The Dragon's Child.

by **Vile** April 16th 2013, 6:23 pm

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"Donnagon Yvain"

'The Dragon's Child.'

Basic Biography

Real Name: Donnagon Yvain
Renegade/Hero/Villain Name: The Dragon's Child.
Title: Knight.
Alignment: Lawful Evil. This will soon be the round table, if the group gets approved.
Age: Technically he is like 1000 years old. However physically he is about 29.
Gender:Male.
Race: Meta-Human.
Hair: N/A
Eyes: Brown.
Height: 6.4
Weight: 270lbs.
Blood type: B-

The Looks

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The Legacy

Personality: Fighting is everything to Donnagon. He lives for it. He might deliberately disadvantage himself in order to make fights last longer and loves to reveal that he is far stronger than he has been letting on. It's not so much winning or losing, morality, the motives of his allies, or even the glory, that drives this guy so much as the opportunity for a good fight. Though -as stated previously- he does not care whether he is victorious, the raw pleasure of dominating another being in combat is exhilarating to him.

His loyalty is an odd thing, though it is hard to earn and is frequently questioned by those around him, if he chooses to call you friend, he means it. However if his own welfare is brought into the question he will abandon his friends faster than they can say "Donnagon Help.". He is also a sly and selfish person, who will often work around getting himself in the direct way of harm unless he respects the one attempting to bring about that harm, in which case he is more than happy to challenge them. Ironically, he is actually a very cold person outside of combat and could be considered a being of apathy to a degree. He is willing to make those tough decisions that others wont, and he gets a sick form of pleasure from watching people suffer at his own hands. However he keeps this secret as to not dishearten his fellow knights. He's also quite spiteful, and will ignore those who needs help unless he needs something from them, being rude to people who do not deserve it or perhaps even harming others just to make himself feel better.

He is a person to hold a grudge and has on multiple occasions engaged in vendettas for the smallest of slights. When it comes to his own desires and objectives, he is second to none and is unwilling to compromise this. However, despite this attitude, he attempts to keep it a secret.

History: *Read this in Theresa from Fable saga's voice, plz.*

As is with every tale of life, love was Kindled in the fires of the heart. Their eyes met, and both knew 'twas to be. Vanessa Crowthorne and Duke Dunlough Yvain. Both, desired eachother's bodies, eachother's hearts, eachother's minds. Their love was true, however fate frowned upon their marriage. Their betrothal day 'twas plagued with showers of rain, but still the heat of their grace repelled nature's attempts. The reverends word's were spoke, their lips met. They wedding was completed. 'Twas now just a waiting game before news of the woman's pregnancy was to spread...

The Duke's great standing and the fact he was soon to have an heir was fat gossip, and the people spread it like wildfire throughout the towns. It wasn't long before even the other royal nations were arriving with gifts and tiding for the new member of the Yvain family. Gold, gifts and even some more Dukes bringing their pregnant wives offering playmates for the new heir. All trying to get into this powerful man's good books. As is human nature. The duke smiled warmly and accepted their gifts, but 'twas all false. He had had many heirs, but never laid claim to them. He's never been so nervous about this heir, one he would actually have to raise, however with Vanessa at his side this shall be easy.

The screams echoed through the King's castle's physician's quarters for hours. Vanessa's water's had burst and it was time for the new life to emerge into this world for the first time, it's brown eyes finally going to lay sight upon the world. Whether or not it would enjoy what it saw was up to fate from here. The child's crying began after the first slap, he was a strong and healthy baby, weighing in at 9 lbs. Vanessa was over joyed, and, even though he had not expected to be so was Dunlough. His wrinkled hands held his new born heir, and the baby's large brown eyes gaped at his father's mirrored eyes. A toothless smile appeared on it's face before it's tiny feet began to squirm and it resumed it's tears as it were a stroppy teenager after being woken up. He continued his tiny tantrum for several minutes before it's tiny body grew exhausted, and his eyes slipped together again and he fell asleep, his mind floating off into the dream realm. His father pressed his cracked lips against his new son's forehead, and as he pulled back he whispered quietly into his ear... "Welcome, Donnagon..." overjoyed, he lay his new child into his wooden cot, blanket cocooning around him. He played with his unconscious child's fingers, and let out a childish laugh, a sliver of his own childhood memories coming back to him. His own laugh was joined by that of an exhausted woman's...
"You named him, after your father?" she said this in a pleasant, yet somewhat distrust-ant voice.
Dunlough replied quickly, the fact he had forgot to ask his wife for her opinion on the child's name had slipped his mind entirely. Embarrassed he turned around and grinned at his wife, and walked across the ceramic tiling of the quarters. He placed a hand on his wife's chest and smiled down at her, her own face formed a smile, and their fingers interlocked, and he reached down kissing her sweat-clung head similar to how he had done with his new child.
"I-... I forgot to as-" His own apology was cut of by her raising a hand to his lips, smiling gently at him.
"It's ok... I like it." She said this gently, hiding her own disliking for the name in order to make her one love feel happier, and his happiness brought her her own form of glee.

The child grew up as any noble-blooded child would. Pampered, and prepared for war, due to his gender. His father was keen to see his own son adapt and evolve into a valiant warrior who could someday becoming a knight by the king's knighting. He'd bought his child a toy sword at the age of 2, and the child grew greatly attached to it as any child would to their first ever gift they were old enough to understand was a gift. His mother, on the other hand, tried her best to spare her only child from such a fate. She often bought him pleasant gifts, such as a bunch of flowers or even a wooden stick doll, wrapped in clothe. Donnagon however always broke them, through manners in which he had thought hilarious. Throwing them at the walls, and bashing them with the flat panel side of his wooden weapon. She found that both disturbing and childishly adorable. Donnagon's father was already beginning to teach him some basic techniques as he got older.

The town's bells rang in celebration, and all of Donnagon's playmates which were almost offered as gifts at his birth all sat around the large grand dining table to celebrate his son's 9th birthday party. He was filled with happiness and glee, and due to his father's healthy training was healthier than most boys his age. Many games were played around the table, some of the best lutenist's in large town were hired so they could play a game of musical chairs, some of the kids having been told by their parents to let Donnagon win so that he could speak to his father about it later and form a relationship. And of course, the finest baker was ordered to bake a cake, and in a hope to gain future work did it at a discounted price. The cake was grand, and was almost as tall as Donnagon was! It was lined with swirls of white cream, and smothered in thick golden icing. And, at his mother's private request, a few flower decorations, colored lilac. She wasn't sure he would go through with it, but whenever the cake was brought out and she spotted them she couldn't help but smile at the Baker's kind nature, or good memory. She'd tip him for that later. Donnagon's brown eyes beamed up eagerly as the knife cut into the cake's flesh, revealing it's hole filled sponge innards. This was the first time he'd ever taste cake, and his tongue lapped around his lips and his fingers tapped against the doileys spread over the oak table. The first slice was put infront of the birthday boy first, and he twisted his legs in irritance because he had to wait for everyone else to get a piece, and to sing him happy birthday. Each word seemed to take a minute to slip out, and as soon as the last syllable slipped out he devoured the cake in a manner of 6 bites. His mouth chewed without closing, and he swallowed in large chunks before laughing aloud. His mother giggled at the lack of manners her son possessed, it was oddly appealing. She hit her husband on the arm with the back of her hand, and then pointed at him, laughing. Her beloved soon joint in with the laughter, and then his arms slid around his wife's back.
"He's growing up so fast..."
"I know, Vanessa...' His words faded for a moment, and she felt his dry lips press against her hair, which was beginning to grey over the years. '... I know."

Donnagon's second piece of cake was smacked from his hands by a boisterous child, with freckled skin dark green eyes, and tangled curly ginger hair. The somewhat porky child laughed when he did it, and then pushed both his fattened hands against the chest of Donnagon, making him fall over the stool. Donnagon didn't understand what was happening, he hadn't done anything to this kid. The commotion spread over the children, and soon they were circled among the pair. They had began to chant in an ominous and wild rhythm, 'Fight, Fight, Fight!' Donnagon still didn't know what was happening, and his father pushed through the crowd of dwarves to see what was going on. He saw his son on the floor, with the fat ginger child towering over him laughing. His father simply frowned, and then looked at Donnagon supportively raising a brow. He motioned his head towards the ginger kid and his brow turned into a furrowed one. With the signal from his father, Donnagon stood up and began to brush down his favorite shorts, which had now gotten dirt on them. The large ginger child laughed and swung his hand at Donnagon's head in an attempt to punch him once again. Donnagon's body leant back and he threw himself like a kamikaze towards the kid, who was taken of guard. Donnagon's hands smacked the kid in the face with the bottom of his fists, looking away as to avoid any direct hits on his nose. The fat child squealed like a pig and scampered off, and Donnagon stood up and brushed of his arms and couldn't help but smile. His father clapped, which started the other's tsunami's of support. Now he knew...
His son was to be a warrior.

3 more summers scorned the soil, and 3 more winters smothered the land with a blanket of snow, And Donnagon's father had called him to his chambers. The more matured 12 year old child walked quickly up his large home's stairs, however he still made happy little yelps as he leapt up the stairs. He still held the wooden sword his father had given him on his second birthday in his hand, although it was more a dagger to him now. He had grown, it had not.
His father looked up from his desk when he walked in, and he smiled at his son, using two fingers to beckon him towards him. Donnagon obediently walked towards him, and he noticed his father push a long shape towards him, with a sheet of red velvet wrapped around it, small bits of string keeping it closed. His father eagerly nodded towards the blade and his eyes filled with an excited form of glee. Donnagon nervously put his hand on the red velvet casing, and easily pulled the string apart with his fingers. It fell back and revealed a small sword, sized specifically for him. It was basic, and Donnagon's hand nervously danced above it. Slowly, his fingers curled around it's hilt and he lifted it. He was surprised by it's weight, he'd never held a real sword. His arm was sent down and the metallic blade nearly hit the stone floor. Dunlough laughed at his son, and stood from his padded chair, calmly walking towards his child.

*bullet points, will finish later, i just want to get this approved.*

His father gives him a sword.

His father organises him to train with it for the next 7 years.

When he is 16 he meets a fellow squire named Knox.

After a while and some events they basically fall in love, but keep their homosexuality a secret.

A war breaks out, both Knox and Donnagon are sent.

Knox dies.

Donnagon shits bricks, powers activate. (he's 20 by this time.)

Armour melds to his flesh.

The death of his love makes him go crazy, and become a spiteful apath, and basically a ruthless monster. They took his love. joy and source of general reason to live. Why should other people get to keep their own joy?

He remains in his father's service, gaining the alias the dragon's child.

He goes on a witch hunt.

Nearly kills the witch, but she sends him into the future.

Resided in an abandoned church for a few years.

Gets recruited by Arthur.

Fin.

The Powers

Power 1: Fire Manipulation : Donnagon was one of the first human beings to be born with the meta-gene in his system. His meta-gene allows him to generate and control fire from his body and use it to infuse attacks and weapons with fire etc. This has granted him near-heat immunity and it is where he got his name-sake from, due to growing up in the middle ages. Also, due to the violent manifestation his fire took on it's first kindling, caused his armour to melt onto his skin and give both it, and his sword the effect of being permanently red hot. His pyrokinetic powers tend to be manifested as a large dragon like shape on his back, which mimics his movements.

Power 2: Pain Immunity : Due to the fire melting his armour to his skin, the sheer amount of pain and damage that brought actually caused his nerves to simply... die. Meaning that he cannot feel any damage or infact, anything due to the deadened nerves. This can help him continue to fight even though he is fatigued, or can help him to take bigger wounds. However this does not increase his durability. His skin still gets slashed, he just does not feel it. This is an rp mechanic however, and requires no power points. (According to red knight, i'm not gonna argue. x] )

Power 3: Rage Empowerment : As Donnagon fights, he gets angrier and angrier and so his power level increases upwards. This means that if in a fight, and he begins to lose and grows angry at the fact, he will grow in power, however he will lose some of his prowess in battle and will resort to what can be called... "Choreographed Savagery." He cannot turn into his transformation whenever enraged.

Power 4: Dragon Soul (Transformation.) Donnagon is able to transform his body into a ferocious and gigantic fiery dragon, which is about 57 feet tall, it's scales are as hard as titanium and it is capable of running at fast speeds and some basic gliding, but not flight due to tattered and burnt wings. It is able to spew out volcanic magma and fire from it's throat. When he transforms into this form, his armour spreads over it's body, creating armored places such as it's jaw etc. The dragon has several horns protruding from it's body and is completely immune to heat. Donnagon has kept this transformation a secret, as he wishes to save it for a special occasion. The strength this dragon form has, has echoed onto his soul, giving him super-human, and near super-human attributes.