In the shattered world of Earth: 2250, few names inspire awe and dread in equal measure. Among them flies one shadow etched into memory and myth: Drogon, Scourge of Skies.

A pureblooded Dragonborn of ancient draconic descent, Drogon was born of fire and sky in the smoldering ruins near the volcanic arches of Cindervault Reach. Raised among war-tribes that revered combat above all, he emerged not merely as a fighter, but as a Warrior-Philosopher, blending raw physical might with unshakable code.

Though his lineage breathes arrogance into his every roar, Drogon's soul wrestles with duality. He has rebuilt shattered villages with laughter, taught lost children to defend themselves, and bound fractured communities with brotherhood. His wit is as sharp as his claws, his smile a disarming beacon in a bleak world.

But the skies whisper of darker truths.

Those who razed his kin — a secretive enclave of mind-binders and technocrats — awoke something primal within him. Vengeance smolders like coals in his heart, and every fire he controls is a reflection of his burning rage. He seeks to dominate, to shape the broken world in his image, not only to protect—but to be remembered.

Drogon’s powers are the stuff of legend. He soars over fractured cities, wings casting thunderous shadows. Flames bend to his will, capable of cleansing or annihilating. His telepathy pierces minds, revealing truths, fears, and secrets alike — a gift he rarely uses without cost.

Yet, it is his internal war that defines him. He charges into danger recklessly, not just for honor or victory, but to silence the voice inside that whispers: “You will be forgotten.” Trust comes slowly. Arrogance blinds him. But when he laughs, the ground shakes with life. And when he leads, even broken warriors stand taller.

Now, as the Reckoning looms and ancient Mages rise, Drogon stands at the storm’s edge — a living paradox of warmth and wrath. Will he become the protector of Earth’s last hope? Or will his fear of irrelevance consume him, and turn the sky’s scourge into its executioner?

The winds howl his name.

Drogon. Scourge of Skies. Flame of Redemption… or Ruin.