Dumorc
(#46597922)
"I should've set fire to you when I first saw you."
Zorect
Death Seeker
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
25.77 m
Wingspan
19.38 m
Weight
5848.58 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Savannah
Savannah
Obsidian
Trail
Trail
Obsidian
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 13 Imperial
EXP: 3624 / 45676
STR
60
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
27
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
| ________ |
. Though he is the leader and mastermind behind Morcsbury, Dumorc himself hardly reflects this. The Imperial acts more like a small town thug than anything, clearly a shady and foul-mouthed individual but lacking the intimidation factor. However, he's a natural-born leader. He didn't make his wealth because he was the strongest, but because he was the smartest, using his silver tongue to arrange his puzzle board into a seamless picture. However, Dumorc's flaws outweigh his skills. For all his intelligence, he is ruled by his impulses and vices, often throwing out long-term plans in favor of short-term gratification. His control over his words is fickle at best, and often he'll unthinkingly snap with a witty retort or snide comment at the first opportunity (often to his detriment). He is prone to bouts of anger and possessiveness, caging whatever and whoever he considers his for days. Despite this, he's ultimately harmless most of the time. ______notes. . »x role // kingpin »x pronouns // he / him »x traits // paranoid; impulsive; possessive; »x you wouldn't think it, but he knows a lot of big words ______relations. . »x 'friend' // dents »x relation // kambu | __ |
 ______________________________ There was ꜰɪʀᴇ around us xx— The touch of his ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ xx— were as cold as his ｅｙｅｓ So don't you tell me xx— we weren't 𝒽𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 The 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝 was so small xx— I didn't understand He ｃｕｔ our thumbs xx— && placed a feather in our hands Told us we would see xx— all our dreams && plans .u n f o l d Our 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 we have sold For ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅꜱ && ɢᴏʟᴅ xxBut hey, baby, take a look xxWe have it all _______— we have it all // pim stones |
| ________________ |
No one is certain where or when Dumorc was born, not even the old dragon himself. Whenever asked, his story is always different from the last retelling, from being born in a royal court, ready to serve his kingdom, to hatching in an abandoned wheelbarrow by a pub. All stories have a few consistencies though, like drinking at a young age, an absent mother, a less than ideal father, and running away after some event that kicked off his life of crime. What is known is that Dumorc had a mentor who taught him to be effective with his inborn cruelty. The undersized Imperial took to these lessons like a fish to water and applied them to nearly all aspects of his life, never allowing any of his pawns to see him as anything more than a demon in the form of a dragon. He, with the power bestowed on him by this king of the Tangled Wood’s dark underbelly, ordered massacres and manipulated political leaders in bold and flashy ways to carve out his own name in the stone where other figures of history lay remembered. It was his desire to remain in public memory for eternity, against the advice of his teacher, who continuously urged him to use his anonymity to his advantage. It was during these first moves he made as a leader when his teacher fell ill and died. There was a private ceremony to respect his passing, only attended by those that knew him in life. Dumorc did not attend. Instead he remembered him in his own way, strolling into the lavish home the old dragon left behind and scouring every nook and cranny for whatever secrets he’d hidden. Things began to move quickly. Dumorc spread his empire’s influence, ordering some of the stronger gangs within his grasp to bring others into the fold or dispose of them. Knowledge of the old ruler’s death hadn’t yet spread and he worked against the clock to find a way to maintain power before the vacuum was noticed. The Imperial wasn’t strong. He wasn’t especially large. The wealth he had in his possession could easily be taken away and he had no one loyal to him, only to his position. So he struck a deal. His soul for the promise of success. And it worked. No one challenged him. The ones who did found their ends on their own and rumors spread. Dumorc said nothing. (Though not for secrecy. The details of the contract are lost on the elder dragon. He'd been heavily inebriated at the time, leaving him with only impressions of what he'd done. He does his best to forget it and the sense of dread that follows.) He now enjoys a 'lavish' lifestyle in his new base of operations, within a mound surrounded by brambles that he christened Morcsbury. Valuables that previously belonged to his mentor are now within the chambers of the mound, along with enough drink to medicate the whole Tangled Woods. Surrounded by such vice, Dumorc’s previous edge dulled as he delegated tasks to his trusted underlings in favor of indulgence. No longer is he a king in his prime. Instead he's almost cartoonishly villainous these days, though he can revert to his old ways given the right opportunity. | ______________ |
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