Galbatorix King of Alagaesia [F]

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Name:
Galbatorix King of Alagaesia
Age:
136
Race:
Human - Dragon Riders
Appearance:

This man has been distorted down to the sickly pale skin that stretches tightly against the muscles that are strong and powerful covering his body. Long and angular his face makes him look like the elven creatures that all dragon riders have come to look like. Pointy elvish ears make him even more play into this part, and anyone could mistake him for one, it they didn’t know who he was. The cruelty in his eyes screams pain and loss but also the anger and wrath that will smite anyone who gets in his way of doing exactly what he wants when he wants it.

Black stringy hair falls down to his ears, greasy and nasty in a way that few people would suspect that a king would leave his hair like that. Tall and graceful his entire body screams of the eloquence that no man could ever hope to achieve in his deepest darkest dreams. Black eyes stare into the souls of many ripping out their most inner and personal feelings and laying them out before him. There’s nothing calm and brooding about him, only passion to a degree that delves to the bleakest corners of his scarred soul.

Long white fingers are lined with more precious stones, and metals then any other man that probably lives. There is nothing normal about this man, he looks like a figure from a darkest nightmares ready to jump out of the shadows and attack. In his eyes show the fury that sent him to kill every rider in the country and enslave their dragons as his immortal servants. Their hides have become his trophy, their scales dripping from his clothes and covering his belts. Dark and drab clothing made to look like something that a god might wear.

Although his insanity runs so darkly through his veins he still has a way of hiding this madness to get what he wants. A perfect killer, the ultimate mimic he can assume sanity to draw his prey closer to him, only to stab them in the back when they turn. Using this to his advantage he brings them close enough for comfort then when their eyes are turned he traps them, and resumes his insanity. In this way he has become a great deceiver, and he is an even greater liar.

Personality:

The boy that was lucky enough to get a dragon wasn’t anything like the man he is today, turning into something else entirely. The personality he once had had been torn apart and put together in some odd disfigured way, as if the pieces that didn’t fit were beat in to fit. So skewed has he become that he is some kind of monster ready to attack at the drop of the hat, and destroy whatever comes in his way. The king is an angry man, filled to the very core of his being with the loss that his past has thrust onto him turning him into a beast.

Parts of him remain, but those few pieces seem to be only a side note on the side of his overall behavior, and stature. A cold hard man has emerged, one that was forced to grow up too fast, and one that had no remorse for those who have failed in his eyes. Living without anything has taught him that little mistakes can kill a man just as easily as a large one can and has no tolerance for petty mistakes.

Arrogance runs thickly through every vein in his body making him an undesirable person to be around most of the time. This along with an anger that could spike at the slightest provocative makes him a real pain in the ass some times. If you impressed him enough he might give you respect, but it is hard to do in the best of situations, and if you disappoint him it’s almost impossible to get to a more respectable place in his mind. It’s not uncharacteristic for him to go off on little tantrums about things that seem relatively of little concern at the moment, and only he can understand the reason for them.

The complexity of his thoughts and the general intelligence that surround this man is masked by the insanity that runs thick through his veins. This knowledge delves more into the darker art forms of silent killing, and he is very much a sociopath. In no way is he afraid to destroy those around him for the sake of his own agenda and he shows no compassion or empathy for those who are in his way or of no use to him. It doesn’t stop there though, perhaps if that were it he wouldn’t be so completely insane.

A lust to kill is in his soul and everyday it is more and more predominant, as it slowly posses his mind. He kills to kill, and finds pleasure in the agony of those around him. It’s all a game to him, a game without rules, an ending, or morals.

History:

“I don’t remember much before I was ten, and even now that was only marked by the coming of my dragon. It was a long time ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. When I got it I was so stupid, so uselessly arrogant. I wanted to be the greatest but in now way could I ever hope to do what it would take to get there, I couldn’t have done it if I knew what it was. It’s hard now to say exactly what I did at those first few months as a dragon rider, but I remember that first day.

I know that I was great, I was a prodigy. They all revered me, but I always thought some of them were afraid of me. Afraid of what I could do, what I was capable of, but at that time I think I was a little afraid too, but I never showed it. Some people probably called me arrogant, but I don’t think that I was, I just chose to voice my superiority over other people more then others did.

Then came the day of my greatest down fall, it was like a slap against my face. Never since then have I ever felt such a horrible failure in my life, and I doubt I ever will again. It was a sad day, when I went into the spine out of the arrogance that I displayed. Going into that forsaken abyss I and several other went in to show that we weren't ametuer. Little did I know that I was, and when we got there it was a slaughter house.

It pushed me to a point so close to bursting the only thing that kept me going was the idea I might get another egg. I wandered for day, weeks, year I don't know how long it took but it seemed forever. I had to live on the land and when I got out I might as well have been dead. I basically clawed my way back to the riders, and upon finding them I asked for another dragon.

They denied me, I could have killed them, killed them all, but I didn't. I snapped that day, I think. I snapped and I figured out what I truly must do to become what I wanted. So, I plotted only for a little while then went to start my plan into action that would change them forever.

I convinced one of my 'pupils' a fellow dragon rider to kill one of the elders. It wasn't hard, he was close enough already, but afterwards I knew he wasn't useful anymore so I killed him, too. It wasn't hard, the boy was a pitiful excuse for a dragon rider, and I only used him because I had to. That was the first step in my scheme.

I ran away from them, then knowing that there was no way that I could finish in that state. Hiding far from any people that would dispose of me, or turn me in. There I met a most pacular creature that to this day I don't think I understand them. Perhaps I am more like him then I like to give credit for, but he taught me everything I needed.

After many years in hiding I came back, stronger then ever and convinced one of them. This one was strong, and he followed me into this crusade. So, we killed a man, and using spells that few people even knew exsisted much less how to use I bonded their dragon to me. That's when I gained shuriken, my greatest tool in my rise to power.

Slowly I gained people to my cause, but I killed them all, all of them. Each one I forced their Eldunari out of and my power only increased. It wasn't immediate, but later I did get the power that I had wanted. Slowly I took over all of Alagaesia and the kingdom became mine.

Only a few dared to oppose me, but those few destroyed my thirteen. Somehow their dragons names where tampered with so that no one could remember them. It was a great feat even for me, but it drove them mad.

For a while I went away to force my remaining eldunari to my will slowly gaining my power even more. Each one that did come into my power was one more that I didn't have to deal with. I did this for a while before I became powerful enough to quash any enemy in my way.

When I came back my empire was tore in every which direction, and so I set out to make it right. Quickly I gained the upperhand once more, and my empire was safetly in my control once more. So, for a few more years I would continue this, but as it seems that my power is secure I went back into my castle in Uru'baen. There I have been for the past two years, trying to unravel the mysteries of the true name.

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