(backstory cont...)
His calm and comforting face wrinkled with the years of life spent in that village just northwest of Impass, nestled in the mountains. His face was one i would come to know and cherish as being a parental figure in my years of youth. The elderly man had passed on much of his wisdom to me, teaching me of this world and its history, but also teaching me of myself and what i was. For i was not a normal human child, nor was i of the common non-human folk or Magicbloods as they called them, i was somthing very different. I was a dragon. I was taught from the beging to hide my true nature, as dragons were endangered. As a child i never understood, but as i grew and my curiosity flourished i learned what it meant to be a dragon. The books that filled the village libraries halls told of the proud history of knights and hunters whom hunted 'vicious beasts' for the wealth, glory, and fame it brought.
[Cont...]

{cont...}
But the grand prize was known as a 'Fire Heart'. It was the shining gem that was the life force of the most hated of beasts. The shing gem that was the heart of my ancestors. The shining gem that was situated on my chest...the heart of the dragon. To my eyes the once beautiful and wonderous world now laid its secrets bare. Not only was i the offspring of an accursed beast, but many others of non-human decent were made out to be of lower class, beasts, slaves, and tools of war. Hunted for pleasure and wealth, or put on display as expensive pets. I felt contempt for this wreched place, and yet the elderly man was keen on showing me proper. He ensured that not all the world was bad, and i trusted him, so i took his word to heart. Afteral, the village i spent my time in was one that respected all aspects of life, and as a dragon was a safe haven. The villagers and kids treated me no differently than one of there own, and so i was happy.
[Cont...]

{cont...}
At 16 the old man had suprized me by gifting me a heavy longsword. I was quite suprized as he had always told me that violence was to be avoided unless absolutely necessary, and even then he didnt like the thought of it. It was heavy, and covered in dust from years of being hidden away on a top shelf. I was told that it had belonged to me from the moment the elderly man had found me tucked away in a little box on his doorstep, the large sword next to me. And a small note that was mostly in a different tounge except for a small bar of music notes scribbled on the back. It was the only clue i had of my real parents, and it re-kindled my childlike curiosity. I was intent on learning the song, and with that rushed out of the oldmans cottage, withered note clutched in my hand and the heavy sword dragging behind me.
As i reached the age of seventeen war broke out between Vale and Ethos. {cont...}

[Cont...]
Although we were aware of the worlds misfortunes, our own sleeply litte town was aloof and content in there current state. I had learned how to play the misterious song, and was finaly strong enough to lift my sword and give a few worthy swings. The language inscribed on the swords sheith and the note i carried with me were still a mystery, but i was sure that one day i might solve the riddle. One hot and desprate evening an odd uneasy feeling had settled upon me. Try as i might i could not shake the feeling of dread, as if some ill omen had cast its shadow at my door. The scilence was earth shattering, and when tension seemed at its peak, nothing would happen. I was confused and frustrated, and amidst this confusion as i tried to consol myself, a lone arrow sailed through the darkening skies. In an outbust of chaos the fired arrow had struck one of the nearby houses setting it ablaze.
[Cont...]

{cont...}
The scilence i had wished was gone was suddenly all i longed for as screams of dismay flooded the village. War mongers had infultraited the village in search of anything they sought as valuble, provisions, metal, life. I was scared, never had i witnessed such needles violence in my young years, and as this fear began to burn inside the elderly man had reached out and quelled it. He urged me to flee, as being caught would mean certain death for a young dragons child. But how could i? how was i supposed to abandon all i had known to a most certain death? These people had cared for me and sheltered me from the begining, and now i was to run? I stood there dazed and lost in my conflicting emotions as loved ones were struck down around me. The mongers rushing in on horseback with swords drawn and teeth bared. Silence had once again reached my ears when a stray arrow found its mark on the back of the dear elderly man whom i saw fall to the ground before me.
[Cont...]

{cont}
The world had stopped for that brief moment. No noise, no movement, no breath. I stared at the now lifeless form of an elderly man strewn on the ground before me. And before the realization had struck a fire had ignited within me. The towering deamon that gazed in fury at his beloved home in flames below roared in anguish. A fell swoop of his long tail demolishing anything within its path, and his powerful wings blew a gust of hot air knocking his foes from their mounts. Nothing would be left, no unscorched pach of grass would remain but for where the old man lay. A nightmare like scene played out as I watched the beast take seige of the village, but for all the chaos that ensued i felt weary and confused. Where had this horned deamon come from? why is it distroying the village? and with that my weakened self gave way to sleep.
[Cont...]

{cont...}
When i had awoken the village was still mouldering in a blue flame, plumes of smoke rising above the tree line. In a small patch of untouched grass i lay curled next to the gentle old soul of a now lifeless man. My breathing increased and i felt the sadness overtake me as i wept by his side. i had lost everything to the war mongers and that shadowy beast. In a heartwrenching discovery i realized where the deamon had menifested from. I wraped my arms around my legs and clenched my chattering teeth. It was me. I was the dark beast who laid waste to the village. I was the one, who in fury, lit the town in blue flames. It was me. an accursed dragon. I rocked back and forth on the ground beside the old man, seeking any comfort i could get but with no prevale. I began to hum. a quiet little tune. at first it was shaky, but slowly it relaxed into a rythmical melody. I began to think clearly as i hummed the little tune, and knew that i no longer could stay here.
[Cont...]

{cont...}
After a while i had plucked ip the courage to stand, still shakey. My head pounded between my ears but i knew if i stayed i would surly die. The plumes of blueish smoke a beacon to any who saw them. With one last goodby i lay the small wrinkled note with the lulaby oin the old mans withered hands and set out, blade around my shoulder. I had decided that no one would be hurt by me, and perhaps, if there was another like me out there, i would find them. With that i hid my heart behind a cloak of cloth and cold emotion, and set out accross a desolate burnt path, withered from time through the rustling trees and scents of sweet grass.

[Done! uggg good going KJ writte a novel lol]

Hope you guys are excited for todays RP! i know i sure am!

Oh my goodness, this was absolutely OUTSTANDING!! This was written so so well, I was totally hooked! And I wanted to cry near the end - it was so deep and emotional QuQ

Awesome job! And I can't wait for tonight's RP! I hope I will make it! :D

@Ah thanks fade!
Now you guys know his story and why he cab be a bit of a jerk, haha

Ooh! :O Toren's new clothes are amazing! His scabbard looks so awesome and intricate! ^-^ And splendid work on the backstory! It really granted elaborate insight into Toren's past and had a few particularly touching moments! : )

And yes, I most certainly cannot wait for today's RP! :D

dynamic painting! bravo!

that lettering at the sword looks like the cybertronian language XD