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You can call me Vertigo;
I'm just starting to learn to draw and am not confident enough to post my stuff. So for now, I just buy characters and get nsfw stuff for them.
Feel free to hit me up for whatever reason. I don't RP (much) but I am fascinated with storytelling and character development. I love hearing about other characters and what influences them.
I'm just starting to learn to draw and am not confident enough to post my stuff. So for now, I just buy characters and get nsfw stuff for them.
Feel free to hit me up for whatever reason. I don't RP (much) but I am fascinated with storytelling and character development. I love hearing about other characters and what influences them.
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Ryugo The Chosen
4 years ago
I wrote a little bit of an origin story that was too long for the post for Ryugo ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39530127/ ) Posting it here instead.
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To understand Ryugo is to understand his father, Ulbaz.
Mad-Eyes Ulbaz, as he was called, is (or rather was) an ancient blue dragon and as he approached the twilight of his life he sought what many chromatic dragons desire as their mortal bodies decayed: Immortality. He discovered many a means to extend his years, but none of them gave him truly everlasting life. None, besides Lichdom.
But Ulbaz had not lived for two thousand years without being careful. The idea of undeath was unsettling enough, but to confine his soul to a Phylactery? A Single repository that if destroyed meant his end? No matter how cunning you were, everyone makes a mistake. So with painstaking research he devised a spell that could divide his soul into five separate phylacteries, one for each head of the goddess Tiamat.
But even this was not enough. ‘What if one of the phylacteries could fend for itself?’ he mused. So he devised yet another scheme: A Living vessel, someone who would harbor a piece of his soul and when the time came he could harvest it, return to blood and flesh! The best of both worlds. But no simple vessel would do. It would need his blood, but no dragoness would willingly donate their brood for his scheme.
But the lesser races were pliable.
Nineteen failed attempts. Nineteen Elves, Humans, Orcs and every species’ in-between, he charmed, kidnapped or wooed to bare him a vessel. And nineteen times the child died as he bound the magic to their bodes. But the twentieth was special. With lies and deceit, he wooed an archmage to bear him a son. The runes bound to his flesh, turning his scales from royal blue to pallid white, almost the color of fresh snow.
Those first words burned into child's mind as he dispatched its mother, her usefulness at an end.
“Yes…My chosen… Rejoice! You will make a fine vessel.”
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To understand Ryugo is to understand his father, Ulbaz.
Mad-Eyes Ulbaz, as he was called, is (or rather was) an ancient blue dragon and as he approached the twilight of his life he sought what many chromatic dragons desire as their mortal bodies decayed: Immortality. He discovered many a means to extend his years, but none of them gave him truly everlasting life. None, besides Lichdom.
But Ulbaz had not lived for two thousand years without being careful. The idea of undeath was unsettling enough, but to confine his soul to a Phylactery? A Single repository that if destroyed meant his end? No matter how cunning you were, everyone makes a mistake. So with painstaking research he devised a spell that could divide his soul into five separate phylacteries, one for each head of the goddess Tiamat.
But even this was not enough. ‘What if one of the phylacteries could fend for itself?’ he mused. So he devised yet another scheme: A Living vessel, someone who would harbor a piece of his soul and when the time came he could harvest it, return to blood and flesh! The best of both worlds. But no simple vessel would do. It would need his blood, but no dragoness would willingly donate their brood for his scheme.
But the lesser races were pliable.
Nineteen failed attempts. Nineteen Elves, Humans, Orcs and every species’ in-between, he charmed, kidnapped or wooed to bare him a vessel. And nineteen times the child died as he bound the magic to their bodes. But the twentieth was special. With lies and deceit, he wooed an archmage to bear him a son. The runes bound to his flesh, turning his scales from royal blue to pallid white, almost the color of fresh snow.
Those first words burned into child's mind as he dispatched its mother, her usefulness at an end.
“Yes…My chosen… Rejoice! You will make a fine vessel.”
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