Arcadius Arianeyll

Name: Arcadius Arianeyll
     Nicknames: Arc
Age: Honestly old af but a dragon so who cares
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon [Silver]
Height: 6'
Class: Dragon
      Weapon: --
Role: 'Antagonist'
Appears In: --

Base Stats:
   0 = Average
   1 = Above Average
   2 = Trained
   3 = Experienced
   4 = Proficient
   5 = Masterful

Str: --
Int: --
Vit: --
Dex: --
Wis: --
Cha: --

Who needs stats when ur a powerful dragon god gtfo

Personal:

Personality traits:
Abrasive - Arrogant - Conceited - Greedy - Lazy - Narcissistic - Charismatic - Loyal - Sophisticated (at least that's what he tells himself) - Vengeful  

Arc believes himself to be no less than he was a few hundred years ago. that of all beings, he's a mighty and powerful dragon worthy of worship, and this pigheadedness hasn't gone away through his imprisonment. if anything, he spent that time plotting revenge and pitying himself- He carries himself with a grace and pride that could only be found in someone like him. That is, someone so full of themselves that he doesn't realise that his days of glory are long gone-
 Arc doesn't really like to do much, a lot of his time is spent lounging around and demanding food be brought to him and the like. he's also incredibly pushy for the simple reason of him not actually wanting to get up and do shit for himself, thinking it easier to call for someone else to do it. Except for when they don't do it, in which case forcing him to do things himself, but he can get incredibly annoyed-- For the most part he's a lot like a glorified house cat. I wouldn't be surprised if he just knocked shit over because he was bored dkja;ldk
However he's also incredibly persistent when he wants someone to do something, or wants attention. It's strange to him that nobody is over here fawning over him when clearly he is mighty and glorious! 

Likes:
 - Being fed
 - Sleeping
 - Honestly prefers meat, but fruit is good give him that
 - Silks and nice fabrics
 - Anything shiny and valuable
 - Warm

Dislikes:
 - Cats
 - Vegetables are boring as hell go away
 - Staying inside all day
      Most of the day is okay, but ALL of it?
 - His hair getting tangled, so he brushes it often
 - Someone insulting him or is wonderfulness
 - 
 

Hobbies: People-watching (what funny little mortals),
Habits: Digs his nails into his palms when he's mad
Priorities: Himself
Dreams/Goals: To rebuild his empire, of course!!
Beliefs(religious): Why should he bow to a god?
Motivation: Food motivates him pretty well.
Fears: Being imprisoned once again.
Insecurities:  ?? he's great?? 
Strengths: --
Weaknesses: --

Alignment: Lawful evil [Prior] - Chaotic neutral [Current]
Tropes: 

Talents: 
Abilities:
Magic(?): He's a dragon and is proficient in magic, Air/Lightning specifically.
Combat Skills: The majority of Arc's power was sealed away when he was, so f

Social:

Residence (Past):
Residence (Current): --
Social Status: literally a god [Past], ???? [Current}
Reputation: BAD
Education: Was intelligent and wise as can be for his time
Titles: Stormbringer [Past], Silver Scourge
Occupation: uhm dragon??

          Relationships:

Parents: Some long-dead or otherwise gone silver dragons
Siblings: --
Children: Honestly w h o k n o w s??
Friends: --
Best Friend(s): --
Acquaintances: --
Pets: --

Enemies: Literally everyone who had ever helped imprison him and their descendants  
Frenemies: --
It’s Complicated: --

          Romance:

Orientation: ???
Relationship status: --
Significant other:--
Love Interest(s): --
Faithful(?): --
Turn-ons(non sexual): --
Turn-offs(non sexual): --
Turn-ons(sexual): --
Turn-offs(sexual): --

          Specific:

      Mayamrys Quellamore [ Enemy ] - G o a w a y -
 Of all the- Of course, the Princess of Dragons had to become aware of his awakening! Not that it made much of a difference in his situation. It's simply a bother when she would make fun of him for having to follow the orders of a little human. He doesn't need her poking around, trying to get Titus to imprison him again. Though she seems to be having trouble finding the ritual, so there's that. not that Titus would imprison him again right??

Biography:

Arcadius Arieneyll, the Grand Silver Dragon. Stormbringer and High Guardian. He was once spoken about in high esteem. Once, long ago he served as a guardian for the lands surrounding him. A creature of pure intent and wisdom. He never once sought ill will with anyone, gracious to be given the respect he had held. He made his home atop a mountain, overlooking the surrounding lands to ward off trouble and keep out intruders. There was a genuine care for people and the families that lived near him. Every now and then, the humans below would venture to seek his counsel, and gladly, humbly he would give it. 

Change came when trouble was sensed from over the hills. The valley below had few defences and few means of protecting themselves. They were prosperous sure, but this meant that they never had the need for violence. Diplomacy or trade often did the trick just fine. But not this time. Arcadius swooped down into the battle, barring the intruders from those he had grown fond. He was mighty, he was powerful, enough to drive the hostile attack off, leaving peace to reign once again. The people celebrated him, and though he took it in stride, Arcadius had to admit, it was nice to be appreciated so clearly.

Things escalated from there. The people began bringing him gifts. It had started as an offering of riches and fruit maybe once a year. Thanking the beast on the mountain for his wisdom and protection. He accepted, baffled at first but felt appreciated nonetheless. This exchange continued. Arc swooping to their aid whenever they needed it, and they would reciprocate appropriately. However as the years went on, the people seemed to have created their own stories. How the great Dragon was no less than a god sent to protect them, and how he fought off seven armies in the past. Truly without Arcadius, the valley would not be as it is today. They worshipped him as a god, treated him as if he were a higher being than themselves and worthy of the highest of respect. This amused the dragon, of course. But perhaps, bit by bit, he began to believe them. He soon figured out that he could ask things of them, and they would comply. That shiny decoration in town? by all means, it's his! That fresh cart of fruit? Take it! They were all too eager to please their guardian. 

Arcadius truly was something special. And the dragon himself had begun to believe it. There's no ill will in the pure heart of a Silver dragon. So of course as his demands grew. the people only believed it was earned and deserved. and those who thought otherwise were chastised for so much as thinking so! Years passed, and things grew grim. Arcadius was celebrated as a king, a god. Everything he desired, food, riches, a palace built just for him, the pleasures of the flesh. Everything he wanted, he got. The valley was built on his protection, after all. What wrong could he do? What desire could he have that's so heinous as to undermine all he has done? 
There wasn't one. At least he believed so. The people believed so. But there were others who could disagree. The silver dragon grew greedy. He ruled over the people, threatening to leave if they did not listen to him, if they did not amuse him. Everything had to be perfect, everything had to be his.

But truly. Arc was a powerful dragon. The strength to defend a valley could not be contained so easily. and while the Silver dragon grew mad with his own power, there were those who sought his demise. Who else could take down a dragon, but another dragon? Elysban, Grand Priestess of the dragons could not stand by as she heard of the wyrm's heinous deeds. Not only was he disgracing their people, but he was harming his own memory as well. how could it be that a Dragon like him could succumb so easily to his desires? It was such... a mortal flaw.

WIP BECAUSE IM AFRAID IF I LEAVE IT'LL GET DELEATED SO I'M JUST POSTING IT TO CONDINTU LATER



 

Extra:

Theme: Two Steps From Hell - Sariel

Trivia:

• Okay but this bitch probably walks around the house in nothing but a robe way too often