Name: Granberia
Race: Dragonkin
Class: Cursed Swordwoman
Age: 27
Height: 6’9”
Weight: 300 lbs of muscle
Alignment: Lawful Good
Equipment: Mithril Great Sword, Mithril Breast Plate, Soldier’s Insignia (Officer Rank) , Purple Cape, Ceramic Knife, Wymkiller, Sacred Fang, Salamander
Origin: Abandoned Child (She was raised by Salamander, who views her as her daughter)
Personality: I’ve lost too many friends, and I’m slow to make new ones.
Ideal: Revenge “For someone who one lost everything dear to them I care nothing for ideals, but I have one goal in this life. Kill the bastard vampire dragon that ruined my life.”
Bond: I’ll never forget the terrible defeat we faced at D’arsonius wrath and the friends that died that die.
Flaw: The monstrous dragon that left me as the only survivor of my kingdom still leaves me quivering with fear. I relive the events in the form of a nightmare every night.
Beliefs: I have done many bad things to get where I am today. But I believe I am now heading in the right direction thanks to the Holy Warrior.
Story: I have hunted dragons for the last three years. I once served in the royal army of a kingdom in the Far East. The princess had come of age and we we're holding a banquet at nightfall to celebrate. That is when it happened. A viridian dragon from the west with a red stone in its chest came and grew a 2nd head with scales and eyes as red as blood. It destroyed the castle and began its’ slaughter laughing maniacally, we tried our hardest to kill it, but even after dispatching the first head the dragons its' blood lust only grew. It spilled the blood of everyone in the castle that night except for me; including the woman I loved who happened to be the princess herself. Ever since that day I vowed to kill every dragon and trained to become a true dragon slayer. The Wyrmkiller reached out to me from the Dragon's Graveyard and it told me the truth of D'Arsonius and the only way to kill him was to pierce his heart with a stake. This locket is the only memento I carry of the once great kingdom, it belonged to the princess. My nights have been restless and filled with the same nightmare, a crimson dragon roosting on a ruined spire laughing maniacally as the smell of burnt corpses and spilled blood mix into the air while the woman I loved died in my arms.