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The First Hand of Gladius ||
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It was written in stone ▪ ▫ Aleksei Draco
But I like to scribble ▪ ▫ Phaeroh
The one who made me ▪ ▫ Temporarily Schizophrenic
You be the judge if I look it ▪ ▫ Four Hundred Seventy-two
Look to your right. What do you see? ▪ ▫ ☿ It
I hope you aren't ignorant ▪ ▫ Draconic Ashura
Here I stand ▪ ▫ Advanced Stage
Don't make me angry. I'll make you wish you hadn't ▪ ▫ Basic Stage (Obsolete) ~ Advanced Stage ~ Ultra Stage ~ Linked Form (Scythe)
Witness my ρøẘ℮ґ ▪ ▫
- - Dragon Fire :: While it is pretty self explanatory in my draconic stage, I can create and manipulate to use at will. Unlike normal fire, dragon fire is legendary for its wrath and ruin. It burns much at a hotter temperature than regular fire and is described as flowing much more like water, in that instead of hitting a wall and moving up, it would flow to the sides and cover an area. In my "human" form, I can increase my internal body temperature, as if I were about to breathe fire, to a specific location in my body. (i.e., I could make my hand scolding hot and use it to either burn through metals if it were to get hot enough, or to torture or kill someone by grabbing onto them)
- Superhuman Strength :: I'm a Dragon. Do I need to explain further?
- Dermal Armour :: It is common knowledge that a dragon's scales are like an impenetrable armour. In my "human" form, I can cover my body (all except for my head) with these scales for additional protection. However, while it does happen somewhat quickly, it cannot continue to happen over and over. Naturally, our bodies in this form are not meant to have scales, so summoning them is both painful and exhausting,
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Do not tell anyone else my ṧ℮ḉяεтṧ ▪ ▫
- - Gladius :: This is the most logical fear that I have. Gladius is the Ashura of Darkness, and my leader. I am more than well aware that Gladius could end my existence with a mere thought, and for that, I respectfully fear him.
- Claustrophobic Conditions :: Being a Dragon Ashura, I require room for stretching out my wings and for flight. Any tight spaces in which I am not able to move freely bother me, and I have been known to panic (which usually leads to some kind of destruction).
- Death :: Call it a fear of the unknown if you will. I've been around for nearly five hundred years, and on the brink of death before. Even so, the thought of actually dying frightens me.
Let it be known that these are the things I ⅾεṧρḯṧε ▪ ▫
- - Ignorance :: Stupid people get on my last nerves.
- Seekers :: They're on the opposite team, and they're obnoxious when it comes to their Guardians that they protect. Annoying people irritate me, and therefore are obligated to die.
- Rain :: I cannot stand wet environments. A little moist and cold, no problem. But rain and storms and all that jazz, forget about it.
Please shower me with тℌℯṧℯ ▪ ▫
- - Fire :: It's only logical, being a Dragon Ashura. It gives me power, makes me stronger, and I feel at home around it.
- Chaos :: It's fun to cause and to observe. All species of the universe are naturally inclined to seek power and destroy themselves. All I do is give them a little motivation.
- Manipulation :: It's fun to cause and to observe. All species of the universe are naturally inclined to seek power and destroy themselves. All I do is give them a little motivation.
What I only tell my closest ḟяḯ℮ᾔⅾṧ ▪ ▫
I have been around for five hundred long years in the Ashura Realm. When I was young, I was the son of, what you would call, an Ashura Lord of the Dragon Tribe. Yeah, it sounded like a mouthful and somewhat redundant when they were all Ashura, but when people referred to him as one of the Ashura Lords, it did kind of sound nifty, I'll admit. But being his son meant I had a future ahead of me that required me to be the best in the Tribe. It was simple, really. The Lord's firstborn son would take over when he came of age, but only if he was fit to rule. And in the Dragon Tribe, being fit to rule meant you had to have power. Without power, you could not protect your home or rule over anyone. So, I was raised in hell, brought up being trained in every form of combat known to us. And I'll admit, I had some areas that I flawed in. When it came to unarmed combat, I had flaws but I could stand my ground. Ranged weapons were a major weak point for me, though. I've never been skilled with them. But put any form of weapon in my hand that I can use in a physical fight, and you've got yourself a god on your side (or so my tribesmen told me). I became renowned for my skills in combat. And when it came time become the next ruler, I had more than enough power to beat anyone who challenged my right to rule. Needless to say, I became one of the Ashura Lords. And I was damn proud to fill that seat.
But then, he came. Gladius. When I looked into the Dark Ashura's face, I saw only death. The death of thousands, millions of people. I saw the death of entire worlds. And I saw my own. He was a figure of power and evil, and I knew right there and then what we had to do. We had to kill him. And we rose up against him when he decided to arrogantly challenge my right to rule. And we lost to a single man. His power was like nothing I had ever seen. And still, every time he struck me down, I got back up to fight again. I didn't believe in quitting, and I told him he'd have to kill me before I stopped. So, he did. Sort of. I still hold scars from my battle with him, and each day I am reminded of how terrifying he was. My throat had been slit, one of my hearts pierced. He had not only beaten me, but he was toying with me. When I came to, many of my brothers had been slain, and he sat upon my personal throne. Instead of killing me, he made me an offer: join him and expand my rule past the borders of Hydra's Cradle to encompass all of the Ashura Realm. Putting my two options next to one another, rule the world or die, I chose to take him up on his offer.
I became one of the three generals in his army and led the ground forces during the great war. It was I that burned the Phyllia Woods to the ground, that slaughtered the inhabitants of Illiad, and led the sacking of Tarakov. I watched entire nations raze, some vanished over night from the sheer onslaught that we so generously gave. And in that final battle against the Light Ashura, Nerphwai, I led the initial assault. I never challenged the Ashura, though, for as prideful as I was, I knew my place. She was not mine to challenge, but her armies were mine to slaughter. And in the end, we won. Sort of. Nerphwai fell, but her powers escaped through the Serphras Seal and entered the Earth Realm. And now, roughly a century later, the Seal has weakened further and the Guardians have begun to appear one by one. Gladius appointed me as his First Hand, his leading Commandant of his forces. I do his work, as he cannot set foot on Earth. Yet. I will do as he commands. I will find the children and slaughter each of them, and bring about the universal rule that the Ashura Realm will soon see. They will all kneel in the end, and only one Lord will rule over them.
Me.
