"King" Marcolac the "Mighty"
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Profile
Basics
Likes
- Warmth
- Power/The feeling of it
- Flames, and the cheery way they move
Dislikes
- Himself
- His life
- Humans
- Gold
Relationships
- (None yet)
Powers/Abilities
- Poor sense of smell, but excellent vision. Can see colour at night.
- Weak fire-breathing ability. Fire is green and is not extinguished on contact with water.
- Burning material in his presence smoulders for a lot longer than it naturally would; even without the presence of fuel or oxygen.
- Can get airborne very quickly, like pigeons, but mediocre flying ability otherwise.
- Large singular claws sheathed in his forearms, used for digging and fighting.
About
Marcolac is weak, cowardly, with a penchant for self-aggrandization.
He has lost every contest and challenge for territory he's ever participated in, and so has been harried and excluded to the most undesirable lands: those closest to human cities.
When first settling his lair, he boomed and roared and made much ado; hoping that humans would leave him alone in fear and awe. Instead: they sent diplomats, ambassadors, men under banners of truce and peace.
He could not still his lying tongue, and desperate for respect not granted to him by his peers he declared himself to be the King of Dragons, come to human lands on a mission of diplomacy between man- and dragon-kind. Marcolac was welcomed into their cities, given land and grand castles.
Other dragons force him to continue his charade, and he is the matter of widespread draconic ridicule. They make him dress up in ridiculous human effects even in his dragon form, never leave human territory, participate in "politics" and "royalty" (dragons having no such thing).
His claws are dull and blunt; worn down from walking on flagstones. He has no lair - being forced to live amongst humans in their structures - and no hoard of his own. He has been given gold and jewels, but a hoard is taken! Not gifted.
Had he the strength and fortitude to work towards his happiness, as a swamp dragon he would live in a lair of smouldering peat, his hoard a collection of will-o-wisps. Alas, Marcolac's situation is one of his own making.
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