saga
soundofsalem
Profile
SAGA [NO LAST NAME GIVEN]
•7'3
•He/him
•Gentle giant
•Defender of his village
•Soft, despite rough exterior
•Gentle and caring
•Awkward, often comes off as scary
__STORY__
Saga was a normal young man living in a distant village with his family and friends, where he enjoyed a mostly casual life. Despite this, the village had many enemies- being in a forest with many different creatures, friendly and evil. This caused many fights, larger battles, and deaths.
Saga was always on the front lines to defend his village, he put himself at risk time and time again and became a valiant warrior. He didn't like fighting, but he was a kind soul who always wanted to keep the people he cared about, safe.
The village prayed to a god called Zenith, who took the form of a dragon, and who was said to protect the village from harm. But as they continued to fall under attack and lose their people, many citizens' faith in their once beloved god began to wean.
However, Saga's faith continued- knowing that the hardships that may come were all Zenith's plan... he hoped at least.
One day- during a hard battle against the elves of the forest (who believed the village was encroaching on their land), Saga thought it was over. He had been struck in the chest by a blade, and was left on the grass in a pool of his own blood. His vision faded.
And then- he woke up. In a dream-scape like reality, he was pulled from his death- face to face with Zenith. For his good deeds and determination to protect and defend his village, Zenith gave him a blessing. He took on a draconic shape, much more powerful and sturdy than he had been- a large, brooding humanoid dragon- a form that could easily defend his people.
When he was sent back to reality with his new form, this blessing turned out to be a curse.
After Saga had scared away the remaining elves, his village erupted in chaos- screams of terror, torches, yells of anger. He was quickly banished for being this 'freak of nature', this terrifying beast- and he was so scared, he hardly knew how to use these massive wings- trying to fly away as his own people turned on him with swords and screams. Eventually he was able to take off and retreat.
Now, Saga lives in solitude on a mountain overlooking his old village. He still defends them from afar, during the night so no one sees him, he bats back their enemies and fights for them... he misses them. A lot.
EXTRA:
He'd come to reluctant terms with a lonely life on the mountain when a new string of attacks on his village popped up, some mischievous winged demon popping up out of nowhere to terrorize his people. He was a little menace to deal with, but for some reason his advances seemed more like some planned scheme on him than real malicious intent. As much as he hated to admit it, their back and forths even slowly became endearing.
Patrolling one evening, looking for one such demon, an arrow pierced the web of his wing and he found himself crashing down from the sky. The fall was hard despite his thick skin, he fell to the earth in a groaning mess of wings and limbs. Even the hardest fall; he must have lost consciousness for a while because he was very surprised to open his eyes to a girl watching over him.
It took a while to get accustomed to each other- especially hearing she was the one that shot him. Still, he's a forgiving dragon- and she wanted to take care of him. He was still a beast even without his wings but he'd never been good at healing or medicine, so he let her. He still took care of his village but, life on her little farm was... very pleasant. Until some familiar demon came crashing in to find him.... it was nice to have him around, too.
