(Draco)Gamer280

Hey, it's me Ollie or Draco. I am a variety streamer and now a Vtuber. Some of the games I play are League of Legends, Hades, Ark, Warframe, Genshin Impact, and Minecraft.As for my personality, I focus on being cute, energetic, and kind!I can't wait to see you when I next go live. Don't worry, I don't bite (often).Well, that's a short intro of me. Feel free to DM me cuz I like meeting people.
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The story for Draco-

Act one - rebirth -A child was playing upon a mountain zooming around chasing snowflakes around. He kept climbing up, chasing the snowflakes in an unusual current of wind. Slowly the snowflakes were taking up most of the vision of the child he couldn't see.
This was until he fell into a cavern and got impaled by icicles on the wrists. As he slowly bled out, he prayed towards the guardian of the mountain to save him. The snow around his body began to dissipate as the beating of wings begins to be heard.
Towering above him a white and silver dragon, lord of the peaks and conqueror of absolute zero. Behind him came rushing a silver wyrmling who came to rest on the chest of the dying child. But instead of waiting to watch him die the wyrmling looked up to their elder and then back to the boy. Choosing an alternative to watching him die he incased the boy with him and their bodies minds and souls melded into one.

Act 2 ~ Isolation and Conjuring -The young drakling wondered about the icy desert surrounding the mountain. Everything falls under the watch of the emperor, sat at the highest peak that pierces the atmosphere, the crescent of ice. Almost as legendary as the dragon lord who sits within it, but equally as deadly and unforgiving.Draco didn't want to live within this gaze, so one day after the elder fell asleep, he ran to the edge of the summit, sprouted out his wings descended to the tundra below. Walking about he sees true nature for the first time since rebirth. Trees, rabbits, wolves, arctic foxes stuff only taught to him by the Elder, this is his first time being able to see it firsthand.Tracing down the U-shaped valley, he flew further away until he went beneath the cloud layer, behind him the crescent of ice is shrouded. Feeling free he springs about with energy and joy.After floating about for a while he comes across a cavern of ice, in which he settled in for the night. As he curled up he felt alone for the first time in his life he didn't have the elder nor did he have his siblings with him. It was cold, not temperature-wise, he felt a cold resonating from within him an emptiness and longing. He didn't escape this feeling when he went to sleep within the dream space he watched as he drifted further away from his home on the crescent of ice, further and further into an unknown.When he awoke he was already ready to be rid of this emotion, so he left the cavern and began to trace circles on the floor. Lines and runes carved into the snow in intricate detail. The runes corresponded to different aspects such as draconic and companion but in the centre, the rune of Mannaz (self) is carved. Draco sits atop the rune and places his palms on the ground, the crystals on his wrist begin to glow resonating with the energy he is drawing on.A swirling storm begins to be conjured up around him soon it becomes a blizzard, cutting off his vision of the surroundings but although he can't see past it withing the carvings the snow that settles glows an ethereal blue like the nebulas that were visible from his home. A low pitched roar is heard as out of the blizzard as two grey eyes lock in with his, they disappear and reappear about the edge and then after the full engraving is glowing the beast steps forth. A drakling like him but without the human element appears before him.Its wings were a void-like black with the twinkling of stars forming within them horns exactly like Draco's, a long tail with fluff at the end. The scales were a mix of silver dipped into a butane. As the drake stepped forth towards Draco the pattern burns up and swirls about bringing in the blizzard with it, it coalesces into a gem that he picks up, now no longer alone he gives the Drake a cuddle and decides to name it Bink.Taking the Drake inside the cavern he goes into a hall that he dug out and conjures up an icy throne. Within the top of the throne, he places the gem formed by the ritual and on either side of the throne, stellar gates open and two more drakes, appear one with sparkling gems all around named glitter and a small grey wyrm who he named Tiny.The drakes soon set out to work tunnelling through the ice into twisting corridors into big chambers. The first to be constructed was Draco's room with a grand bed within it and other niceties. Bink ventured out to gather furs and hides to be used in the rooms to make them comfier so that the only thing to look at wasn't ice and snow. Later that night when Draco went to sleep he was warm inside as he had his fledgeling friends snuggled up with him, this would be his family and his home.

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Act 3 - A village in SummerOn a sunny summer day gliding around the outside of the cavern, glancing along the horizon seeing the mountain, his old home and in front of him the unexplored. He didn't see any point in exploring until recently where the summer sun has caused the retreat of the snow up to the point where the for the first time green and grass were now visible to him.Curiosity controlled him and he flew over to the fringe of the grasp of the frost. Curious but also terrified of what is on the other side of this visual barrier. Just one step from the forever white into a world of greens, reds and yellows.The last time he was in this world was with his brothers and sisters while being dispatched by the Elder. But this time it was on his own with no one else to accompany him through the threshold. Planting one foot forward he stepped onto the grass.Surprisingly he didn't die like he was told would happen to him if he went adventuring alone. Bounding about on all fours like a puppy let off a leash, this is the first time he's managed to touch the green ground with his paws.Running through the woods but also keeping a bearing by locating the cloud cutting mountain that he used to call home. He pounders to himself wondering if the elder can see him from up there. That is until the scent of flowers interrupts his train of thought. A circular red, pink and white flower, he remembers these but they're usually black and dormant when he gets out to these part.Continuing through the treeline he makes it out into cliff face. beneath the cliff face is a clearing but it didn't use to be there. He tries to recall any reason as to why this might of happened. Every tree that used to be here has disappeared reduced to stumps. The question was answered swiftly when out of a row of felled trees, came some humans wielding axes. He observed them for a long time watching them come cut down a tree and then walk down the path with the wood in a wagon. Then it's back down the path with the timber inside.Curiosity once again beating the rationality to turn back home out of his mind, he decides to follow the cart from a distance. But his current draconic form so mimicking the form of an arctic fox he trails behind the cart.Soon the dirt path is replaced with pathed stone and tracing his eyes along the path it meets a village. Wooden and stone-clad buildings with curved beams at the top almost like upturned boats. People running about in the streets going off to do various tasks that didn't make sense to the drakeling. Children playing about in fields picking flowers and rushing off to hand them to others.He wanted to get a closer look at the buildings but wasn't able to blend in too well as a fox. He'd have to turn into a human to really begin to peer behind the curtains of this village.

Act 4 - The Herald of FrostSurprised that he wasn't already caught, he tucks himself behind a house and shifts into a human. Though there is one problem, humans don't have fur or scales. Quickly realizing his mistake he goes inside the house to rummage inside. Luckily the house was unlocked, well after he shattered the lock.The interior of the house was very different it had furs and leather everywhere. He stumbles about the house until he finds clothes hidden away in a cupboard. Now no longer naked looking around the home he notices that it seems abandoned. All the lights are off and the spiders have gotten comfy enough to string up their own homes. Deciding that he'd spent enough time tempting fate with the possibility of the owner returning, he steps back out the door.The sun is setting along the horizon and the moon rises from behind the Crescent of Ice. The creeping darkness is then kept at bay by the lighting of the street lights. The streets now alight with deep orange, he set off about the village to see more about these humans. He's walking around until bumps into a man, who then introduced himself as Eros. He was a man just a bit taller than Draco's current form, he had bright purple eyes that had sparks flicker in them. A tanned face spoke to Draco through a piece of fabric covering the lower half of his face, "and what might your name be then?"After some chatting Eros invites Draco over to the village archives and library, unlike the other houses in the settlement this one was small from the outside. Upon entering the building he's immediately greeted with stairs and railings walking into what felt more like a crypt than a homely library that he was used to back atop the peak. But once down the stairs, it had a very cosy vibe to it, with sofas with cushions and desks for studying and reading.Draco walks around the place until a book catches his eye titled "The slumber of life." Eros says from over his shoulder, "I love this story, let me read it to you." He leads Draco by his hand over to a sofa to relax on. Eros lays him down and then pulls up a chair. He blows the dust off the top of the book and flicks the first page open and begins to read to Draco."Autumn is the changing of clothes for Nature before she sleeps through winter, she gets the trees to shed their leaves to create a blanket for her to insulate herself with. With barely enough time to tuck herself in the spirits descend from the north, howling and bounding around the increasing night. The playful dancing descends into a fearful chase as any trace of nature not hidden is frozen and withered. The spirits spiral and swirl around a shadowed figure with boney wings outstretched, the Herald of Frost. He commands the spirits to coat the land in snow."Eros flicks of the book to the final page, turning the book to Draco. Revealing the illustration, it's him in his draconic form.

Act 5 - A new home
Trying to hide any emotion from his depiction, he remembers what the book is about. However, he doesn't remember it being as frightening. Playing with his siblings towards the green had always been something they would do at that time of year. His parents always got him to play and expand the snow for the shorter days. Is he this Herald of Frost? This Harbinger of Winter?"You okay?" Eros chimes in, pulling the boy out of his thoughts, "Why don't I show you around town?"
"Sounds lovely," Draco says, pocketing the book as they left the library, trailing back up the stairs. They must have been cosied up there for a while because as soon as the door opens, beaming rays of sunshine hit Draco's face. Pushing past the light, he comes out into the town once again, locking hands with Eros and pulling him around the town to the various stalls and architecture.Eros passes a wrap to Draco, "Eat up, this one’s on me."
The dragon boy grasps the food, munching away as a brimming smile appears on his face.
"Aw, you like it?" Eros smugly says, continuing to walk around the town while leading Draco by the hand.
"Winter is approaching early this year by the looks of it," he says, pointing at the now frosty windows, "Must mean the herald is nearby," he mockingly gestures, mimicking a ghost story, "What? Not funny?"Leading Draco by the hand, Eros takes him back to his home. It's a nice house, different from the rest of the upturned boathouses. His was specifically built for something, but the exact purpose wasn't discernable from the outside. That didn’t matter though as, in terms of looks, it was homely and reinforced. After getting inside, taking his shoes off and then strolling around the place, Eros calls Draco over to the room he will stay in. It's quite spacious, with a double bed in the middle of the room, under the window, although he will likely push it against one of the walls to feel safer."So what do you think?" Eros questions the sheepish boy who stood in the doorway.
"Looks super comfy, thanks for having me."
"Ah, this is nothing, plus it's not like this room gets much use anyway," Eros says, while sneakily trying to dust the surfaces, "Anyways, we've been out and about all day and we didn't sleep last night, so why don't you go nap over there. If you need me, I'll be in the opposite room."
Eros leaves the room and promptly falls asleep.The little dragon tries his hardest to sleep by himself. You see, up at the mountain they all bundled and huddled together, all except their parent, who stood ever vigilant at the peak that touched the stars. Perhaps Draco could sneak in to cuddle with Eros. It's not that weird, right?Resolving to at least attempt, he clambers out of bed, dragging his pillow behind him into the next room and slides into bed with Eros. Eros startles at first, unable to know how to respond, but after the initial shock, he decides to clutch Draco close. And as Eros pets Draco's head, hoping to get some shut-eye, the boys shortly drift off.

Act 6 - A tear in iceRubbing the sleep from his eyes, Draco winces at a pale blue flickering in the distance. It dances among the snowflakes that are just starting to take hold of the earth. Sliding out from Eros's grasp and slipping on some clothes, the young dragon steps out into the snow.Closing the door behind him slowly and quietly, the snow on his feet a familiar comfort- like coming home. After reminiscing some more, he sets off to follow the source of that strange glow. Before him, footprints are imprinted into the snow, fleeting and temporary, he leaves his own fainter trail behind him.As he presses forward, the snow gets thicker, almost coming down in sheets in front of Draco. He picks up his pace to keep within sight of the flame, but it is becoming nigh impossible to tell the flickering flare from the tiny crystals of ice that split light in the air.A sudden downdraft of wind sends snow flurrying about, knocking the dragon boy to his knees, after a few seconds the flame pulses and releases a wave of energy into the ground. Regaining his ability to move, Draco crawls over to where a crater in the moving snow grows, with fractures and channels appearing in the exposed earth beneath it. Casting his eyes upwards to the centre of the pulses the pale flame stands there, like an icy sentinal, hovering and beating rhythmically.The rhythm changes, and the waves of energy are dragged back into the flame condensing themselves into an orb. The orb falls to the ground and the ever-curious dragon boy scampers over to it. Touching it feels familiar, like coming home…Suddenly, the homely warmth shifts to bitter cold, the orb spewing out ethereal laces. They snake around the boy's wrists before sneaking their way into his flesh. The dragon boy winces as something feels like it's being sapped from him, essence similar in colour to the flame flowing out of his body and into the orb.Snapping out of it, Dracocreates a blade of ice, severing the connections before darting away from the centre of the clearing. He doesn't get far before he bumps into someone, falling to the floor as he does.Looking up, he sees a man a few feet taller than him looming above.
"What did you do to get lost out here, so far from home, little one?" the man inquired. Taking a second take at him, Draco notices that he's wearing a stone-grey coat edged with white furs, an all-black shirt and trousers under it, complemented by a folded crimson handkerchief.Leaving the boy stranded on the ground, he walks over to the orb before picking it up.
"Do you even understand the power that flows through your body?"
As the dead air hangs, he pulls out a knife and brandishes it at the boy.
"Allow me to demonstrate some of it for you."The man vanishes from the Draco’s sight, and the young dragontakes theopportunity to get at least to his knees. However, just as he gets up, a hand grabs his waist with a vice-like grip and lifts him till he's kneeling, in the next second the knife is pressed against his throat.A second hand extends from the other side of his waist, this time holding the orb. The ethereal tendrils seek out the essence locked within him, sneaking up his sleeves and shirt till they are coiled around his body, tightening around his throat. The boy feels weak as the wisps start piercing his skin he lets out a muffled shriek of agony as his energy is drained into the orb.As the tendrils siphon the energy the boy's magic becomes unstable. The instability causes some of his power to run wild, forcing some of his draconic traits out. The fangs formed first followed by the wings and tail that puncture through his skin, and finally, the horns and ice spikes pierce out from him.The orb begins to shake and fracture, obviously not designed to house this much energy, until it shatters and sends a beam of energy that cracks the sky open exposing the stars above. The beam changes from a pale blue to a deep violet as it stretches out and spirals into a void.Looking down at his arms, the blood from his wrists flows upwards, the tendrils falling off and up being absorbed into the growing void above. As the blood makes contact with the void it changes once more, strikes of lightning shape pillars of ice into some kind of sigil, stabilising the void and transforming it into a portal.Withinthe portal is a rift to the top of the mountain where one of Draco’s siblings quickly takes notice and looks up towards a similar rift on their side, inquisitively bringing her head up towards the breach between the two points until she presses through into the field below, the inversion of gravity pulling her through to the other side. She catches herself with a few wingbeats before landing deftly on the ground. As the snow gets upturned, the frozen water reflects beams of light around illuminating her form: a slick white scaled body larger than even Draco’s true form complete with a set of rosy pink eyes that scans the site stands underneath the collapsing rift.Draco’s attacker slowly picks himself from the floor, having been tossed around by the arrival of the draconic creature, drawing a jagged sigil in the air that spins and glows a crimson red, moments later hot iron chains fly towards the large creature. She spots these and beats back all but one of them which clashes against her scales before starting to slink around her tail and into the ground, attempting to restrain her.She falls to the ground and more and more chains begin to restrict her movement. She lays there on the floor as the man calls, using his finger, to whistle more men to appear from the clearing, theysurround her, drawing weapons from their sheaths. The men pause for a couple of seconds before the order to strike is given…Draco closes his eyes and opens them slowly after hearing gargling and screaming, only to see the figures of his sister’s assailents suspended in the air, a precise spike of ice cutting the base of their necks creating crimson icicles that tear through them as they struggle to move. Choking on their blood as it crystalises their mouths shut, cutting into them deeper when they attempt to call out for help. All of the men hang twitching and writhing in the air which serves only to speed up their agonising death. Draco glances back to his sister who doesn't appear to have a single scratch on her, yet her white scales are soaked in blood oozing down the gaps between the plating, dripping to the floor.The ringleader of the group of humans is no where to be seen and big shards of the orb seem to be entirely missing, the remaining small shards glistening with the energy still stored within them. Draco’s sister breaks free of her bindings, and takes off to the skies, heading off in the direction of the frozen peak of their true home. Draco frailly reaches out a hand as she flies away but it becomes increasingly hard to stay awake as the pool of red snow expands around him.As the world turns black and the gentle cold of the floor brushes against his face like a pillow luring him to slumber, a flash of lightning is heard and the boy is cradled into someone's arms, violet eyes looking into his before he passes out.