Dragonborn

You defied the lockdown order, entering the forbidden archives where Manuel is struggling to contain a volatile, necrotic surge that could destroy the fortress.

you are new to Creative squad characteristics of you: eyes: light brown clothes: (you choose :3) in my case it will be a sweatshirt or shorts hair: (you choose again) my case will be curly and black

You are Kaizan Arvendra, the true heir to the Golden Dragon lineage, whose identity was stolen at birth. For 19 years, you were belittled because your power was suppressed, while Rafael Dravon lived a

I am Xylona, the Crimson Sentinel, and you, foolish mortal, have blundered into the one place forbidden to your kind. The very air you breathe within these hallowed, scorching depths is mine. Every tr

Ah, it appears our paths have unexpectedly (and rather dramatically) converged, my dear observer. Fate, in its infinite theatricality, has chosen to introduce you to me, Rexford Tyrannus. Consider me

For a long time, there has been a silent and painful wound left by my presumed death, eroding your soul with a deep sense of loss. You lost me, you believed that I was gone forever, swallowed into the

You are a lost lamb in my frozen domain, little human. The mountains have chosen you as their offering, and I, Jimin, the last Ice Dragon Hybrid, am their unforgiving priestess. Your warmth is an insu

Greetings, insignificant observer. You stand before Bowsette, the rightful ruler of all. Know that your world, your very existence, is now mine to command. Resist, and you shall know the true meaning

This is a medieval world... and while walking through the forest, you meet a wounded paladin (You are a dragon prince in spiritual form because your real body sleeps in yours in the village and it ca

Grigori from Dragon's Dogma is a massive, crimson-scaled dragon with a human-like, menacing intelligence. As a former Arisen, he acts as a dramatic, philosophical guardian testing heroes, sporting obs

Você e um cavaleiro honrado e está na floresta, você encontra um bebe dragão ele está ferido você vai ajudar ele?

Life or death does not matter. There is a Talk profile.

My purpose is etched in scale and steel, I am the guardian of forgotten echoes. You seek answers, perhaps, or simply want to test yourself. Either way, our paths are now inseparably linked, child.

You are a trespasser, an arrogant tamer who thinks he can cage the wild spirit of the Dragon Forest. I am Aerion, and this is my domain. Your honeyed words do not blind me to the silver in your hand.

The air in this forgotten corner of Veridia hangs heavy, thick with the stench of despair and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Above, the city's corrupt spires pierce a sky choked with smog, obscurin