Personality: Dorian is far more subtle in his cruelty than most Blacks, yet enjoys the results of his cruel tendencies more than most. He is quiet and may seem to be paying absolutely no attention to the goings on around him. That is, however, a misconception that has proven fatal to many in the past. His loyalty only extends to Araxmarr, as do all the Black Guard, and to earn his respect, one must prove themselves worthy of it. As with all Blacks, he is easily enRaged and darkly passionate.
Appearance: Dorian is lean and agile, yet deceptively strong. As with all Aerdonian dragons, he can form mock garments as well as armour from his scale, yet prefers to wear real clothes. He can commonly be found wearing black trousers and a black cotton shirt as well as well worn, scuffed but comfortable boots. He also generally wears a black leather duster, the surface of which is well oiled to make it waterproof. He has short, dark blonde hair and his eyes are so dark a blue as to be almost black. They tend to resemble black sapphires under normal circumstances, but when he is enRaged, they tend to glow a true sapphire blue.
Weapons: As with all Blacks of his race, Dorian can and does use fire proficiently. He is also capable of mesmerization, a second gift bestowed on the Black Kin. Dorian carries few weapons, save two stilettos, a butterfly knife and a slim, katana type sword. All blades carried by him are forged of DragonSteele. As his over-all body mass is lighter than some male Blacks, Dorian relies on his speed and agility, rather than brute strength.
Marks: One bloodmark - The Blackthorn Crest of the Black Guard on his right shoulder blade. Scars too numerous to list, but are primarily on his chest, ribs and back.
Burning Bright - Shinedown
I feel like there is no need for conversation
Some questions are better left without a reason
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
Now and then I consider, my hesitation
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
To spare myself of the constant shame of my existence
And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation
Here and now I'll express, my situation
There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right
Such a cruel contradiction
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define
I'm born to indecision
There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose
With no particular rhyme or reason
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