"You won't find Drakators debating how they came to be, or from where. The scholars and high born speak within their gilded temples and decorated halls, they speak of our ancestors. Giant, cosmic, powerful beings that transcended space and galaxies, said to be born of vast melting pots of energy and raw power deep within the universe. Lik falling stars, the gods eventually landing on the planet Gaytors now call home. They would go on to bond and craft the godlings that would help re-shape the budding planet they had found. Controlling the magic and elements, the godlings in turn would go on to create the first bloodlines. Each ruling Godling was the first of their lineage and thus would go on to give that bloodline a gift. The godlings deemed that any Drakator could serve their lords, but only the purest of Drakators had right to rule, for they would be truest of intent. The gods then prophesied the end of the species, should the unfit rule and be allowed to do so, and that the godlings would turn from their children should they fall to the trap.

The first of us turned from our lords and kept the words we had been given to heart, but our kin obsessed with the purity of bloodlines and families. Only hinging on the physical aspect of what the godlings had told them and idolizing the physical over the soul. They tossed aside what the Godlings had told us, and over time they forgot the gods and godlings in their own selfish quests. Through this a plague spread, killing swiftly, without mercy, and without concern or prejudice. All were affected and soon the remaining few scattered out of colonized areas and out to the wilds. That would mark the end of the First Age....

What resulted was almost mass extinction of the race through poisoned or heavily inbred bloodlines. Disease and mutations (the bad kind) ran rife through those meager amounts of roaming kin. Then came the wanderer in the dusts, a sole drakator who was said to be of a new bloodline, he was said to be a "mutant", but of what, is unknown. Mysterious but true, he would lead the remaining royals and common-born to a new age and the founding of a new beginning and teach them the folly of their ways.

He would bring forth the master city of "insert name pertaining to light or realization or grandeur here", A place where all the clans held lands and would have equal say in courts and laws. Guilds were made to represent certain ideals and would also hold sway with the clan leaders and would represent the common born even among the royals. The wanderer brought prosperity, technology, and light to dark and empty times. Prosperity would rule over their kind for almost a millennia, and then came war. Not from outside, but from within. This would be the end of the Second Age....

Then came "the fall" of the species, through their own misjudgment, they would fight amongst themselves in all out war. All resulting magic pollution, radiation and so forth would effect the remaining two sets of divided gaytors who survive the horrors of such a thing.... These two subsets would not go on to form official realized clans, but more like banded together out of necessity. Sadly, it would only further broaden the divide between nobility and "moggies" (peasant - blood basically) Moggies were left to the elements above ground, mutating and changing with the creatures that survived and grew through the wars. Those who've been born of their bloodlines are pretty obvious to homelanders and are mocked or taunted by those perceived are purer or more "noble". The royals would go on tohide underground, repeating the same errors are their First Age Brethren. They became much more sickly and were made of mostly sibling pairings. They ended up learning to live on pure arcane energy they found in veins underground, keeping with occult knowledge, but their bloodline suffering heavily from hiding underground for thousands of years, but the sicknesses they endured was a trade off, for their magical abilities became immense. These two bloodlines are present now, but in diluted variations. They are "pseudo" clans and make up small cults more so than actual "clans, they can be found within any other clans. They will share attributes (in their purest forms) and are rare, they will also be sickly in some way or not as physically perfect.

Now the lands have mostly healed, the drakators are rediscovering their own history among the rubble, rebuilding themselves, and rediscovering the magic held dormant within their species over the last several thousand years of hiding and simply surviving.

[THIS IS WHERE YOUR CHARACTER COMES IN]: It's now the dawning of the new age, the 4th age, and the supposed 7th son of the Dust wanderer rules over a roughly reunited citadel. Many gaytors are slowly trickling into the ancient capital city as word spreads that a king has come to reclaim the throne and it no longer sits empty of it's lord. But as more funnel into the crumbling remains of the once great citie's corpse, tensions continue to creep. Fights break out and gaytors are discovering a myriad of strange new traits among their own.