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Volcan Profile
Written By DreamDragon

Name: Volcan



Species: Dragon



Age: Unknown, however there is speculation that Volcan has been around since Mistica's birth.



Gender: Male



Coloration: His body is mostly orange with yellow hi-lights. His belly has swirling orange and yellow that looks like fire. He also has black tribal-like markings and black hair that runs down his neck.



Habitat: Inside of a volcano in the Inferno Terrain.



Occupation (if applicable): Sending Mistica's inhabitants on quests.



Past: Not much is known about Volcan's past. He refuses to speak about it. The only way to get any sort of insight is to read through his journal, which is an extremely rare and valuable piece of writing. While compiling this encyclopedia, so to speak, the research team found several charred pages from his treasured journal lying on the volcano floor. This is what they said:



'I often ask myself how I came to be a dragon that hides in a volcano, and I keep coming back to the same answer: humans! I have watched from afar as they build great civilizations and tear them to pieces, only to build greater kingdoms to destroy. Oh, humans. They are able to be both the most inventive and most destructive creatures in this world. However, they seem to be more aware of this peculiar trait of theirs in their recent epochs. If it was not for these creatures, I would be living freely outside and my lost brother Calder would still be with me.



I cannot say that I have respect for these creatures that make wars among themselves for what seems no reason at all. My brother, myself, and the rest of my kind found out in the worst way that humans refuse to accept something different from what they know. The Dark Ages, as they call those bitter years of my life, gave us that sad realization. Humans destroy what they do not understand, and they do not do it to other species alone. They will make wars over something they call religion and culture. Our species, however, has suffered the hardest blow next to our equine friends the unicorns. During the humans' Dark Ages, a terrible epidemic hit them. Most of their population died from this awful sickness, and they started to become desperate for a cure... And a scapegoat.



The humans were already angry with our kind. We would use their sheep and cattle for food when our own prey was scarce. They had seen us, and inferred correctly that we possessed magic. However, our magic was not the type to cure disease, and we had tried to make this clear when the select few brave ones would seek us to inquire. They were so desperate for relief that it seemed that our words and advice fell on deaf ears. Those few that had sought us out returned to their stricken villages and sent their warriors out to collect our horns, teeth and scales. What were we to do? Some defended themselves as a last resort for they did not want to cause hurt among the humans but felt there was no choice. Humans just did not understand that we could not help them, and we suffered for it.



The majority of us took to hiding and only ventured out when we were starving. Unfortunately, this made us weak when we did happen to come across humans. Calder waited until he could hardly pull himself out of hiding. I had advised him not go out, that I would retrieve him some food. Calder insisted[b] that he go by himself, and I reluctantly let him go. I would come to regret [b]that for the rest of my days.



Calder had been gone much longer than was normal for a food search, so I took to looking for him. I was hoping against hope that he was merely waiting for a safer time to return but sadly I could not have been more wrong. I saw him down in a nearby valley, well what was left of him. He was bound in long chains that he could not break in his weak state. His horns had been sawn off. Some of his beautiful azure scales were torn away, in their place were spears and arrows. His long fangs had been pulled from his jaw. He was dead.



I could not act for what seemed like ages. The shock was too much, my mind had shut down so I could not feel the pain in that moment. What I did feel was rage; an unquenchable fury that started in my gut and flowed through my veins with a painful fire. I immediately flew towards the nearest ill-fated village and let the flames inside me bellow forth with a force that knocked huts and buildings to the ground while they burned. I razed many similar towns and villages to the ground with the same degree of devastation.



I regret that day, not only for letting Calder go out on his own, but also for letting my anger destroy people that were desperate.'



Present: Today, Volcan sends people and other being on quests for him. In return, he pays them with rare items and other such things. It seems, from reading this entry from his journal, that he is, in his own way, trying to relieve himself of the guilt of his past. We may never know unless he speaks to us directly.

Comments

Written By Thor

Huh. Interesting backstory, and I'm surprised I didn't read this before. I always liked Volcan. A bit too tragic, but, eh. Its good overall~

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