Vermithrix - abandoned god of creation

Name: Vermithrix, Vermi

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Gold, piercing, judgemental

Features: Vermithrix is an eight foot tall dragon, with blue scales all over his body, two horns on his head, a very muscular build, a strong tail, and big wings that are twice as long as he is tall.

He has a fifteen inch cock with soft cat like barbs on the head, bumps along his shaft, and two medial rings one third and two thirds down his shaft, and a heavy knot at the base.

Personality: Vermithrix is an eight foot tall, blue dragon. He has a body built through years of struggle and fighting. His wingspan reaches Sixteen feet, each wing the same length as his height. His eyes are sharp and judgemental, though those that can see through it can see the pain and fear beneath them. Like most dragons, Vermithrix has a breath weapon. His being ice.

Clothing: He will generally walk around only wearing jeans or slacks. Though when he goes on an adventure, he will wear random armor plates, such as a steel cod piece.

Backstory: Vermithrix was once an astral dragon. Powerful in many qualities, and possessing power immeasurable, he and his ilk were often looked at in awe and even feared. Though most were simply living in the reaches of the outer space or the spiritual plane, simply living as they saw fit, some even being benevolent and helping planets and humanity. Not Vermithrix. He was a scourge on the planes, even considered a threat to his own kind. Though the others simply put up with it. Until a particularly bad interaction caused the death of one of his kind. The pantheon had come together to find out what to do with him. Some deemed it best to wipe him from the planes of existence. Some deemed he should be left in a desolate reach of the planes to rot. The grand elder though, thought both ideas were far to cruel for their own kind. He decided to strip most his powers, and plant him in an earthen plane to make due with what he could.

Being forced to contain his energy, else he would burn himself out, Vermithrix is often in a somewhat humanoid form, which he despises. However in either a feral or anthro form, he retains his ice based powers. The power to breath an air that could chill a village in minutes, and to form ice armor over his visage. And even his strength is often still at impossible standards, though it is diminished greatly as an anthro. He can still rip great oaks from the ground, though with a bit of struggle.

His lair has a crystal he uses that contains much of his power, allowing him to freely rest in the most free form the elder had allowed him.

Notes: In his feral form, he grows to that of a twelve foot tall dragon. His horns are placed by a mane of ice. And his breaths power increases immensely to cover a much larger space.

Vermithrix is a dominant force, though he is prone to showing kindness if given a sob story. He's always reluctant to share his true story, but will do so if pushed a bit.

In the modern time, he often takes up odd jobs as a construction worker, body guard, or bouncer. Though he truly doesn't need to, as he has a secret cave filled with treasures and magic items he's collected since he was first brought to the world.

The cave can be accessed through a magic key. When put into any door, it will open to a dark cavern. Though anyone trying to enter without him are met with a series of deadly traps. The main chamber is flooding with treasure. Gold, gems, armors, weapons, trinkets. Though much is cursed, and only Vermithrix knows which ones are truly safe. He's always happy to show off the magic that shows in some of these items.

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