Donarr Brightscale

Age: 27
Sex/Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Dragonborn
Height: 7’6
Donarr Brightscale, towering at 7’6 with scales shimmering in hues of azure, was known throughout his tribe for his unyielding aggression and arrogance. His muscles bulged with power, a testament to his countless battles and unrelenting training. His father, the chieftain, had high hopes for him, but those hopes were shattered when Donarr’s reckless actions nearly plunged their tribe into war.
As punishment, Donarr was exiled from his tribe, and his father’s final words echoed in his mind. “You have brought dishonor upon us,” his father declared, the words cutting deeper than any blade.
Anger and confusion clouded Donarr’s mind as he wandered aimlessly. The isolation was suffocating, his rage like a storm within. It was during this turbulent time that a monk, calm and composed, found him. In a rage, Donarr attacked the monk and was soundly defeated. Afterward, the kind monk offered him a home and taught him a new path to walk.
With the monk’s guidance, Donarr embarked on a journey of self-discovery. The training was rigorous, testing his patience and resolve. He learned to channel his anger through meditation and discipline, transforming it into a controlled force. The monk’s teachings became his anchor, guiding him back from the brink of chaos.
Years passed, and with newfound clarity, Donarr decided to return to his tribe. But the homecoming was far from the triumphant return he envisioned. His father had passed, and his younger brother, Loken, now wore the chieftain’s mantle. Ambitious and cunning, Loken had seized power, marrying Donarr’s childhood crush, Murray.
A mix of emotions surged within Donarr—grief, betrayal, and a hint of lingering rage. But he knew better now than to let his emotions control him. With a heavy heart, he chose to leave, understanding that his place was no longer among his tribe.
White Stone became his new destination, a city teeming with life and strife. Here, Donarr found his purpose. The weak and downtrodden needed a protector, and he was ready to be that someone. He vowed to defend them, becoming a guardian of the city’s vulnerable.
Donarr’s reputation grew, not as the reckless warrior of his past but as a beacon of hope for the oppressed. His journey from exile to protector was far from over, but with every battle fought and every life saved, he carved a new path for himself—one of honor, control, and redemption.