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You've seen dragon parents, now for dragon son.
Height: 6’2” (1.88m)
Age: 33 (current incarnation)
Abilities: Reincarnation, Death Empowerment, Divinity
Occupation: Divine Prince; Part-Time Assassin
Appearance
No one remarkable stands before you. He’s just another face in the crowd. Sure, he’s a dragon, a proud creature of regal strength, imposing authority, and every other majestic/masturbatory descriptor that comes attached with the species. But there’s nothing exceptional about him. He’s just over six feet tall, hardly acceptable for his kind. Don’t mind the eyes; the glow is normal. Or the fact that he hasn’t slept a wink in weeks. And could spend hours talking about one of his lives hundreds of years ago in an empire on the other side of the world where nobody truly dies, ruled by towering gods who would one day be his parents. That’s normal. Right?
History
It would be an effortless task for Kuzen and Yajj to dominate the globe one trampled continent at a time. It would also leave their homeland vulnerable to military retaliation, seething revenge from a planet of swarming insects all mad and gunning for the titans’ domain after their sprawling cities had been stomped into miles-wide craters. The tickle of ICBMs and buzzing clouds of harmless supersonic jet fighters, minor irritants at worst, spell death from above for a people who only know peace. Tanks smaller than motes of dust and infantry so minuscule as to be invisible to the dragons’ eyes would bring ruin to their empire. Neither could bear the thought of staying behind to babysit the realm while the other had all the fun of subjugation without their cherished mate by their side. So a bold strategy was hatched – they had a child, and gave him one purpose for existence: defend the homeland and protect their people while mother and father conquered the world. Thus Traes entered his next life with his path set in stone. All the better, for Kuzen and Yajj had far better things to do with their limitless time than raise a child.
But he was their child – it wouldn’t do for their godly progeny to mingle with the masses he would one day defend with his life. Guidance from the gods and millennia of unbroken harmony had transformed the clannish nomads of the steppes, once united in their mutual hostility and eagerness to slaughter each other and outsiders alike in the name of clan and conquest, into a unified collective, a single great organism that shared one goal and acted with one mind. Though utterly devoted to their gods, the people only understood spiritual bliss and the purity of freedom from the shackles of impermanence. All was done for the greater good, to keep society, the body, alive and functioning. They harbored no ambitions, coveted no secret desires of their own, and possessed no aims but to seek enlightenment and satisfy the many. The many was everything; the selfish needs of the individual were self-seeking spasms of the ego. Traes needed to be autonomous, not another drone. What did they know of individuality? What could the ant teach the dragon?
So in the palace he stayed, save to be trotted out every so often to follow in his parents’ vast shadows and attend their sermons while thousands of worshippers swarmed their feet to bask in reverent awe. Save for a handful of retainers and elder monks permitted to serve and instruct Traes on spiritual matters, no other interaction with mortals was tolerated. And that was life – palace, servants, and sermons – for twenty years, until Kuzen and Yajj abruptly cast him out from home and homeland.
He must be tempered, was their reason. His power must be honed to fulfill his purpose; his potential would not be squandered growing fat off the comforts of home. They wouldn’t train him themselves, of course. Ruling an empire that knew no internal strife, faced zero external threats, and essentially ran itself was busy work. Extolling the virtues of liberation from the secret fear of death and sending hundreds to their next life with every step required their undivided attention. Others would train him instead.
Some tribes had been scattered to the wind before Kuzen and Yajj shut their burgeoning empire away from the world. Their task was to settle among the nations and observe the flow of history, then report back to their masters when circumstances demanded it. At least, in theory. Those closest to the immortal empire continued to fulfill their role. It’s hard to do otherwise when their gods could peer over miles-high mountains and see if anyone was slacking off. But for those further away, time between interactions could be measured in lifetimes. Many began deviating from their purpose – assuming cultural assimilation, plague, famine, war, or numb indifference didn’t get to them first. Their chosen group had devolved into a den of hired killers, driven by the need for money to sustain themselves – perfect for what the divine sovereigns had in mind. To motivate Traes and ensure he would never forget death, Kuzen and Yajj had given his new trainers/surrogate parents their blessings to kill him at any time, without consequence. While reincarnation would empower Traes and strengthen him for his future role, getting stabbed in the back by mortal ruffians would prove his worthlessness to his parents. No pressure. In ten years, they would return to collect him, if he still lived.
So the assassins trained him, and once their tightfisted grip on him loosened, he left and learned much about the world he was taught to fear and hate. But rather than despise and distance himself from it, he indulged in the freedom of temptation and immersed himself in material vice he had never before tasted. In ten years, he found honest work, discovered his mate, Calli, and eventually wed her. In ten years, he had slowly forgotten his purpose and his reason for being. With no one able to comprehend and direct his awesome power, nor any inclination to further enhance himself, his gifts atrophied. And then he found himself content, even happy, with mortal life and its petty struggles. Ten years have passed. Time has run out, and Kuzen and Yajj will test his worth.
Abilities
Being the offspring of two absurdly powerful divine beings, Traes, in theory, is capable of achieving the same feats as his overpowered parents. He could become an almighty god that knows no rest and craves no nourishment, swells miles tall in the blink of an eye, and molds the world beneath his feet with but a thought, turning the elements themselves into his playthings. The weight of his gaze could crush the will of any he deigns to look down upon, letting him rip the thoughts from their broken minds. And death would be a welcome means to greater power, for his next incarnation would come back stronger than ever, with all the memories of his previous lives fully intact.
Key phrase: in theory. Traes has let his power greatly diminish during his decade of “freedom” from his parents and homeland. The material world and its endless attractions and distractions has led him away from nurturing his abilities and given him few reasons to wield his incredible might. And the assassins, with their narrow portfolio of killing marked individuals with bodily gimmicks for the promise of payment, couldn’t teach him how to command godlike gifts beyond mortal comprehension.
Call Traes uninspired, or perhaps cynical, but in his experience, being a god has done very little to assist him in his day to day living. Being a god doesn’t help him make the bed, take a shower, or brush his teeth. Divine power doesn’t make grocery shopping or paying bills any easier. He can stay awake for weeks at a time, but it means nothing if he can’t spend a night in his wife’s arms. Swelling to the size of a skyscraper to save himself the misery of sitting in rush-hour traffic wouldn’t end well for anyone, or any structure, underfoot, and he’d foot the bills. Reading the minds of exhausted retail workers drowning in student loans and the misery of dashed promises of a better life thoroughly ground down by late-stage capitalism and the screeching hordes of entitled customers it spawns would only leave him a depressed shell of a dragon. Reincarnation cannot save him from taxes. And what good is molding the world to his whims when there are great games to play, and big-titty anime to watch?
But if he had the drive, the motivation, it would be trivial for him to set so many wrongs in the world right with his power. People crave guidance, control, purpose – his parents have preached that so many times – but with so many little bugs calling themselves presidents, monarchs, CEOs, pulling everyone every which way, wouldn’t it be easier to just squish them and silence their feeble squeaking, and give everyone someone far better to look up to? All it would take is a single step, trample some cities, and anyone with two brain cells would bow down and serve him. He would be no better than his parents, who subjugated their own people, and made them their worshippers millennia ago. Even if he took the path of benevolence and became the serene shepherd of mortals, he would just become what Kuzen and Yajj desire him to be. Both are fates he despises more than anything. Until another way presents itself, he and the world would be better off, he thinks, if he didn’t indulge in his powers.
Personality
Kuzen and Yajj struggle to comprehend the average person and their petty lives as the pair grew in power. Traes understands their mortal plight and shares their struggles and triumphs. His parents’ interaction with mortals begins and ends with impressing upon them the good word of death before countless tons of sole presses into them. Traes makes awkward small talk with cashiers, and spends time at home with his mate, Calli, playing games and watching anime together, or accompanying her on errands.
Despite everything he’s endured, Traes is remarkably easygoing for a deity. He is far more approachable than his father, for talking with Kuzen is like talking to a brick wall. And he is far more agreeable than Yajj, who would trample you for the sin of wasting her time. Although laid-back compared to his parents, his mother’s blood boils in his veins when he is provoked. Like Yajj, he is swift to anger and the fire of his temper runs hot when enraged, but unlike her turbulent wrath, the embers of his fury are short-lived, and the calm Traes shortly returns.
Relations
He wants nothing to do with Kuzen and Yajj, parents who see their son as nothing more than an appendage of their will. They created him for one purpose, treated him like a tool to be refined and used. He lived in a gilded cage for twenty years. No friends, no visitors, no contact with the people he was supposed to protect, until his parents kicked him out into the world he was taught to fear, handed over to killers so they could ‘improve’ him. They wanted him to see the tainted world with his own eyes, so he would understand why its many temptations must be abhorred, and why his parents must one day purge it of impurity. They wanted him to develop the power within him, the power they wielded, power they never taught him how to use. They wanted him to succeed or fail, while their pet assassins tried killing him over and over, to prove his worth as an instrument. Kuzen and Yajj have no love for him, and he has none to offer in return. Their ambitions mean nothing to him, and he is better off without them.
He hates the assassins who trained him. Aside from the fact they were given free rein to kill him numerous times over the course of a decade, the thought of taking another being’s life never sat well with him. Everything he has learned from them has been used to defend himself from their tricks. He’d rather not be a part of their club of killers, but having passed his test, his life is intertwined with theirs whether he likes it or not. And as long as his parents’ shadow looms large over him, Kanuri and her band of murderers will always be lurking close behind.
The first time he met Kanuri, she was miles tall and attempted to crush him and half the city underpaw as part of his initiation. The leader of the assassins has since warmed up to Traes, deeming him an amusing being worth keeping alive ever since he’s demonstrated his potential. The panther has taken it upon herself to train Traes and encourage the use of his power while they slowly bond over their mutual dislike of his parents. While he is grateful for the first genuine guidance he’s ever received in this life, he is hesitant to associate with her, or let his abilities flourish. Both are attitudes she is eager to stamp out. When she’s not on the clock monitoring her killers or leveling half a metropolis and the surrounding suburbs, Kanuri aids Traes and Calli by converting their home into something more comfortable for his rising frame while keeping it livable for his smaller mate. All while increasingly integrating herself into their lives. In the name of safety, of course.
Calli is his love and light, the mortal woman he owes everything to for keeping him sane in an otherwise very lonely and chaotic life. And he is her loyal and devoted mate, despite all he has done to keep her unaware of his past. He had kept her in the dark since the day they met, out of fear of her figuring out who, and what, he truly is. For ten years, he told her nothing about his origins or his parents – he simply came from another country. She knew nothing about the assassins – “martial arts classes” – which made him feel all the worse for keeping her ignorant of the truth. And it nearly cost her life when she followed him in secret during his initiation and discovered everything. But her courage in the face of death saved his life on that fateful day. She has, and will always, remain by his side, urging him to use his power for his own reasons rather than anyone else’s.
Not so big dragon. One more to go!
Traes appears in: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27183888/
Art done by
jetmongrel / Jetmongrel on Twitter
Traes et al belong to me
Height: 6’2” (1.88m)
Age: 33 (current incarnation)
Abilities: Reincarnation, Death Empowerment, Divinity
Occupation: Divine Prince; Part-Time Assassin
Appearance
No one remarkable stands before you. He’s just another face in the crowd. Sure, he’s a dragon, a proud creature of regal strength, imposing authority, and every other majestic/masturbatory descriptor that comes attached with the species. But there’s nothing exceptional about him. He’s just over six feet tall, hardly acceptable for his kind. Don’t mind the eyes; the glow is normal. Or the fact that he hasn’t slept a wink in weeks. And could spend hours talking about one of his lives hundreds of years ago in an empire on the other side of the world where nobody truly dies, ruled by towering gods who would one day be his parents. That’s normal. Right?
History
It would be an effortless task for Kuzen and Yajj to dominate the globe one trampled continent at a time. It would also leave their homeland vulnerable to military retaliation, seething revenge from a planet of swarming insects all mad and gunning for the titans’ domain after their sprawling cities had been stomped into miles-wide craters. The tickle of ICBMs and buzzing clouds of harmless supersonic jet fighters, minor irritants at worst, spell death from above for a people who only know peace. Tanks smaller than motes of dust and infantry so minuscule as to be invisible to the dragons’ eyes would bring ruin to their empire. Neither could bear the thought of staying behind to babysit the realm while the other had all the fun of subjugation without their cherished mate by their side. So a bold strategy was hatched – they had a child, and gave him one purpose for existence: defend the homeland and protect their people while mother and father conquered the world. Thus Traes entered his next life with his path set in stone. All the better, for Kuzen and Yajj had far better things to do with their limitless time than raise a child.
But he was their child – it wouldn’t do for their godly progeny to mingle with the masses he would one day defend with his life. Guidance from the gods and millennia of unbroken harmony had transformed the clannish nomads of the steppes, once united in their mutual hostility and eagerness to slaughter each other and outsiders alike in the name of clan and conquest, into a unified collective, a single great organism that shared one goal and acted with one mind. Though utterly devoted to their gods, the people only understood spiritual bliss and the purity of freedom from the shackles of impermanence. All was done for the greater good, to keep society, the body, alive and functioning. They harbored no ambitions, coveted no secret desires of their own, and possessed no aims but to seek enlightenment and satisfy the many. The many was everything; the selfish needs of the individual were self-seeking spasms of the ego. Traes needed to be autonomous, not another drone. What did they know of individuality? What could the ant teach the dragon?
So in the palace he stayed, save to be trotted out every so often to follow in his parents’ vast shadows and attend their sermons while thousands of worshippers swarmed their feet to bask in reverent awe. Save for a handful of retainers and elder monks permitted to serve and instruct Traes on spiritual matters, no other interaction with mortals was tolerated. And that was life – palace, servants, and sermons – for twenty years, until Kuzen and Yajj abruptly cast him out from home and homeland.
He must be tempered, was their reason. His power must be honed to fulfill his purpose; his potential would not be squandered growing fat off the comforts of home. They wouldn’t train him themselves, of course. Ruling an empire that knew no internal strife, faced zero external threats, and essentially ran itself was busy work. Extolling the virtues of liberation from the secret fear of death and sending hundreds to their next life with every step required their undivided attention. Others would train him instead.
Some tribes had been scattered to the wind before Kuzen and Yajj shut their burgeoning empire away from the world. Their task was to settle among the nations and observe the flow of history, then report back to their masters when circumstances demanded it. At least, in theory. Those closest to the immortal empire continued to fulfill their role. It’s hard to do otherwise when their gods could peer over miles-high mountains and see if anyone was slacking off. But for those further away, time between interactions could be measured in lifetimes. Many began deviating from their purpose – assuming cultural assimilation, plague, famine, war, or numb indifference didn’t get to them first. Their chosen group had devolved into a den of hired killers, driven by the need for money to sustain themselves – perfect for what the divine sovereigns had in mind. To motivate Traes and ensure he would never forget death, Kuzen and Yajj had given his new trainers/surrogate parents their blessings to kill him at any time, without consequence. While reincarnation would empower Traes and strengthen him for his future role, getting stabbed in the back by mortal ruffians would prove his worthlessness to his parents. No pressure. In ten years, they would return to collect him, if he still lived.
So the assassins trained him, and once their tightfisted grip on him loosened, he left and learned much about the world he was taught to fear and hate. But rather than despise and distance himself from it, he indulged in the freedom of temptation and immersed himself in material vice he had never before tasted. In ten years, he found honest work, discovered his mate, Calli, and eventually wed her. In ten years, he had slowly forgotten his purpose and his reason for being. With no one able to comprehend and direct his awesome power, nor any inclination to further enhance himself, his gifts atrophied. And then he found himself content, even happy, with mortal life and its petty struggles. Ten years have passed. Time has run out, and Kuzen and Yajj will test his worth.
Abilities
Being the offspring of two absurdly powerful divine beings, Traes, in theory, is capable of achieving the same feats as his overpowered parents. He could become an almighty god that knows no rest and craves no nourishment, swells miles tall in the blink of an eye, and molds the world beneath his feet with but a thought, turning the elements themselves into his playthings. The weight of his gaze could crush the will of any he deigns to look down upon, letting him rip the thoughts from their broken minds. And death would be a welcome means to greater power, for his next incarnation would come back stronger than ever, with all the memories of his previous lives fully intact.
Key phrase: in theory. Traes has let his power greatly diminish during his decade of “freedom” from his parents and homeland. The material world and its endless attractions and distractions has led him away from nurturing his abilities and given him few reasons to wield his incredible might. And the assassins, with their narrow portfolio of killing marked individuals with bodily gimmicks for the promise of payment, couldn’t teach him how to command godlike gifts beyond mortal comprehension.
Call Traes uninspired, or perhaps cynical, but in his experience, being a god has done very little to assist him in his day to day living. Being a god doesn’t help him make the bed, take a shower, or brush his teeth. Divine power doesn’t make grocery shopping or paying bills any easier. He can stay awake for weeks at a time, but it means nothing if he can’t spend a night in his wife’s arms. Swelling to the size of a skyscraper to save himself the misery of sitting in rush-hour traffic wouldn’t end well for anyone, or any structure, underfoot, and he’d foot the bills. Reading the minds of exhausted retail workers drowning in student loans and the misery of dashed promises of a better life thoroughly ground down by late-stage capitalism and the screeching hordes of entitled customers it spawns would only leave him a depressed shell of a dragon. Reincarnation cannot save him from taxes. And what good is molding the world to his whims when there are great games to play, and big-titty anime to watch?
But if he had the drive, the motivation, it would be trivial for him to set so many wrongs in the world right with his power. People crave guidance, control, purpose – his parents have preached that so many times – but with so many little bugs calling themselves presidents, monarchs, CEOs, pulling everyone every which way, wouldn’t it be easier to just squish them and silence their feeble squeaking, and give everyone someone far better to look up to? All it would take is a single step, trample some cities, and anyone with two brain cells would bow down and serve him. He would be no better than his parents, who subjugated their own people, and made them their worshippers millennia ago. Even if he took the path of benevolence and became the serene shepherd of mortals, he would just become what Kuzen and Yajj desire him to be. Both are fates he despises more than anything. Until another way presents itself, he and the world would be better off, he thinks, if he didn’t indulge in his powers.
Personality
Kuzen and Yajj struggle to comprehend the average person and their petty lives as the pair grew in power. Traes understands their mortal plight and shares their struggles and triumphs. His parents’ interaction with mortals begins and ends with impressing upon them the good word of death before countless tons of sole presses into them. Traes makes awkward small talk with cashiers, and spends time at home with his mate, Calli, playing games and watching anime together, or accompanying her on errands.
Despite everything he’s endured, Traes is remarkably easygoing for a deity. He is far more approachable than his father, for talking with Kuzen is like talking to a brick wall. And he is far more agreeable than Yajj, who would trample you for the sin of wasting her time. Although laid-back compared to his parents, his mother’s blood boils in his veins when he is provoked. Like Yajj, he is swift to anger and the fire of his temper runs hot when enraged, but unlike her turbulent wrath, the embers of his fury are short-lived, and the calm Traes shortly returns.
Relations
He wants nothing to do with Kuzen and Yajj, parents who see their son as nothing more than an appendage of their will. They created him for one purpose, treated him like a tool to be refined and used. He lived in a gilded cage for twenty years. No friends, no visitors, no contact with the people he was supposed to protect, until his parents kicked him out into the world he was taught to fear, handed over to killers so they could ‘improve’ him. They wanted him to see the tainted world with his own eyes, so he would understand why its many temptations must be abhorred, and why his parents must one day purge it of impurity. They wanted him to develop the power within him, the power they wielded, power they never taught him how to use. They wanted him to succeed or fail, while their pet assassins tried killing him over and over, to prove his worth as an instrument. Kuzen and Yajj have no love for him, and he has none to offer in return. Their ambitions mean nothing to him, and he is better off without them.
He hates the assassins who trained him. Aside from the fact they were given free rein to kill him numerous times over the course of a decade, the thought of taking another being’s life never sat well with him. Everything he has learned from them has been used to defend himself from their tricks. He’d rather not be a part of their club of killers, but having passed his test, his life is intertwined with theirs whether he likes it or not. And as long as his parents’ shadow looms large over him, Kanuri and her band of murderers will always be lurking close behind.
The first time he met Kanuri, she was miles tall and attempted to crush him and half the city underpaw as part of his initiation. The leader of the assassins has since warmed up to Traes, deeming him an amusing being worth keeping alive ever since he’s demonstrated his potential. The panther has taken it upon herself to train Traes and encourage the use of his power while they slowly bond over their mutual dislike of his parents. While he is grateful for the first genuine guidance he’s ever received in this life, he is hesitant to associate with her, or let his abilities flourish. Both are attitudes she is eager to stamp out. When she’s not on the clock monitoring her killers or leveling half a metropolis and the surrounding suburbs, Kanuri aids Traes and Calli by converting their home into something more comfortable for his rising frame while keeping it livable for his smaller mate. All while increasingly integrating herself into their lives. In the name of safety, of course.
Calli is his love and light, the mortal woman he owes everything to for keeping him sane in an otherwise very lonely and chaotic life. And he is her loyal and devoted mate, despite all he has done to keep her unaware of his past. He had kept her in the dark since the day they met, out of fear of her figuring out who, and what, he truly is. For ten years, he told her nothing about his origins or his parents – he simply came from another country. She knew nothing about the assassins – “martial arts classes” – which made him feel all the worse for keeping her ignorant of the truth. And it nearly cost her life when she followed him in secret during his initiation and discovered everything. But her courage in the face of death saved his life on that fateful day. She has, and will always, remain by his side, urging him to use his power for his own reasons rather than anyone else’s.
Not so big dragon. One more to go!
Traes appears in: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27183888/
Art done by
jetmongrel / Jetmongrel on TwitterTraes et al belong to me
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Dragon (Other)
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