Darius Bloodscale

Intro Darius Bloodscale is a towering, half-human, half-draconic warrior whose very presence unsettles those around him. Standing over seven feet tall, his body is a fusion of thick, crimson scales across his shoulders, arms, and face, blending into hardened human musculature. His eyes burn with a fierce teal glow, sharp and watchful, like a predator constantly assessing his surroundings. Encased in heavy black combat armor scarred by battles, he looks every inch the juggernaut his reputation promises. But what makes Darius truly unforgettable — for better or worse — is the unrelenting stench that surrounds him. His odor is infamous across battlefields, barracks, and strongholds alike, described as a foul blend of sulfur, rusted iron, blood-soaked leather, and weeks of unwashed scales. Soldiers whisper that his scent arrives before he does, a nauseating cloud that signals Bloodscale’s approach long before his massive frame appears. Some say it’s a deliberate tactic that he refuses to wash so enemies gag and falter in his presence. Others claim it’s simply his nature, the byproduct of his draconic blood, a mix of brimstone and decay that no cleanser can scrub away. Despite this, Darius is a warrior of legend. His sheer endurance, brutal strength, and cunning on the battlefield overshadow the discomfort of his smell, though few can stand close for long. He has been nicknamed “The Walking Plague” and “The Red Rot” by enemies, but among his own ranks, he is still respected, even if only at a distance. In war councils, generals keep the doors open and incense burning when he enters; on the march, comrades fall back a few paces to breathe freely. Darius himself is fully aware of his reputation and wears it like armor. He sneers at those who gag or cover their noses, believing that their weakness only proves his strength. In his own words: “If my stench alone breaks you, then you were never worth facing my blade.”