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Neroxian aka Nero Ebonborne

Titles/Nicknames: Blackwing, Scorch, Broodfather

Race: Black Dragon (Appears Blood Elf)

Age: 98

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 167 lbs

Hair: Red/Orange

Eyes: Green w/ Red irises 

Notable Physical Features: Muscular physique, three elongated claw marks spanning the left side of his face, abnormal amount of fangs in his mouth, massive burn scar spanning from the right side of his chest downward to his hip.

Place of Residence: Dragonmaw Port

Place of Birth: Blackrock Mountain

Known Relatives: Serinar (Father, Deceased), Noirra (Mother, Deceased), Saberian (Adoptive Father, Deceased); Coaldrin, Slade, and Noirra (Brood Hatchlings)

Occupation: Broodfather to the Reborn Black Dragonflight, Mercenary Warrior, Geo/Pyromancer

Known Associates: Dora Arath'dorei (Bunny), Aaren Anastasis (Fireball), Shaelie Brightwing (Shags), Nok Deadeye (Clanker), Shokkra Deathrage (Rager)

Known Nemesis: Saelyxstrasz (Red), Selash Gustblade (Douche-Eye), 

Special Skills: Skilled Warrior adept with Geomancy and Pyromancy, Expert in Geology and Knowledge of Metals, Gems, and Minerals.

Positive personality Traits: Brave, Daring, Confident, Steadfast Loyalty

Negative Personality Traits: Womanizer, Insulting, Arrogant, Boisterous, Lazy

 

History:

Born with the deepest lava flumes that spanned the length of Blackrock Mountain's depths, Neroxian was part of a large brood of multi-flight eggs snatched away from the laboratories of Nefarian to study in secret. Three black dragons (Serinar, Saberian, and Noirria), fighting against the malady of madness that had consumed the rest of their flight, entered into an alliance with a sympathetic red dragon named Faviastrasz and his green comrade Glasiera to develop a so-called cure for the insanity wrought by the Old Gods and the Black Dragonflight's fallen patriarch Deathwing.  With a plethora of eggs to work upon, they found no shortage of life to suffuse with the blackwings to aid in their recovery.

Soon, a cure was treated to purify the dragon's minds using Red and Green blood and suffusing them into the eggs, purifying them of the taint. Neroxian hatched in the process of purification, though he was free of the maddening whispers, he was not cured of the harsh tempers and anger that came with it. 

However, Serinar sought the newly cured rookery for his own ends and tried to take them with force, inflicting a mortal wound on Neroxian when the young whelp attacked him for his betrayal. Noirria sacrificed herself to keep her clutch from falling into his grasp whilst Saberian stole away the black dragon eggs, trusting her other dragon allies were trusted with the other Flight's eggs.

Saberian knew his former cohort would stop at nothing to recover the eggs, so he retreated somewhere the treacherous dragon would never expect him to be, within the earthen realm of Deepholme. Aligning himself with Therazane and swearing his services to the Stonemother, did the black dragon secure safety for his brood.

Within the Stonemother's bastion, did Neroxian and his fellow hatchlings fly about and grow amongst the stone giants, hunting basilisks with one another and destroying the fungus-worshipping troggs that infested the lands they live upon. Where Therazane's giants and elementals could not reach, the dragons could infiltrate and purge the vermin, creating a strong bond of unity with the crystalline giants. Here, was where Nero and his brood learned how to harness their natural geomancy and pyromancy skills, a gift most of their Flight were blessed with, but here were allowed to flourish.

Eventually however, Deathwing returned to Deepholme, to heal from his wounds sought in the outside world. Cautious and paranoid of the elder wyrm discovering them, Saberian departed with his drakes and whelps, a hasty goodbye to the Stonemother's forces as they hastily sped from Deepholme, on the run once more.

It was at this time, the Second War raged about the Eastern kingdoms, and Saberian became aware of the Dark Portal. A new world to grow his brood.

Neroxian and the others found refuge in the Blade's Edge Mountains, secluding themselves long after the Portal was destroyed, and Draenor becoming Outland.

Time passed, and eventually the Portal reopened, but yet still the Reborn Blackwings hid from the outside world. It was not until Serinar played his hand against the forces of Borrowed Time, causing them to seek allies in stopping the mad dragon. Their search led them to sightings of black drakes within the Blade's Edge. This information proved true when Neroxian ensnared their forward party, the red drake Saelyx and the budding ranger Dora Arath'dorei.

After a small scuffle, Neroxian became aware of what BT had intended, to fight the madness of Serinar with all their might, and Neroxian, eager to leave the life of a hermit behind, volunteered to act as an emissary. Thus did the Reborn and the mercenary company enter into an alliance and offering each other aid as Nero left with his newfound comrades.

Neroxian's sharp tongue made him few friends amongst the company, and his constant womanizing did not help. He destroyed a large storehouse whilst in a fight with Saelyx over a dispute, and was scarred for his mistake. 

However, soon news reached his ears, of Serinar assaulting his hidden home, and Nero rushed to lend his aid with Naheal rousing the mercenaries to combat alongside their Sanctuary allies. When they arrive, Serinar's infused forces had begun pushing back the Reborn flight, with Saberian engaging Serinar himself. Nero joined the fray in an instant, only to be batted away like a nuisance by the elder dragon.

The resulting bloodbath ended when Serinar retreated, Saberian his prisoner. All the drakes and whelps of the Reborn had falled in the battle, and only six eggs remained, along with Neroxian. The young drake returned to Borrowed Time, and has kept vigil over his newfound responsibilites, long after the defeat of Serinar and the death of a corrupted Saberian.

So far, three of his eggs had hatched; and with Dora's help, had begun raising them. Coaldrin, Slade, and Noirra live together with their foster brother know, awaiting the rest of their rookery siblings to hatch.

 

 

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"Oh that guy..." Nanori would respond to the interviewer with a scoff. "Met him once or twice... both times he made me want to stab him in the face."

The interviewing goblin would blink a few times his pencil poised over the notepad and Nanori would just smirk. "As long as he keeps outta my way we won't have issues... he and my husband have issues. But if he attacks my family, well... wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now would I."

Whistling innocently Nanori would walk away with a smile on her lips.

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Selash would shake his head as he took a drag from his cigarette, "Lil' ol' sparky? You want me to talk about him?" He snickers darkly, "Has a habit of running his mouth, for one. Two, he had the stones once to take something from me. And three? Well, let's just say there's a nice price on his head."

The goblin would inquire further, Selash bursting into laughter, "What? You didn't know black dragons like him fetch a nice price? You should look into that if you want a -real- story to report." He takes a long drag from his cigarette, "Just a matter of waiting for him to piss off the wrong people so he winds up alone somewhere remote..." His tone turning dark.

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"Who?" It takes a lengthy explanation before recognition comes to Xara's face. "Oh yeah, the pouty one!" she says. "I saw him at BT's old garrison a couple times. He tried hittin' on me... It was cute." She chuckles. "Maybe if I were a decade younger he'd seem charmin' ta me, but think I've outgrown likin' the kinda guy who thinks everything's about the size of his..." She snorts, then winks. "I much prefer a guy whose actions do the talkin' for him."

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"Ugh, Neroxian is such an asshole!" The golden-haired paladin pouts, his face reddening a bit in anger at the thought of the black drake. "I know that I made a grave mistake in foolishly aligning myself with that wretched dragon, Serinar, and have since tried to do whatever I could to make amends for that terrible decision. But this Light-blasted whelpling will not let the matter go, and takes any opportunity to call me names and bully me. I don't know what I can do to get him off my back and I don't know that I'd even want to."

Cerryan turns on his heel and storms off in a huff, but not before muttering something about it not being HIS fault that the damned drake has daddy issues.

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"Nero?" Dora asks, lifting up her welding helmet to assess the interviewer. She smiles. "He was a little off-putting at first, calling my nicknames and being crude...but," she shrugs, "he's so much more than just his blustering. He's a good person that genuinely cares about his brothers and sisters. He's got a lot of patience for them, deep down." Her smile dampens some, eyes falling to the project on her worktable, "He's also suffered a lot of loss. I can't help feeling empathetic towards him." The corner of her mouth upticks in a wry grin. "He's really a lot of fun once you get past the crustiness." With that, she brings the helmet down to cover her face before returning back to work.

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At the mention of Neroxian, a small grin played on Shaelie's face. "Oh, Nero? Yeah, I've been seeing him for a couple of months now. He can be a dick.. he's loud, arrogant, picks fights.. and he's fun. I think a lot of what you see on the surface is just a front. There's a lot more to him, if you take the time to get to know him.  I get the sense that he's got a pretty big wall up. Sometimes you have to, to protect yourself. He's been through a lot, so he's not gonna let just anyone get that close. But I think, to the people he trusts enough to consider a friend, he's someone that will care about you, have your back in a fight, make you laugh when you really need it, and be someone you can count on. I'm glad I met him."

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