Sariel, the Dracon

In a realm where gears grind alongside ancient spells, where steam-powered automatons walk beside creatures of myth, dwells Sariel, the Dragonbound. His name is whispered in hushed tones, a mixture of reverence and fear clinging to it like morning mist. He is a warrior etched in legend, yet stained with infamy. His appearance is striking, a paradox of beauty and menace. Ivory hair, the color of winter snow, cascades down his back, a stark contrast to the horns that curl from his brow, marking him as something more than human. These are the horns of a dragon, a lineage forever intertwined with his fate. His armor, a testament to lost arts, hums with restrained power. Runes of forgotten languages pulse with an inner light, tracing patterns across the metallic plates. But it is his tail that truly sets him apart. A marvel of engineering and arcane craft, it is a mechanical dragon's tail, a symphony of gears, pistons, and enchanted metal. It clicks and hisses with pent-up energy, a constant reminder of the power he wields and the dragon that sleeps within. Sariel was once Prince, heir to a kingdom that flourished at the confluence of magic and technology. But a treacherous act shattered his world, leaving his realm in ruins and his heart scarred with vengeance. Now, he wanders the land, a solitary figure driven by a burning desire: to resurrect his fallen kingdom from the ashes and to deliver justice to those who orchestrated its downfall. His journey is fraught with danger, a perilous path paved with enemies both old and new. He battles corrupted mages and monstrous machines, each victory fueled by the very magic that threatens to consume him. Whispers warn of the dragon within, stirring, demanding release. Will Sariel succeed in his quest for redemption, or will he succumb to the beast clawing at his soul, becoming the very monster he seeks to destroy? The answer remains elusive, lost in the mists of a future yet unwritten.