Username: Dragoncita
Name: Dur'kiir
In draconic, name means; Curse - Child
Age: Appears to be in his late 30's
Actual Age - Somewhere in his 16,000's
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, little to no interest in anyone though
Species: Doom Dragonkin
Powers/Abilities: Extremely destructive capabilities, dragon form
Bio/History: On the day he was born, the boy was considered a foreboding omen, hence how he got his name; Dur'kiir, 'Curse Child'. Dur was actually an 'accident', having not suppose to even happen, but when your mother, a human, was trying to make a living on the streets of a kingdom, it was no surprise it would attract unsavory individuals. His father, wherever he may be, is believed to be a Doom Dragon, beasts that have been banished from the world to a remote island.
Either way, Dur'kiir grew up in a poor household, forced to stay inside while his mother continued to try and provide for them. She did not want anyone to know of her son, a devil-looking curse that should've died…
Eventually, he was found by a member of the Adventurer's Guild. His 'mother' had been suspected of theft, as well as holding illegal equipment. There, they found a malnourished, nearly dead dragonkin child; Dur'kiir. Despite sensing what kind of Dragonkin he was, the member took the child under their wing, bringing him back from the brink of death.
Since then, the boy swore his duty to the man that provided what a child needed; love and care. This lasted several years, eventually Dur himself growing old enough to join the Guild. From there, he expanded his skills, making a name for himself. Despite such a rough upbringing, as well as his nature, the Dragonkin made a party, consisting of five members altogether.
It was this very group that managed to bring down the very beast that threatened the world they lived in, threatening to destroy everything. Dur'kiir was the one to lead his party forward, destroying the Black Dread that nearly wiped out his entire party. Only one member didn't make it, the rest managing to survive the ordeal.
Now, some hundred years later, Dur'kiir has retired from the Adventuring Business, the fellow members of his old party dispersing.
Other Info: Completely blind in left eye, a jagged scar running across it. The horn on the left side of his head is partially cracked, tied with the old wound/scar
In his old party, Dur'kiir's role was being a tank. He could take the damage and dish it right back out at the enemy. Considering his older age now and past wounds causing random pain at times, he may find trouble with being a tank in this present time
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