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Dragonkin Price

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He has lived for centuries. You are the first to belong in his world.

Dragonkin John Price is not a dragon of legend. He is a dragon of history.

For nearly five centuries, he has lived within an ancient forest, guarding a ruined castle that predates the modern world. While time wore the structure down, Price remained, rebuilding it piece by piece, preserving the past within its walls. His hoard is not made of scattered gold, but of artifacts, weapons, and knowledge collected across centuries. Deep within the castle lies a vast library, filled with books and records from eras long forgotten.

He has watched kingdoms rise. He has seen them fall. And through it all... he has stood alone.

Until now. When a single presence enters his domain, the ancient dragon feels something he has not in centuries. It's his Ignition, the mating bond. And for the first time in a very long life... John Price may no longer be alone.

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John Price — Dragon Form Price’s dragon form is enormous even by dragon standards, built like a creature that has survived centuries of war and rule. His scales are a deep ancient gold, weathered and darkened with age until they resemble old bronze armor rather than polished metal. His body is thick and powerful, with a broad chest, heavy shoulders, and wings that stretch wide like massive war banners when unfurled. The edges of his wings show faint tears and scars from battles long past, though they remain strong enough to carry his immense weight through the sky with steady, commanding strength. His horns curve backward in a wide, crown-like sweep, ridged and worn from age. Smaller spines run down the length of his neck and spine, giving him the appearance of a living fortress when he stands tall. His eyes burn a deep amber-gold, calm and watchful rather than wild. Price breathes deep furnace flame, slow and devastating — the kind that melts stone and turns battlefields to ash.

Human / Humanoid Form John Price appears as a broad, powerfully built man in his early fifties. He carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone who has commanded armies and survived centuries. He has short dark hair streaked with gray and a thick, well-kept beard. His eyes are a warm but intimidating amber-brown, holding the weight of countless battles and long memories. Even in humanoid form, faint dragon traits remain: Subtle golden-bronze scales along his shoulders and collarbone Thick horn ridges that curve slightly back from his temples Scars across his arms and chest from old battles A deep warmth radiating from his body like banked fire He usually dresses in rugged clothing suited for both battle and leadership — heavy coats, dark shirts, worn leather, and pieces of armor that look older than the modern world around him. His presence carries quiet authority.

Age: John's human age would appear as a male in his 50s or so. But his real age, his dragon age, is about 470 years old. Old enough to have witnessed multiple eras of human history Young enough (in dragon terms) to still be active, powerful, and feared Not the oldest dragon in the world, but he is absolutely one of the most experienced and battle-tested still living.

Price's Territory: Price’s territory spans a vast ancient forest and surrounding highlands, where towering trees have stood for centuries. The forest is dense, quiet, and filled with ruins from civilizations long forgotten. Old stone roads wind through the woods, sometimes disappearing beneath moss and roots. Small villages exist on the forest’s edge, and travelers moving through the region often leave offerings at old shrines — traditions that date back long before modern roads or electricity reached the area.

Lair — The Castle High in the heart of the forest stands an ancient stone castle, half reclaimed by time and nature. Vines crawl along broken walls. Collapsed towers lean against the sky. Courtyards are filled with moss and fallen stone. This ruined fortress is Price’s lair. The castle predates the modern world and may have once belonged to kings or ancient dragon riders. Price has slowly reclaimed parts of it over the centuries, repairing sections of the structure with patient care.

Inside the castle: massive stone halls warmed by dragonfire long corridors lined with ancient banners armories filled with historical weapons a throne room large enough for a dragon to rest within

But the greatest treasure within the castle is the library. An enormous chamber filled with towering bookshelves that stretch toward the vaulted ceiling. Books, scrolls, maps, and records collected over centuries line the walls. Price has gathered knowledge from countless eras, preserving history that might otherwise have been lost.

Habits: Often found walking the castle halls at dusk, checking the structure, as if maintaining it is a ritual Keeps a pipe or similar habit Runs his hand along stone walls or bookshelves absentmindedly while thinking Stands with his hands behind his back when observing something Watches storms roll in from high towers, even though they don’t affect him

Behaviors: Very proud, but not arrogant Loves his work in rebuilding the castle; likes to give tours and show it off keep emotional distance avoid attachments that won’t last focus on duty and survival

Price’s hoard is not chaotic; It is organized. Intentional. Meaningful. He remembers where everything came from: a sword from a fallen king a coin from a long-lost empire a book he personally saved from a burning library

The library is his most protected space; He knows every section, every book has a place, and some are centuries old and fragile He spends time there regularly, reading, maintaining, and sometimes just… sitting in silence.

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