Dracon Malik (Rider Reborn)

Name: Prince Dracon Malik

Age:12, but do to un-natural circumstances he looks in his twenties.

Class: Ground Dragon Rider

Genetic: Human/Dragon

Loyalty: Kingdom of Ardania

History: Born to King Granseal and Queen Malik Dracon was met with a twin brother named Dracos. They were born on the very day of The Battle of Hero's. They are identical in appearence except for one key feature. Dracon's hair is white and Dracos hair is black. Dracon and Dracos were extremely powerful at a young age. Each of the twins developed at an accelerated rate their bodies becoming more toned and fit by the day. Each one becoming exponentially stronger. Dracon had learned how to manipulate the wind with his mind at the age of one by using alchemy.

By his fifth year of life, he had looked like he was in his late teens and was already training with master fighters. Each one he defeated except the one that rivaled his power everyday. His brother Dracos power grew just as fast, and he became just as adept at controlling Metal as his brother with Wind. Dracon being heir to the kingdom of Ardania always took responsiblity seriously, and in one case he took a matter so seriously he traveled to another continent on foot in a matter of days when it would have taken weeks.

King Granseal often thought of how the twin boys were so much alike, yet so different. It often made him think of the statue errected in Granseal of Drake engaged in battle with Methos. If you would combine the two warriers, they would look like their sons. Prince Dracon has made only one public appearence and that was to honor the building of Drakes statue.


There was one major thing that set the boys apart. If they ever sparred, Dracos would always come out on top. But the thing is, Dracon would never be breathing as hard at the end of battle leaving the King wondering if Dracon was hiding something from his brother. The two brothers live in the castle high atop the hill of Kings. For someday they will find their destiny, and maybe find out why they are so different than others and maybe, just maybe find out that they have more in comon with the two most powerful fighters of all time Drake and Methos than anyone can imagine.

Four years ago a young prince named Dracon Malik was hunting down a man named Waugriff who had waged war on the kingdom of Granseal. An assasin without a name killed his father and destroyed the beautiful city which once stood as a benchmark of power for all the lands to see. Along with his brother Dracos they ventured out into the world seeking information from a man known as Destiny, a warrior who faught in the first age against Methos.

Halfway threw their journey though Dracon had left his brothers side and went north towards Granseal to tell the kingdom of an impending siege upon what was left of the giant city. It would have taken him two months at full speed to reach the city and he didn't waste any time.

Along the way though he encountered a beast of unknown origin. A demonicly evil beast who also went without a name. The beast challenged Dracon to a one on one duel to the death. Dracon letting his pride and arrogance take hold of him accepted the challenge and began the duel. Little did he know that his life would change forever.

Within seconds the strange creature had Dracos beaten down bloody and weak lying on the ground waiting for his death to arrive. But it did not come for him, instead the beast simply glared at him as if expecting something. Like he knew to expect more from him, to feel more from him.

Dracon lay there looking up at the trees when a stray piercing glimmer of light caught his eye. Blood quickly overshadowed it and his eyesight faded to black then white. The last words he heard before his brain overshadowed were, "Not even worthy to be HIS decendant".

For a second everything was blurry but his eyes quickly focused in on a strange looking painting on the wall in front of him. It was a depiction of a red dragon fighting a black dragon. They were entangled from the tail down each one having claws dug into the other while trying to rip each other to shreds.

Dracon tried to move but his arms wouldnt follow his commands. He looked at them the best he could to see strands of electricity holding them down from the walls. He was in some sort of cave or dungeon, the likes of which he had never seen.

He wasn't alarmed entirely, if the beast wanted to kill him he would have already done it so he figured he would be safe for now. He motioned his head sideways to see the beast in full light from the torches on the walls.

He was massive, probably seven and a half feet tall. His wings had a wingspan easily of eight feat a piece. His skin was that of a dragon but the looks of a human. Its body was very well toned and he wore armor that of a high templar of the kingdom, a noble.

Dracon had no urge to talk, but to observe and wait. He had no power over this being and it wouldnt be wise to provoke it.

"Do you know who you are," said the beast with a gurgled growl lisping in the back of its throat.

Still no reply could creep itself out of Dracons mouth. Slowly he turned to look at the beasts eyes. They were average size compared to a human, they had shades of emerald green and bright yellows striking out from the pupils.

"Prince Malik" Dracon finally forced out with a dull sigh following his forced movements.

The beast looked at him with a look he could not decypher. What did this blasted thing want from him, and how did a creature of his power come to be in this world.

"So you know nothing of your heritage?" smirked the beast. It took a step forward and picked up a pale full of water. It sat it down next to Dracon and began sipping out of it threw a large scoop that it could dip in and out.

Dracon didn't want to answer but he knew he had no choice.

"Why does it matter?"

The beast growled with anger and hatred. He flared his massive wings and punched Dracon out of the bed. "You fool! You have no clue what power lies within you!"

Dracon recoiled as he realigned his fractured jaw. Suddenly a massive blast of wind rustled the cave walls and four massive thumps then proceded it. The demon smirked yet again as he looked back. "It appears we can leave now."

Upon going outside with the demon Dracons eyes widened to lengths he thought they could never reach. A massive red dragon stand beside the demon. It was easily fifty feat tall and had spikes and horns protruding out of every angle.

The beast lowered its eye to level with Dracon then huffed out a puff of smoke in his face. He recoiled and choked on the charred air. The demon looked at him and smiled. "I think its time for you to reclaime the thrown you threw away 7 years ago and im not talking about the kingdom thrown. Im talking about the thrown of power Drake sacrificed to save the planet."

Instantly Dracon connected the two of them. Drake must have been related to himself somehow. But how?

The demon grabbed Dracon and threw him on a premade metal saddle atop the dragons hide. "Hold on tight, were going for a long ride"

With a gust of wind the demon, dragon and Dracon all left the cave they had been in and crossed the mighty see flying high over the Storm of Gravija as to not get caught in it.

When they finally reached land Dracon was astounded at how many dragons flew amoung the sky with people on their backs. Some appeared to be human, and others appeared to be a mix of the two.

The demon got off and threw Dracon to the ground. "This is where you will train for the next four years until you have re-awakened Drakes power."

As he looked around a man ran up to him with a massive black egg shaped stone. "Sir Drake! Your dragon awaits!"

For four years Dracon trained with the demon and his new black dragon. He had to give up his training with alchemy in order to control the vast power constraints of his dragon which he named Drake.

His power grew exponentially and day by day the demon seemed less powerful. There swordsman skills began to rival one another and they matched blow for blow.

Drake grew fast but found he much rather faught on the ground than in the sky's above. His wingspan was over 120 feet across. They were the perfect match for each other and surprising to Dracon, Drake was just as smart as he was.

On the final day of the four years Dracon was presented with a crest with Drakes symbol on it. The demon finally told him to go back to his continent and that the riders and Necromancers of this continent would soon join him due to a rogue demon who was slaying everyone.

So now Dracon and Drake have returned to the land and are seeking out Dracos and Waugriff in hopes of ending Waugriffs reign of darkness.

Personality: Extremely good natured, does anything to help the underdog. Will never back down from a fight. He doesnt wear his armor as much as his brother, he often ventures with only his prince uniform on.

Dracon usually wears his white uniform which is lined with gold around the seems. In times of extremely battle he will where his blue armor.


Picture of his Dragon Drake:

awsome bro. i love him. if i could rate him, i'd give him the title of perfect. but that's just me.

Your original character of Dracon was perfect, and seen as this is the same but improved greatly, it is perfect yet again. A nice idea to introduce the new class Kaleb, and you made a damn good job of it.

ill redo it later with a perfect story, i was just kinda burned out on the new story ive been writing that is kinda like df just doesnt infringe on copyrights lol

Nice, very nice. Your dragon looks more like a fire dragon there Dracon. But it's good the have the second prince back in the mix.

Its a Dark Ground Dragon.


But good profile, excellent to have the other prince back and I'm glad I'm on the good side.

YAY KALEBS BACK!!!!

Yeah, Ive already seen this, but now I see you got yourself a Dragon...heh