#tazindrox

The great feast of Noblegarden has long been celebrated by the races of the Alliance and recently adopted by those of the Horde. On this joyous day, it is customary for the nobles and lords from each race to hide coins, candy, and the occasional treasures within special eggs painted to look like wildflowers. These eggs are then scattered around the major cities for the citizenry to find. 

Coming from a society where everyone was essentially treated as equals, this particular holiday left a bad taste in Taz’s mouth. It had been one of the strangest things to him upon the Dracthyr’s release into the world: The vast discrepancy between the classes of many of the various Azerothian cultures. The rich flaunted their riches while the poor struggled to make ends meet. It didn’t seem fair, yet no one really tried to do anything about it. Perhaps they thought there was nothing that could be done, or they had all been set in their ways for far too long. That he could understand to an extent.

It was a side of Azeroth he disliked. As he spent more and more time out in the world, he had come to find many things he disliked. Not about Azeroth herself, she was a beautiful world, but the people that tread upon her tainted and warped her to their liking. There was still so much good in the world, but there was an equal amount of bad, and it was difficult to know where he, or any of the Dracthyr, fit in sometimes. 

A look of intrigue spread over her Visage’s features, with a fair amount of skepticism. “I swear if you jumpscare me with something I will bite you.” Aleta playfully threatened as she did what was asked of her.

“No, no, I learned my lesson the first time.” He took her hand and led his friend and fellow Dracthyr slowly up a small path, ensuring she didn’t trip on anything along the way before turning her back to the gate blocking their path. “Okay, remember how you always talked about having a place of your own, and surrounding it with flowers and other pretty things?” While the Dracthyr had been created strictly for war, it didn’t mean they never formed their own hopes and dreams, even while under the influence of the Oathbinder.

“...Yes…What did you do Taz?” 

“Well, now that I am making a good amount of gold, I wanted to give you something nice. Go ahead, open your eyes.” He nodded towards the gate after she did just that.

She slowly turned and opened the vine covered gate before her, stepping onto the rock path as she set her eyes on the small cottage before her. A glance was given back at Taz, as if asking for more of an explanation as to what was going on here.

“It’s yours. I had this built for you. You can plant whatever you want in the gardens, I already planted some hochenblume as I know they are your favorites. I left packets of seeds for many other types of flowers from all over Azeroth on the table inside, so you can look at the pictures and pick which ones you prefer. Or you can just plant all of them. Do whatever you want, this all belongs to you now.” He smiled, these days he was much better with controlling his Visage’s facial expressions.

Aleta didn’t speak at first, instead choosing to wander around and look at and touch everything. Inside appeared to be designed for a Dracthyr, everything was a little bit larger but would still work just fine if she chose to be in her Visage form. It was simple, but it was perfect. Fingertips brushed along the dozens of seed packets resting where he said they would be, and then atop the soft bedspread. They never used beds in the before times, and now this was all hers. 

Her eyes landed on a set of framed photos on the wall, they had both gone a little photograph crazy after discovering the goblin devices existed. There was a selfie of the both of them in their Visage form, then in their Dracthyr form, and a photo of them in their finest at Vixannya’s gallery opening. Neither really knew how to control their Visage expressions well at those times, which made the pictures all the more special - and kind of hilarious.

She turned to look at Taz who now stood in the doorway and immediately ran over and threw her arms around his neck, “I love it so much, thank you Taz.” A kiss was awkwardly placed upon his lips; it hadn’t been the first time, but clearly neither were accustomed to the action in their Visage forms. They both had assumed it to be a friendly gesture, but he was no longer certain his feelings were only friendly these days.

tw: burn wound, death mentions

Tazindrox rubbed the healing balm onto his charred scales with a wince; sure, the scales aided in protecting him against a variety of attacks, but being splashed with lava was definitely not ideal in anyone’s book. This would leave behind some sort of scarring no doubt, something he was no stranger to in his Dracthyr form. Silently he wondered if it would transfer to his Visage form as well. This would be his first ‘major’ injury since the Dracthyr were released and had discovered their ability to choose a more ‘human-like’ body. Would the new scars now stay, or would they disappear like his others? He would find out soon enough.

For now, they could all revel in the fact that the massive lava serpent, Volocross, was dead. It was a tense and HOT battle, being constantly surrounded by and trying to dodge flame and lava. Others weren’t as lucky, and Taz counted his blessings that his own misfortune wasn’t any worse. He had seen some of his own brethren getting knocked into the moat of lava. Nothing would ever be found of them, and he could only hope that their deaths were swift.

Setting the balm aside. he stood and put weight on the leg; not great, but he could fight if needed. The healers would get to him a bit later, he was low on the triage totem pole and they were already working overtime. In the blink of an eye, he was now standing in his Visage form, eyeing where the fresh wound once had been. There was nothing there. His skin looked pristine despite the burning pain still emanating from it. How strange. All of it was an illusion, after all, so of course there was no need to display any blemishes.

But could he if he wanted to? He had seen others in their Visage forms with scars, had they received them in that form? It was all a big mystery to him, and likely to the majority of the others as well.  He was the one that chose this form, completely free of scars and any other distinguishing mark that might be seen as an imperfection. Had that been a conscious choice, and why?

He rubbed a hand over where the burn scar should be, face twisting briefly in pain. He wasn’t sure if he liked this, but he didn’t know how to make the wound appear on this form. Pulling out the small notebook from his pocket, he flipped the pages to a certain section and made a quick note for himself, among the dozens of others that had been written there over the past year. There were still so many questions, still so much left unknown. Questions for another time when the World Tree, and his leg, weren’t burning.

Tazindrox - World of Warcraft Dracthyr OC

It was hard to believe they were only a couple months shy of the Dracthyr’s ‘release date’. It had felt like a lifetime ago that Tazindrox had crawled out of his creche amidst all the chaos and death happening around him, breathing fresh air for the first time in 20,000 years. That had been a confusing and upsetting time in all of their lives, but new beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

Ten months wasn’t nearly enough time for the Dracthyr to absorb all the new information being suddenly thrown at them. There was so much history, geography, languages, and everything else in between to learn. It was overwhelming, but it was also liberating in a way Taz had never known or felt before. They were free now. Free to pursue their own lives with no expectations forced upon them any longer. While the majority of them did remain behind to assist in the Dragon Isles, Taz included, afterwards he could do…anything. Everything.

At times it felt almost too good to be true.

They were officially a part of Azeroth now and no one could control them. They could go out and get ‘normal’ jobs; some of them opted out of the fighting and already had. Like many others, Taz was still lost about what to do or where to go once the campaign in the Isles was over. Aiding his brethren in retaking their home in the Forbidden Reach and rebuilding was the most obvious option - not to mention the safest and the easiest. 

But was safe and easy what he really wanted to do with this new life? He respected those that preferred that option, but now was not the time to play it safe.

Once the fighting was done in the Isles, should he still have his life, he would explore the ‘new’ world and immerse himself in different cultures and languages. Maybe even become an Ambassador of some sort. Life was too fleeting and the Dracthyr were given a second chance to forge their own way in this world. That is just what he planned to do.

TAZINDROX CHARACTER INFO

*Art by Zoratrix*

The Basics ––– –

Name: Tazindrox

Nickname(s): Taz

Age: Ancient

Birthday: Unknown

Race: Dracthyr

Gender:  Male

Marital Status: Single

Dracthyr Physical Appearance ––– –

Height: 9′0″

Build: Absolute Unit

Eyes:  Bright glowing yellow w/vertical slits

Distinguishing Marks: Various scarring scattered mostly along his forearms and thighs, and one large scar on the left side of his neck. Silver band wrapped around the base of his most prominent right horn with his name inscribed.

Visage Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Bright red that fades into black, slightly wavy

Eyes:  Same as Dracthyr form

Height: 6′6″

Build: Mesomorph/Athletic

Distinguishing Marks: Black scales are minimal, focused mostly on his shoulders and around his eyes; striped along his sides, forearms, and thighs. Scarring that is present on his Dracthyr form does not show on the Visage form. Silver band wrapped around the base of his right horn with his name inscribed.

Tattoos: None yet

Piercings: Both earlobes just once

Likeness: Austin Butler

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Fighting alongside the other Dark Talons for the Dracthyr army. Ambassador for the Dark Talons.

Hobbies: Still working on figuring that out! He obviously enjoys sparring, and has recently discovered rock climbing and taken to that. He also finds his eyes often drawn to the sky at night and is starting to learn about the various constellations, and just enjoys being outdoors in general. He’s definitely in the experimental phase of his life, where he is trying to find a new purpose other than just fighting. He also LOVES collecting shiny bits of metal and will often times remove nuts and bolts from various objects to add to his collection.

Common Accessories: Keeps a little notebook on him at all times that he can be seen writing in at random.

Languages: Draconic, Orcish, Common

Residence: A small apartment in Valdrakken

Birthplace: The Forbidden Reach in the Dragon Isles

Religion:  None

Patron Deity:  None

Fears: Being put back into stasis, losing his Visage form (he’s grown oddly attached to it, and it’s just fun to be someone/something different), losing more of his weyrn.

Personality: Friendly and (hopefully) charming when not on the battlefield, maybe a little lost and confused at times - things are all still fairly new and he’s learning so much every day! He’s very curious and isn’t afraid to ask ‘dumb’ questions, there’s A LOT the Dracthyr need to catch up on. Generally he’s quite kind, generous, and extremely protective, especially to those he considers a friend.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse:  None

Children:  None

Parents:  Father - Neltharion, Mother - None

Siblings:  All of his clutch-mates

Pets: None

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch | unknown

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch | unknown

Turn ons: Muscles, strength in body and in mind, toothy grins, long hair, shiny jewelry

Turn offs: Weakness, whining, unnecessary cruelty, bad nails/claws

Love Language: Acts of Service

Relationship Tendencies: Unknown, he has never been in a relationship before!

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Never

Drugs: Has yet to try any!

Alcohol: In social settings

RP Hooks ––– –

DRACTHYR: Other Dracthyr are obviously welcome to know him from before, I’m open to pre-established relationships of any kind!

VALDRAKKEN: Currently living in the city, but can often be found in various other capital cities all over the world as an ambassador.

BATTLEFIELD: Likely found following the main storyline of the current events happening in game.

EVENTS: Any events he’s at, you can assume he’s probably either standing around and looking lost, eating all the food, or writing in his little notebook. Feel free to approach at any time!

Looking For ––– –

Friends, lovers, enemies, family. As mentioned above, pre-established relationships with other Dracthyr is welcomed!

I’m open for any type of RP whether it be happy or dark, storyline or slice of lifel ! He is not my main so I won’t be on him all the time, but I love headcanoning and the occasional discord RP for those in-between times.

How to Contact ––– –

OoC: Here on tumblr, my main tumblr I follow from is @turning-through-the-never​, or on Discord at dicenne

Eyes darted over the ‘red carpet’, which much to his surprise was an actual red carpet where people posed and showed off their wardrobe for the evening. How peculiar. BUT! He said he was going to experience it all, and that was the plan! Being one of Vixannya’s VIP guests certainly had its perks, and it allowed him and his plus one access to a variety of fashion designers willing to dress them for the night. 

He preferred simplicity and comfort over extravagance, knowing this was to be an all night event. His ‘date’ and clutchmate Aleta opted for the full works. She had decided to join him in her Visage form and wanted to be pampered and made to look beautiful. At least whatever standard of beauty the other inhabitants of Azeroth followed. She wasn’t so convinced that Tazindrox was actually handsome and that she had ‘an ethereal beauty’ about her. They had made a charming and precious duo on this ‘red carpet’, not really understanding posing or the intricacies of certain facial expressions - which immediately made them a paparazzi favorite.

The gallery was intriguing, especially to Aleta who had not spent a whole lot of time among non-Dracthyr. Pointing towards his portrait and exclaiming loudly, “Is that your dick?!” elicited a handful of nearby chuckles, but it really was a peculiar thing when you had never seen one before, especially on your friend, whom you had never seen naked in his Visage form. Briefly afterwards, she asked in a more hushed tone, “Can you show it to me later?” It would certainly be a night of many firsts for them both!

The afterparty itself was completely unexpected. He had heard the descriptions and the vague tales, but he never imagined this. The opulence of it all was overwhelming, and Tazindrox found himself completely caught off guard the moment he walked through those darkened curtains into the gleaming lights of the Water room. It felt like a dream come to life, and immediately he wanted to explore everything.

Aleta curled her fingers around his forearm, clearly experiencing the same reaction as her large, rose-colored eyes drank up the space. “Holy fuck! I hope you have your notepad on you...”

“Holy fuck indeed….and of course I do” He patted his chest before immediately honing in on the massive display of food, which included people lying nude on the table covered in what appeared to be raw fish. Weird. “Food, and exploring?”

“Yes.”

There were all sorts of dishes from all over Azeroth being offered, with a waitstaff and chefs on hand to fulfill any special requests. The two of them immediately loaded up their plates to the extreme, and then some, before starting their trek around the rooms, snacking and staring in awe.

Taz exchanged pleasantries and introduced his friend to any familiar faces they ran into, but mostly their attention was occupied by just observing everything. And eating, of course. There was so much food, they didn’t want it to go to waste! He did, however, warn her that overeating or drinking too much in her Visage form would be a horrible idea and make her sick. They had a lot of space to cover, so pacing themselves was key.

Aleta’s favorite area was Earth, especially the hidden secret gardens with fairy rings that when you stood in the middle, illusions of fairy dragons would come to life and begin to sing and flit around. The first time it happened, they both startled and spilled some of the contents from their stacked plates, although the moment the food touched the ground it magically vanished. Which, naturally, stole their attention for a while as they attempted to figure out where it went, and then how their plate suddenly refilled with the very thing that was dropped. Fairy rings were definitely magical!

Moving onto the Air room, Taz pointed out his good friend Ryland performing up on the silks. Aleta stared at him, not once looking away until the half-elf caught sight and gave her a charming grin and a wink. “...I think I may understand the appeal of these elves.” Typical of Ryland to capture the heart of just about anyone, he hadn’t seen Aleta that smitten with anyone since the before times. “He makes my loins feel very tingly. It’s a strange feeling in this form.”

“That’s a fairly usual reaction around him, I have come to learn. It happens to me too.”

“Huh. I think I would like to look at his dick later too.”

Taz nearly snorted his drink out through his nose. Any passers-by would have likely assumed that comment was sexual in nature, but he wasn’t so sure. She was curious, just like him. Although if anyone were to seduce her, it would probably be Ryland. At one point much later in the evening, Taz was fairly confident that he had when he noticed them slipping into a dark corner and remaining there for a good 20 minutes.

After a few more moments of staring, they made their way into the Fire room: This was Taz’s preferred element. He made sure to point out not to step on the lava on the floor because it may melt their fancy shoes. Although once they saw others wandering across it, it was decided that it was safe to traverse. It was loud and flashy in this room and there was fire everywhere, and neither quite knew where to put their focus. Until he noticed Dicenne on the main stage, armed with two flaming whips.

“Ohhh, I have met him before, he’s a very nice fellow.”

Aleta canted her head to one side, a little uncertain about that description. He wore a little bit of leather and a lot of body paint, glitter, and oil. She found herself mesmerized once more, especially when the end of one of those whips snapped around a nearby human’s wrist and yanked her closer, where they proceeded to do things that were perhaps more suitable behind closed doors. 

Neither could look away though, and that was probably the point of it all. Fire was an extremely dangerous element, and something about watching this happen live in front of their faces felt dangerous as well. It took a few moments to realize that Dice and his current partner weren’t the only ones enjoying these types of pleasures.

Taz slowly glanced towards Aleta, who was currently holding onto and gnawing at what appeared to be a piece of steak as she watched Dicenne and the human woman. “...Wanna get some more food?”

“Yes.”

With that, the two quickly made their way back to Earth to overindulge in their own way. They could explore more later, but this was more important.