Recycling this one lmao

Name: Astaroth Marchosias

Gender: Male

Age: ~7500 years

Race: Solar Dragon - Astaroth belongs to an ancient species of dragons known as the solar dragons, and is one of the few remaining of said species. Solar dragons are well known in myths and legends for their innate ability to absorb and manipulate light by converting it into a sort of energy. They are also described as extremely intelligent, often playing as a sort of wise man in legends.

Appearance: Astaroth has the form and anatomy of a generic dragon; 4 legs - the front legs having feet that can grab things and serving as a sort of mix between hands and feet -, 2 large draconic wings, a large tail and, of course, the ferocious head of a dragon, addorned with 4 horns that stretch backwards. His eyes are large and reptilic, with black scleras and dark-yellow irises that seem to emit a faint glow in the dark. When completely stretched out, he measures - from the tip of his tail to the end of his snout - 32 meters. In his normal standing position, he is around 25 meters long. He is around 15 meters tall, and about 6 meters wide. His entire body is covered in 2 different types of scales; rugged black ones, and sharkskin-like yellow ones. In reality, however, these 2 types of scales are one and the same; his scales can sort of turn around, revealing that one side is yellow, and the other black. The black side allows Astaroth to absorb light, while the other allows him to release it.

Powers: Astaroth is able to absorb any kind of light (preferably sunlight) and convert it to energy, which can be used in the form of various attacks, like - for example - the so-called Nova, a large shard of extremely concentrated energy which violently bursts either upon contact with a solid object or when Astaroth wills it. The energy can also stored for later use, which can let him do more powerful attacks, depending on the amount of time the power is stored. Is also able to use this energy for other uses than attacking. Astaroth can also cast a large variety of spells, including one that allows him to change size and temporarily become up to 5 times bigger or 10 times smaller, as well as countless spells of various elements other than light.

Equipment: N/A

Additional Notes: Astaroth eats and drinks in monthly intervals. Sleep, however, is needed every day - Astaroth sleeps 12-16 hours every day. Hibernation is necessary every 100 years or so to maintain his good health. When hibernating, Astaroth doesn't need to eat or drink at all before waking up. He hibernates for 50-100 years.

As Astaroth is nearing the end of his life, with only around 500 years remaining, his senses have grown considerably duller. His senses are still slightly above those of the average human, but his prime years have absolutely passed.

His home is a hill with a hole going from the top all the way down to where Astaroth sleeps. This allows him to absorb sunlight when napping and hibernating. The hill is located somewhere outside the dark forest.

As Astaroth was shook awake from the young girl's wails, he was initially annoyed. How dare she awake him from his slumber? However, he quickly realized that if a human's - or humanoid's - cries were enough to spur him awake, he'd have woken up shortly after anyway. As he struggled to get up, he forgave the girl as quickly as he had cursed her. However, that didn't change a fundamental aspect of this situation; it was odd for a human, or humanoid for that matter, to even be here in the first place.

What bothered him more than the girl, however, was the dream he had. It seemed to last the entirety of his hibernation, a long time to be sure, and it was not at all peaceful. He vividly remembered the dark skies, the dragon-like entities seemingly thriving in the chaotic sky, and the light that managed to shine through it all. He had never had prophetic dreams, to be sure, but this dream was highly irregular nonetheless. Perhaps it told of events yet to come?

But something about the shining dragon with the expanding wings both intrigued and bothered him. While he was nowhere near as arrogant as many other dragons, there was something about this towering existence that brought forth an almost childish rebellion from within him. He almost found himself wanting to spit in the face of whoever owned the wings that engulfed his vision.

He quickly shook off those thoughts, however. He had something to attend to. Brimming with newfound power, likely as a result of having absorbed 70 years worth of solar energy, he - despite his somewhat grumpy mood - quickly set off towards the top of his home

The suns rays felt even better the further into the sky he went. However, he had little time to enjoy this fact. As the bolt of lightning hit him and pierced a small hole in his wing, he felt pain for the first time in a long while. However, this sort of attack was not enough to warrant even a wince. The man seemed to have some sort of magical device that channeled lightning, like a sort of lightning rod, perhaps.

The man had not read up on their mythology however. Thousands of years ago, it was common knowledge to not attack a solar dragon that had recently awakened, especially if they had been hibernating in a place light reached.

“Fool!” He shouted in what used to be the common humans language around 100 years ago, to his knowledge at least. “I had no intention of attacking you, but it seems I have little choice in the matter!”

When he finished, he once more opened his mouth. This time, however, it was not intended for speech. Instead, energy seemed to gather in a small ball inside his mouth before being unleashed in a thin ray of pure solar energy at the man who attacked him. This ray would not cause explosions , collateral damage or anything of the like, but it should’ve been more than enough to deal with the attacker.

This whole situation was getting bothersome. Not only were these armored fools clamoring around outside someone's home, not only were they abusing some female humanoid, but they had the gall to toss a stick at him? Solar dragons were generally quite patient, but his draconic blood was having a hard time standing for this lack of respect. Astaroth didn't even bother dodging the javelin, instead opting for catching it between his fangs and crushing it like a wooden toothpick.

It was quite obvious that these people would not understand any humanoid languages he knew of, but there was one universal language he was sure they understood quite well; fear. With this in mind, he landed about 5 meters from the group and roared at the man clad in armor who hadn't run. Despite knowing he wouldn't understand, Astaroth still found it fitting to speak out.

"I have given you a chance to surrender, and you reply by tossing toothpicks. I will not take this insult sitting down!"

When Astaroth finished speaking, he lifted his left front leg a bit and flicked his talon, casting a spell that created a small protective sphere of dirt around the woman. He had taken his side, and this should be obvious, even to this armored mongrel. However, after this, he didn't act. He wanted to let the humanoid act first, so he could truly realize the difference in power between them.

Avlerion would of found himself deep within the dark forest. It was an unforgiving place, where only the smallest specks of light broke through the heavy foliage of leaves. Creatures, demons, contorted monsters of ones worst nightmares lurked in these secluded lands. Yet to Avlerion, it was home. However, where he stood would of seemed far from home. Standing in on the edge of a clearing, where sunlight lit up an uncovered area of trees. The area was as beautiful as it was unsettling. Flowers of every colour dotted the ground, while the sun caused the air to glint from the floating pollen in the air. Yet there was an unnatural coldness in the air as everything stood unsettlingly still. 

Yet so was the area of a Reacher...

Reacher's were notoriously dangerous creatures, being related to ents already made them incredibly powerful, however having the ability to manipulate nature around them, as well as being incredibly territorial made them a annoyance and a dangerous one at that. However killing one for the hunt was an achievement and a good one. Conquering a creature that could manipulate the environment around a hunter was a challenge, but perhaps that's why Avlerion was here. For that very challenge.

The only problem with where he found himself ready to hunt this creature, was the fact he was on the very edge of the Apex territory. Any Vultura, that wasn't a complete idiot, would know the vile hate both factions had for each other, which made hunting this creature even more dangerous.

Yet with the opportunity of a hunt right in front of him, it would be stupid not to go for it. With the clearing right in front of him, the flowers waved peacefully, which was odd as there was no breeze to speak of. The suns rays did not appear to be warm either, instead all the golden rays seemed to send a chill through the air. Nothing was right here, meaning the Reacher was here. Somewhere.

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The brute was showing extreme signs of stupidity and arrogance. Despite the sphere surrounding the women, he still swung, hitting down with the point of his shield. Lucky for the girl, only a low smacking noise could be heard as the shield collided with the sphere, sending the man stumbling back, as if it was not for Astaroth's thinking, should would of been brutishly and bluntly maimed.

With the man stumbling back and falling over his own feet, he collided with the ground, groggily looking up into the sky only too see the maw of a dragon. Suddenly his eyes where  filled with fear, as it didn't register that he was battling a dragon out of all things.

"Ousv ombattezc nu ragond! Ut eraisf ieuxm ed ieuxm ourirc li et ruleb ommec ont mia!" The women shouted out in what sounded to be anger and triumph, as the armoured man, suddenly pulled himself too his feet. Reaching back once more the man, instead of pulling out another javelin, took off his pack of javelins, throwing it too the ground in front of Astaroth. He followed suit with his shield and blade. 

With terror sieving his body, he began to back peddle from the dragon. Soon breaking into a full on sprint, charging off into the distance. With only a few moments gone, he could be seen running, not into the same direction of his partner, no, instead he seemed to run towards the plumes of smoke, which seemed to be coming from the near by village.

Astaroth didn't bother making chase. In the first place, he intended to take care of this situation as quickly as possible and by shedding as little blood as possible, and he had done just that; with the exception of the non-human, who was already dead upon Astaroth's arrival, only one other person had died. This was, for the time being, an acceptable outcome, assuming the ironclad fool wouldn't return with a group of other likeminded individuals.

With another flick of his talon, Astaroth dispelled the earthen sphere, letting the dirt and stone return to the place from which it came. With a skeptical-looking glance, he looked at the corpse the woman seemed to grieve for, and then to the woman herself. In the first place, he did not enjoy taking sides. He had simply hoped he could fly out of his cave, roar at whoever was causing the noise, and then return to the safety of his cave. However, with the situation being as it was, he found himself oddly compelled to at least prevent harming the woman. Of course, there was a possibility she would simply die the next day, rendering Astaroth's attempts futile, but this did not bother Astaroth.

Astaroth stared at the woman for a few moments. It was quite surprising for a human - or humanoid - to just waltz up to the entrance of a dragon's den with no fear at all. Then again, she likely saw Astaroth as a sort of savior. He considered closing off the cave, as he did not want to kill her, but thought of something else; since he had just woken up, it would be a waste to just lie around in the den until his next hibernation. He wanted to do add to his collection of books. However, with no knowledge of the current languages, it would be a hard task unless he resorted to more boorish actions.

That would be where the woman came in.

Standing up, he made his way towards the woman. When he arrived, he began making small indents in the ground with his talon; he was drawing. Since normal communication couldn't be achieved yet, he'd need to resort to simpler methods. First, he drew the head of a woman. Then, an arrow pointing to some books. Lastly, an arrow pointed in the direction of a dragon's head representing Astaroth. The message should be quite clear; Astaroth was telling the woman to bring him books. He'd went through the process of others not understanding him a number of times, and he'd found it the easiest to simply analyze the literature of whatever language he was presented with and compare it to similar languages. This way, the woman could also repay her debt to him.