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All will bow when I hold this land, for I am perfection, handsome and
grand. Death is in my breath, scorching all who will not obey for I will
be King some day. I respect no mothers, I will hold no daughters, and
my sister will shiver under my reign. For the betrayal of my mother,
they will pay under my eternal revenge.

 

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Name:
Rangvaldr

Nickname:
Val

Born:
10/11/14

Temper:
Smug

Type:
Mutant/Dragon

Origin:
Breeding

Color:
#6a1f23

 

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Mate:
N/A

Breedings:
Breeding o1 ❥ Open
Breeding o2 ❥ Open
Breeding o3 ❥ Open
Breeding o4 ❥ Open

Offspring:
N/A

Parents:
Vesta (Page o5) & Smaug

Siblings:
Brynjar & Villieldr

Other Family:
Indra

Friends:
N/A

Enemies:
N/A

 

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Likes:
Torturing others, pain, fire, the thought of taking his father's place

Dislikes:
Females

Dreams:
Rangvaldr Dreams of the death of thousands, distruction of the world. most of all he dreams of finding his mother and killing her for betraying his father, and her own children.

Fears:
Rangvaldr's Fears are that he will never be what his father wants him to be. That under his rule Rangvaldr will not be able to stand up and take the command that his father did.

 

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Powers:
N/A

Special Notes:
N/A

Personality:
Rangvaldr is as Smug as they come. he finds himself better then anyone else. He had that coy look about him that only seems to prove his own thoughts. He has a big head, one that can not easily be deflated, even when proven wrong, he is never wrong and will change the truth to be proven right. He has a purely evil heart, only thinking of his own, and the destruction of others. He is commanding, bold, and daring, knowing his place as king, one way or another, it is his destiny. Under it all, was madness, disillusions of grandeur and control, wrapped with insanity

History:
Rangvaldr never met his mother, though he remembered her voice from when he was in his basket, before she left their home. It is burned into his head, her soft words, but he can never seem to bring himself away from the hate of her leaving. When he came from the basket, he was the first, and the one that became favored by his father to take over if the large dragon was ever to die.

As he grew up, that hate, it built under the stories from his father. He only knew the poison in his mind. his mother Betrayed them, left them to die, and their father, he loved them, brought them in to care for his children. Each day that poison thickened and became more deadly, as his hate for mares seemed to biol inside. This made making friends hard, and, living with his sister even harder.

As he reached adulthood, his childhood friend became his lover, and, they went to the stars and asked for a dark blessing on the night of the dead, the night demons entered this world, and the darkness granted that wish, and so, in the middle of the night three baskets were left for them. The boys were loved, but his daughter was pushed away forcing his mate to care for her, for he had no love in his hart for such a beast more fearsome then a demon.

Each morning he awoke dreaming of his reign over the land, of the death he will bring, and the fear he would control. There was less love in his heart and more delirious dreams of the torture he would spread across the land. His eyes became distant, crazy, and he would no longer send others to search for his mother, instead he would pace back and forth at his father's lair and whisper dark thoughts to himself, controlled by hate and madness.

(More to come)

 

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