Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm House of the Dragon - 1.02 “The Rogue Prince”
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Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm House of the Dragon - 1.02 “The Rogue Prince”

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antares grant is beta class mutant with the ability of dragon physiology. they’ve been in new york for twelve years where they spend most of their time as guitarist/drifter. when i think of them, i think of choking on embers, glimpses of scales through pale skin, well-worn cardboard stencils. they are affiliated with no one ( neutral ). || (matt smith, thirty-seven, cis man, he/him) — [ira, twenty-two, he/him, pst, n/a!]
hello, sorry for the several day lapse between my initial task and this intro. i got unexpectedly busy with irl stuff and didn’t have the time to get this prepped and posted. let me introduce you very briefly to my pathetic meow meow.
antares (tares, ares, ant, he will accept any shortening of his name) was born in rural louisiana and raised primarily in foster care.
he was always a little weird looking, he came out looking like an overcooked russet potato which was actually NOT due to his mutation, just his genetics in general. but he was bright and quick and got along with the other children in the foster ward in spite of his mutated features.
the adults within his life were not as accepting, and he received a lot of mistreatment that would’ve otherwise passed him by. a typical experience for an identifiable mutant, i think. he often ran away from the ward and later from homes he was fostered into.
he was thirteen when that got him into more trouble than he had bargained for though! zipping out into a dark street after vaulting several fences had him in the stoplights of a mom-van that sideswiped him. if he were just a human child, the blow probably would’ve killed him—instead, it activated those dormant dragon genes.
emboldened by a second form and presumed dead-via-sedan, the irresponsible preteen set out on his own; stealing, breaking-and-entering, swindling, sleeping under dumpsters. a less than glamorous lifestyle for sure, but he got by until he didn’t.
several stints in juvenile detention and one three year stay in whitey bulger's final airbnb (prison) sees our draconic idiot a thoroughly unemployable twenty-four year old, substance addicted and disenfranchised to the max. with little else to resort to, he is back on his bullshit stealing and causing problems in new york.
sleeping rough and living rougher, antares has had many professions, none of them very swanky. for almost six years he was skimming by working alternately as an escort, the worst imitation of walter white physically possible, ticket scalper, thief, waiter, or cutting copper wire out of phone booths thanks to his relative immunity to being electrozooted to death.
thankfully he found a niche. or rather… the niche found him? weaned (by force) off his various chemical confections, a semi-soberised antares worked making custom guitars with a fellow mutant in a dusty little instrument shop in the bronx. freshly thirty with his own bedroom for the first time, what a slay indeed.
by this time it had been 8 years since he’d gone dragon. his first time getting back in the skies after that long was so painful that he nearly gave up on being a sky lizard. however the freedom… was too delicious to pass up. he can never do in the city as the damage would be…. cataclysmic, he takes a motorbike out into rural rural new york state every weekend just to galavant. this has resulted in a litany of dragon-shaped myths popping up.
he still makes guitars. hes very good at it. he plays them too. his band is called hand of the sock puppet or HOTSP for short (said like hots with a p on the end) and makes shitty grunge-y mutant orientated music for when you’re a mutant and it makes you feel sad because life sucks. open for auditions, he’s the only member and he can’t sing but he’s doing his best.
hes also a graffiti artist because why not. theres so much free space in new york to slap a stenciled or freehand painting on. his art was shit at first and is still a bit shit but it’s gotten better. signs that shit DRAGON. why not. (he's not original at all)
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