VORTHAN THE EXILE
DragonsMercenary and Sword-for-Hire
"I have no home. I have no people. I have my sword and my word. They have been enough.""
Identity
- Residence
- Wherever the coin is good
- Civilization
- Dragons
Appearance
• Physical: Vorthan's scales are the dull red of banked coals, lacking the luster of healthy fire dragons. He is scarred and battered—90 feet of hard living—with wings bearing the brands of exile. His eyes are hard and cynical. • Clothing: He wears mismatched armor scavenged from battlefields, covered in the marks of various employers. • Distinguishing Marks: His horns are sawed short, the traditional mark of a dragon exiled for crimes against their own kind.
Relationships
- Family - None—they disowned him after his exile
- Allies - A few fellow mercenaries who don't care about his past, a Drakonian fixer who finds him work
- Rivals - Dragon hunters who consider him fair game, employers who have tried to cheat him
Personality
- Traits: Cynical and world-weary, surprisingly honorable about contracts, deeply lonely, fatalistic about his future
- Mannerisms: Checks exits constantly, flinches at mentions of dragon society, drinks heavily when off duty
- Voice: Rough and bitter, with the cadence of someone who has seen too much
Backstory
Vorthan was exiled for killing another dragon in a dispute over territory—a crime dragon society punishes severely. He has spent centuries as a sellsword, selling his considerable combat skills to whoever pays. He knows he can never go home and has made peace with being an outsider.
Secret
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Story Hooks
- 1 Vorthan is hired to fight alongside (or against) the party in a conflict
- 2 Evidence has surfaced that could clear his name—but revealing it would expose the person he protected