Eryx Thorne

Biographical information

Birthplace Thagretis Born Died Age 20s Home Thagretis Sexuality Bisexual Pronouns

Physical description

Race Draconian humanoid Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'5 Mass big boi Hair color Eye color jet black, no pupils Skin color

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Thagreti Dragon Knight Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

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Eryx Thorne was born into expectation. Scion of the esteemed House Thorne, his fate was shaped long before he could wield a blade. From early childhood, he was groomed for service within the Draconic Army of Thagretis, trained with the quiet certainty that his blood, discipline, and devotion marked him for the honored path of a Dragon Knight. His mother, a devoted priestess of Thykla Palace, reinforced this destiny.

That certainty shattered with the awakening of Drakormir. The return of the Dragon-God upended everything Thagretis believed about its divine protector. The god’s subsequent slaying sent shockwaves through the city’s faith, its politics, and the sacred traditions that had endured for centuries.

Eryx was among the last candidates permitted to undergo the Elder Blood Ritual. The rite is merciless: prospects are required to drink the blood of the ancient elder dragon and endure a series of brutal trials meant to break body and spirit alike. Most perished. Those who survived were changed forever. Eryx endured.

Bound by oath and blood, Eryx Thorne emerged as one of the last of his kind. With the Dragon Knights barreling towards extinction and the gods silent, he swore a final, unyielding vow: to protect Thagretis at all costs. Not the clergy alone. Not the throne. But the city itself, its people, its walls, and its future, so long as he yet draws breath.

The Elder Blood did not leave Eryx unmarked. Scales like burnished stone trace along his limbs. Hard, draconic plates that surface where the ritual burned deepest into his flesh. His eyes, once human, now shine with a vibrant, predatory gleam, unmistakably draconic in nature.

The blood rendered him impervious to extremes of heat and cold, a body tempered as if forged rather than born. Through it, Eryx may call upon draconic magic, a volatile force drawn directly from the elder blood within him. Such power is devastating when unleashed, capable of terrible destruction, but it remains unpredictable, demanding absolute discipline. Until mastered, it is as likely to harm the wielder as the foe.

The gift of the dragon is not gentle. It endures, it scars, and it demands control and payment.

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