Bassasail

Born under the Dragon of Corruption, Bassasail was born as the second smallest of all 7 siblings. Each dragon had its own power, and the father was always the harshest out of the entire family. Growing was not easy at all, hunting your own food even at an incapable age was difficult, and all of your brothers hated him more so since the eldest of the brothers, Genji was treating him with kindness. Genji and Bassasail came to terms when he was very young, in fact, they became the closest of friends rather then brothers. One day though, Genji was Damned, meaning he was sent from the palace of Corruption and into the real world and sentenced into a cave of darkness, where he would spend much of his time in grief and despair, but he had made different plans, where he felt more to home since he was a Dark based Dragon, and he was never seen again.

Genji:

Bassasail was the age of 37 (in human years) by this point and life only got more difficult. He had raided many other villages alongside his brethren, and when they returned Bassasail never received his cut, and instead only received a fiery blow to the face. He remained loyal until he snapped at the second eldest, Nuumas, a Light based dragon. Once they fought, there was no way of breaking it up, it was nearly catastrophic in the plains they were in. One thing Bassasail had Nuumas did not was smaller size, more defense, and more speed, unlike his flying brother Bassasail was always the scout, so he knew how to read weaknesses. But as he was starting to win the other brothers jumped him and brutally and fatally, nearly killing him until the father, Aeriolsa, came to the rescue, nearly killing his own sons to save another.
Months had passed, and Aeriolsa grew tired of Bassasail being so weak, and when he mentioned Genji the father re-injured his own son to shut him up. Knowing he will not be of much use anymore, the father would gather the other siblings and went towards Bassasail, and what seemed like a beating only turned worse. For Eight years straight, Bassasail was tortured, starved and left thirsting for something, his emotion grew bleak, grief and torment growing over him. Then the time came when they all Damned the second youngest out of their clan of Rogues, leaving him for dead and laughing. Bassasail was left craving something, something dark, he wanted the blood of his family.

Bassasail:

Bassasail was weaker then before, but his hate and rage grew more as time went by, and regaining what strength he had, he became known as the one without a tribe. He did not need one, and he did not need any sympathy from others. He wanted his brothers dead, and that is what he so desired. Years had passed and rumor of a sea monster destroying any in his path arose, taking down the tribes that came across its fangs and bearer the name of a beast. The Rogues had seen this, and knew whom it was, and in order to stop it they must be sent out of their own home to do so. But they could only go one by one for if they all wine tat once, it would be possible of another war outbreak. The youngest of the five was sent, Romas, the wind based dragon, was sent in a violent tornado. As he was sent he searched for Bassasail, looking for the kill. As he was over sea, he was ambushed by a familiar set of jaws and was dragged under water, but did not go down without fight. After taking some hits of his own, Bassasail was wounded badly after having the wind dragon shot a pulsing ball of fire in his eyes, damaging the lenses, but the older brother knew better and clamped onto the wing of the younger brother, and ripped the wings off. As the brother screamed in pain Bassasail grabbed the jaw and the top of the mouth and would rip off the head with some effort behind it. Tasting the blood of his brother was satisfying, but as an odd essence left his brother it surrounded Bassasail and went into his chest, knocking him out and letting him sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Romas:

Aeriolsa was the complete opposite of pleased, he was in complete anger, He could only send one of the son’s every four years in order for rumors and certain ordeals to die down, to keep hidden, which gave his enemy time to recalibrate. He would have to wait, and allow his sons to train even more to prepare for their easy victory. Although, he did the unthinkable, he would send two this time, something that was forbidden by himself but he knew that if this enemy lived it would only get stronger as time passed. If they sent the two at a time then this should prove to be fatal to the enemy, since they were far weaker and smaller. Hopefully the Rogues will take care of this small problem once and for all.

Bassasail, meanwhile, had discovered this new power, the power to breath fire. He had never used this before, but when did use it against another being much like him, he was happy that there was some shred of luck. Four years had passed and he was ready for the next battle, yet what shocked him was the next wave of two, and not one. Bassasail took into the deepest of the ocean as the Earth based Dragon, Genma, and the other bigger and stronger Water based Dragon, Vorhees, chased him. Genma was slower since he took the size of a titan and turned completely to stone, yet there was an easy flaw. The volcanic activity in the ocean floor would not be able to hold up against his weight, and soon he might just fall through. Bassasail was faster and smarter the his counterpart, but as he came back for a strike he was basked through a large rock and thrown into a volcanic trench. He regained his balance and shot fire at the foe, which blinded him for moments, but recovered in a fit of rage, and charged after the younger enemy. The chase once more began, Bassasail having no choice but to go through the volcano-like caverns, he dove straight for them. And as the elder enemy went through as well, his sheer size got stuck in between the rocks. The Earth Dragon stepped near the volcanic trench, but through all of the dust he saw a huge fiery glow shoot towards one of his two legs, the explosion of the glow shattering his fragile leg after being under water too long, and falling on top of the water dragon, crushing him as the magma slowly melted the two as the Earth Dragon shrank to normal size. Bassasail watched, grinning evilly as he took off to the surface. Three down, two to go. This was not easy though, he took some heavy damage, and luckily he was able to avoid the earth dragon’s wrath for a bit so the plan could develop. Without even a thought, Aeriolsa forced himself to go out of hatred and anger, sending Nuumas into play, and then taking to the skies before he could dematerialized into a disgusting blob, crashing into the ocean himself, his Corrupted form failing and so he began to transform slowly, while for Nuumas had to find and kill his last brother.

Vorhees:

Gemna:

Bassasail was tired, but his jaw dropped as he saw the Light Dragon walk upon land as well. The two rushed each other, clashing as Bassasail blocked the first attack but was pierced in the ribs with an odd crustaceous blade. Nuumas was always fond of sea creatures, granted he never turned into his true form, he preferred this form due to defensive and offensive purposes. As the two clashed, neither side was gaining the advantage, rather the opposite. They were both weakening each other, their lives on the line to finish what was started. Nuumas and Bassasail blocked each other again, one of the arms of the light dragon going for another swing. Not this time! Bassasail used his right arm (claws/hands… I guess) and caught the smaller arm, ripping it off and taking another his to the chest. He used the blade for a knife, tackling his older brother down and stabbing Nuumas in the throat. As they both shared the last few struggles, Nuumas became unmoving, the last few blinks nothing more then a reaction before the eyes went completely dark.
Weakened, Bassasail arose, sighing as he turned, only to see a larger, much more fiercer creature in his way of rest. This creature was Aeriolsa.

Nuumas:

Aeriolsa had completed his new form, a form that was far more superior then Bassasail’s. He laughed shooting off beams of dark yellow flames only for them to be dodged, Bassasail swam deep into the volcanic trenches like before, but he did not have a plan. On land he was no match, but in sea, he may prove to be a fight before his own death. The larger creature swam to the bottom as well, rushing Bassasail and crushing his own opponent. The reptilian dragon shot a ball of blue fire at the neck of the creature, causing it to stagger in surprise, yet no pain. He swam away, but came back in full speed and opened his jaw, grabbing large piece of armor and ripping it off. He swam off again and came back, doing the same until he was knocked down into he sea floor by a huge claw. He clawed and scratched as the large single claw dug into his right shoulder, slowly ripping it apart. Bassasail used his tail to knock one of the many legs down, causing the creature to loose its balance. As the creature stumbled and nearly crashed holes of oil shot up; the creature itself created holes of which. Bassasail saw the chance and charged up his fiery attack, his body glowing a violent blue as he swan at full speed towards the large creature, preparing a mouthful of blue fire as light was seeping through his scales and jaw. The creature regained its balance just in time to see its attacker, but it was too late, as the smaller foe struck head first into the creature’s abdomen, it released a powerfully hot blast of fire, causing the oil to catch ablaze and causing the underwater volcano to explode.

Aeriolsa: