Character Profile: Dranith Vorkuth the Half-Dragon

NOTE: This character isn't in the same realm as the other characters. He is the only character that doesn't belong to the super hero-like universe that the others have, Dranith belongs to a world that mixes fantasy and technology, steam punk & dragons if you will.

Dranith Vorkuth (Dran-ith Vor-kooth) was an orphan when he was baby. he was found in a crater by a passing noble lord; the flaming wreckage that surrounded the immense crater were the remains of a trader's steam-powered train, the thick metal plates, bronze pipes, and shattered wooden crates were scattered as far as the eye could see. The flame-engulfed debris created a depressing, eerie feel as the sky turned black and the cry of the young Dranith broke the silence. The noble took up the child in his arms and saw a necklace wrapped around his torso. It showed several engravings on the silver backing, when the noble turned the talisman over he saw an emblem depicting a mountain with wings and a dragon skull engraved into the mountain. Behind the emblem he saw a shining golden background that was shaped like a golden keep tower.

The noble took the child back to his castle where he tended to the child for many years, teaching him in the ways of the arcane arts, technologies of many different cultures, and proper human etiquette. As Dranith reached the age of twelve his adopted father noticed inhuman evolutions taking place with him; Dranith's skin grew pale and far more sturdy, it became a very rough texture with flexible, scale-like plates. His hair, once dark brown, turned to silver with a smooth texture. His eyes, once a light brown shade, had now turned to a bright violet hue; at times of strong anger and focus Dranith's eyes would glow and emit a purple fire from his eyes. The flame would grow larger as his emotions flared, this would almost cover his forehead in fire and would often prove dangerous for his father.

Immediately, the noble made Dranith study the draconic arts and doubled up his learning in the arcane arts. The noble then decided to devote all his time towards the sciences and magics in order to become a Mana-Breaker, or an individual who controls magic through science and alchemy while slowly infusing themselves with the arcane world. This left Dranith alone for many months with minimal contact with his adopted father; the only time his father would come home would usually be to check the status of his son. Dranith grew isolated and soon felt little regard for the "Humanity" that he had studied for the past few years. Dranith never felt right by trying to be human, he often shared the feelings of other creatures.

Years had passed and Dranith was now 20 years old. At this time Dranith had grown large, scaly wings which could easily carry himself and much more. His strength had also grown, Dranith could lift entire Helrunners above his head with one hand (Helrunner is a 1-3 person vehicle that is used to traverse plains and deserts. It has a triangle frame with three large, ball-shaped, metal wheels and three seats. A driver seat, a turrent-gunner seat, and a navigators seat. A single Helrunner weighs a minimum of 6,000 lbs.). Dranith decided to stroll the grounds of his fathers land; the long expansive plains that were bordered by an endless forest 12 miles from the castle. His father returned to check on Dranith's status but was unable to find him; Dranith skipped the rest of his studies after discovering that creatures of his origin were hated, he was considered an abomination by nature and magic alike, one of which not even technology could rival. He was hated because his species was known to be cursed with overwhelming ambition and power, so much that past "Half-Dragons" were known to assemble massive armies, mystical relics, and legendary weapons; all in the name of slaying Merithius, God-Dragon of the Sun and creator of the Celestial Realms that gave birth to magic.

As Dranith's father ran outside to skim the fields for his son he was greeted by the darkest entity to ever exist, it covered the sky in storm clouds as the world was drained of color. Dranith then walked towards his father, the nobles gaze was fierce and unbroken by his sons presence. Dranith walked up to his father and spoke with guilt, "I'm sorry dad, I was just-" His father interrupted with a quick and decisive glare and spoke with precise pronunciation, "Dranith, shut up and take this!" the noble handed Dranith a large sack that felt stuffed with random items, "Dranith, you must understand, I will see you again! Keep the tome and hold on to your talisman with all your might. They will show you the path." Dranith looked on in disbelief as the old noble before him had commanded him just like a commander issuing orders to his soldiers. The old noble grew angry, "If you won't leave then I will make you! Mordos Vai!" Suddenly, a portal opened up behind Dranith and sucked him inside, transporting him to the border of the forest and binding him to the ground with mystical bonds.

As the old noble closed the portal a giant dragon flew above the massive manor, encircling it; the dragon's mouth started to emit a dark red flame from its clenched jaws. It halted its position in mid-air and opened its jaws; a sphere of black and red flame swirled from the dragons mouth. The black dragon shot the sphere of fire which was pursued by a red beam of energy; it struck the manor, slowly sinking into the structure. When the sphere reached the earth that supported the manor it exploded in all directions, all the debris was incinerated instantly, leaving nothing but ash. The dragon, looking unsatisfied, landed in front of the old noble and scorched the land beneath his feet. The black dragon was, from head to tail, 213 feet long and had a wing span of 175 feet. The creatures scales were thick, lustrous, and sharp while the dragon had horns growing around its skull cap, forming a crown of sharp spikes. Horns also covered the end of the dragons tail, forming a spiked-like club.

As the dragons massive talons dug into the earth it spoke clearly with an upright posture and authoritarian tone, "Where is the Vorkuth, pathetic mage, I know you have sent him away! I saw your pathetic portal, you cannot hide him from us!" The noble looked at the dragon with a formidable aggression and spoke with equal hostility, "You will never find him Zouthias! He is far away, the world will hide him from you! The Nexras Clan will never control magic! And I, Serouth, will be your end!" The noble lunges forward with the earth following behind him, a tidal wave of rock reaching up high and moving forward fast. The dragon reacts without hesitation, swinging its tail around and smashing the noble back into the earth wave and pushing him through the granite. The noble shoots through the rocks as they crumble all around him, he lands a few dozen yards away. The noble struggles to get to his feet as the dragon laughs, "Humans...you're all the same. You use magic to live forever and try to become more powerful than your superiors. Humanity is nothing but garbage, eternal life or no, you can still die...from....my might!" Zouthias, with a swift flick from his talons, opens a portal for himself and speaks sternly, "You're not worth my time, Daetras, finish this rabble off. I must be on my way, the war is upon us..." As Zouthias walks through the portal and disappears, a lizard-like man walks into the open. He stands at 10 feet tall and is very broad. The lizard man is dressed in thick plate armor and carries a flat slab of metal; the creatures weapon is sharp, long, and has a hooking spike branching out from the tip.

Serouth stands, bleeding heavily from his punctured right side and several scattered lacerations. He clenches his teeth but blood seeps from his mouth; Serouth then falls to his knees, his vision starts to blur. Serouth sees the immense lizard man walk forward, its lumbering stance shows its impatience. As the large blur walks to his side Serouth knows that his passing with not be peaceful; as the creature raises its massive sword with both hands it hears rapid steps come from behind. The lizard man spins quickly, swinging the massive sword like a spinning top. The fast figure dodges right below the sword and tackles the large creature, sending it flying backwards a hundred yards. Serouth saw a blurred figure that had violet fire being emitted from its eyes. Serouth tries to speak but blood rushes through his lungs and rushes through his side wound. Serouth falls into the pool of his blood as the creature before him looks at him with a disturbed sadness.

The figure that rushed to Serouth's aid was Dranith, he had gone berserk from seeing the dragons attack against his father. Now with the portal closed, Dranith directed his fury against his fathers would-be executioner. As the lizard man stood it saw Dranith and looked surprised, it speaks to Dranith in the Draconic dialect, "Wait! You and I are the same. I am a Dragonborne, we are like...brothers." The dragon-like person grinned when Dranith lowered his guard and started to walk towards him with his bag. Dranith, now directly in front of the large creature, sets down his bag and pulls out a sword and an odd gun; Dranith then speaks clearly, "You know, you're half right about us being the same. Except there's only one missing thing..." Dranith takes his sword and sinks it into the creatures chest, "I'm not a ignorant fool!" Dranith took his sword out of the lizard mans chest and took point blank aim with his gun and fired an onslaught of solid slugs, hundreds of rounds filled the creatures face, obliterating the entire head until it was just a bloody stump.

 Dranith then grabbed the bag and walked over to his fathers body, he proformed a prayer and then moved on. Dranith took his equipment and moved on, always hiding himself under his cloak and traveling to the largest capitals in any friendly territory. Dranith looked into every arcane source of information and history on dragons, including the Draconic Era; after five years of research and gathering information Dranith found no information as to why the dragons would attack so precisely. Soon after his next night spent at the local inn, Dranith was visited int his dreams by Merithius, God-Dragon of the Sun and creator of the Celestial realms. Merithius told Dranith that the power of the Zouthias had over-extended its proper boundaries; as the Nexras Clan leader, Zouthias had certain responsabilities to his race which he neglected. He took advantage of the 'calm before the storm' and struck at the strongest clan of them all. He launched a surprise attack on the Vorkuth Clan, assassinating the leader with his own talons and allowing the rest of his followers to slaughter the other Vorkuths.

Merithius told Dranith that the only way that he could bring balance back to the masters of the arcane world is to regain Vorkuroth, the mountain kingdom of the Vorkuth Clan. Named after late clan leader Ysien (E-see-en) Vorkuth, The God-Dragon of the Frozen Tundras. Merithius also mentioned that in Vorkuroth lies Marrowbane, one of the only weapons that is able to slay a god. This was the weapon that was used by Zouthias to slay Ysien, the only way to use the weapon is to have had a blood relative be slain by it. Zouthias was only able to use it because during the Draconic Era, a fool used the sword to slay Zouthias' comrade. Since Zouthias used the sword on Ysien he was unable to so much as lift the sword, so since Zouthias knew the requirements of this weapon he ordered his entire clan to hunt down the rest of the Vorkuth Clan so that he would be able to lift the sword once again. Dranith, deciphering Merithius' dizzying historic knowledge, discovers that he is the son of the Ysien! Merithius clarifys that Dranith cannot fill the void left by his father until he restores the clan to its rightful position of power.

Merithius starts to leave Draniths mind but gives one last warning, "Your way of life is over, the Clan Wars have begun....and if you don't inherit the powers of your father and stop Zouthias, he will have you slain and take the sword. Zouthias will gain more power than mortal creatures should ever obtain and he will slay me. In doing so will give him sole power over all arcana.....in all of our realms. With this power he won't require Marrowbane to slay the other gods. With this power......he could destroy all the realms! Every living creature is counting on you Dranith, whether they know it or not."

After Merithius leaves Draniths mind he awakes in a cold sweat, now knowing his purpose Dranith prepares himself for any adventure that may come at him. For all adventures from here on forward are just challenges in his mind, challenges to make him stronger and allow him to retake Vorkuroth.

Dranith Vorkuth the Half-Dragon Abilities include: Amplified strength (lift up to 400,000 lbs.), Enhanced Running Speed (175 mph), Fast Flight w/Wings (Super Sonic Speeds, 2,250 mph+), Master Swordsmanship (Uses Marrowbane at the end, a sword made from the bones of a past Dragon-God, the name has been lost, pre-dating the creation of arcana), Rifaust (A handheld double-rotating-gatling-barreled handgun that fires heavy shotgun slugs at assault rifle fire-rates, this weapon is a top-class gun that mixes human enginuity with arcana, this weapon never requires a reload but does require a cooldown of 30 seconds after 10 minutes of consecutive use, this weapon also fires two rounds each time it is fired, one from the outter rotating barrels and one from the inner rotating barrels.), Draconic Magic (Allows Dranith to use his Silver Dragon heritage innate abilities of Ice and Water to be used.), Dragon's Breath (shoots widespread destruction using Ice and occasionally Fire),  Draconic Rage (Draniths eyes flare up with violet flame as his inner killer instincts are pushed to the limit, he loses self-control but can teleport, move at super sonic speeds on land and is able to tear apart others with his bare hands), Wings (uses wings to either swipe at enemies with blade-like slashes or use them to stir up gusts and tornados).

Physical Summary: Height: 7'1, Weight: 350lbs. ,   Eye Color: Violet ,   Build: Broad & Athletic , Hair: Silver, Long, Straight  ,  Attire: Layered Leather, Scale Armor, Cloth, Black Cloak, Black Hood, Metal Greaves, Black Leather Fingerless Gloves.