Ren is a dragon who dwells in an undisclosed cave on earth. He spends most of his time sleeping and helping the monsters who have invaded his cave and proclaimed him the demon lord.
He has no clue what they're talking about...but he's more than happy to help them out every now and then.
He thinks about his wife (who has yet to be drawn) that has long since past, every now and then they bring him something that reminds him of her. He may not show it, but he enjoys their company and devotion they show him.
A dragon living out his eternal life in a cave far from society. He spends his days being called a demon lord by the monsters who stumbled across him and sworn their servitude.
One day a female warrior stumbles across his large abode and through minor inconveniences and mild annoyances she challenges him daily swearing that she'll defeat the evil lord of this mountain (for a handsome prize obviously). Through her determination and consistency, Ren and this dragon slayer have developed feelings for eachother.
Throughout her short lived life they formed a bond that Ren believed was impossible. They laughed, she told her stories of adventuring, how she loves tapestry and makes one for every region she visits to mark her adventures. She hoped to tell her future children about her bravery and heroic tales. As well as she shared her love for lemon pudding, Ren hated it but ate it because it was her favorite.
Decades passed and her life span came to an end. Broken and devasted Ren curled himself up in all her tapestries he could find, and set himself to what he believed would be his eternal slumber. He thought he prepared himself for this moment, but in the end, he couldn't live without her.....
Centuries passed and although still wounded he makes an effort to the monsters that look up to him to return to what he once was. They say time heals old wounds but everywhere he goes he finds something that reminds him or her and before he knows is a small grin comes across his melancholy face.
He keeps himself presentable, wears their rings, and carries around her sword; even though he has no use for it. As well as drapes himself in tapestries that she once deered beloved.The monsters bring him colorful pebbles she used to remark at.
"I miss you dearly my beloved...more than you know..."
- His Wife
- Her love of tapistries she left behind
- Colorful pebbles
- Spicy food
- Damp clothes
- Lack of sleep
- Adrenaline
- Sleeping on hard floors
- Lemon pudding
Lillian:
She was with the bubbly thing, though she was snippy, she did not talk much. In a way she reminded me of my wife when she got angry...but then again everything reminds me of my wife
Netalia:
A bubbly little thing that passed by my cave. Its been a while since I've seen another humanoid creature from the surface but it was a pleasant surprise. In a way she reminded me of my wife...but then again everything reminds me of my wife.
- His tail is fluffy.
- The tapistry that he wears can change in style but please keep the aesthetic.
- He likes to wear baggy clothing
- He wears a wedding band from his late wife
- The sword he carries is from his late wife, he only puts it down when he's sleeping.
- His horns are smooth to the touch
