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Basic Information

  • Basic Info

    • Name: Rovan Draymor
    • Gender: Male
    • Played by: Mrfuturegaming
    • Nicknames: The Ashen Crown
    • Relationship status: Single
    • Personality: Resolute, Emotionally Restrained, Burdened by Legacy, Master Tactician, Isolationist, Vengeful
    • Mannerisms: Gestures: Minimal but Weighted, Speech: Slow, Measured, and Rare,
    • Likes: Solitude, Ancient Texts and Forbidden Histories, His Dragon, Loyalty
    • Dislikes: False Praise and Flattery, Cowardice Cloaked as Diplomacy, The Smell of Roses, Being Touched

  • Description

    Rovan Draymor stands like a shadow cast by firelight, tall, lean, and unyielding, carved from austerity and purpose. He is 6’1” in height, his frame wiry and honed, built not for brute force but for precision, control, and enduring war. His presence alone quiets a room, not with fury, but with the weight of inevitability, the slow tightening of storm clouds before they break.

    His golden blonde hair is kept short, utilitarian, with strands that catch the light like the last glimmer of a dying flame. In the right glow, torchlight, sunrise, dragonfire, it almost seems too bright for the man beneath it. His skin is pale, touched by highland winters and sleepless nights, yet unmarred by indulgence or weakness. He carries no softness, only edges smoothed by time and command.

    But it is his eyes that define him. A shade of deep, storm-laced blue, neither cold nor warm, but haunting. There is no sparkle in them. No kindness. They are quiet and unreadable, like the sea before a maelstrom. When he fixes his gaze on someone, they feel the room thin, the air tighten, as if the world itself has stopped to listen.

    He wears his armor like second skin, obsidian-forged, engraved with the subtle likeness of dragon wings and flame. The breastplate is dark steel with crimson inlays, worn and scarred from battle but always polished to a muted gleam. Over his shoulders drapes a long black cloak, trimmed in deep red and clasped with a brooch shaped like a broken crown. Beneath it, the fine leather and wool of his royal attire are understated, functional, this is a man who does not dress to impress, but to remind.

    A thin circlet of blackened gold rests upon his brow, not ornate, but sharp, angular, and worn more like a chain than a crown. Some say it was forged from the same molten core as his throne.

    His hands are lean, callused, not the hands of a pampered ruler, but of a man who has earned his rule through blade and will. He walks with the deliberate stillness of a predator who has no need to prove his strength, only to remind others of its cost.

  • Physical Stats

    • Age: 28
    • Race: Human
    • Class: Emperor
    • Alignment: Mendrossan Empire
    • Size: 6'1
    • Bodytype: Athletic
    • Height: 6'1
    • Weight: 155LBs
    • Complexion: Caucassian
    • Hair: Blonde
    • Eyes: Blue
    • Handedness: Right
    • Scars: None