Desmond Drachenbär is the youngest son of Darius Drachenbär and Mariana Donnerhirsch, a sixteen-year-old prince of Stanzgar whose age is measured at the signing of the Alliance of Unity Pact. He is slight, pale, and visibly sickly, standing 5'4" and weighing around 130 pounds, with a skinny frame, raven-black short hair, cloudy grey eyes, and an almost permanent cough that makes his breathing difficult. Despite his frail health, he carries himself with a regal bearing that marks him unmistakably as one of Darius’s sons, even if he lacks the martial presence of his older brothers. His most notable mark is a stylized wolf-head tattoo on his forearm, tying him visually to Long Claw and the Goltari lands he governs. Desmond serves as the territorial governor of Long Claw, the capital of the Goltari lands, though he initially sees the position as safe, ceremonial, and largely pointless. Born too late to take part in his father’s rebellion and too sickly to join the military, he grows up feeling overshadowed by his father, mother, and brothers, all of whom seem to belong more naturally to history than he does. He is melancholy, regretful, quiet, and somewhat reactionary, speaking softly but pointing sharply when he wants something done. His talents are scholarly and technical rather than martial: cartography, translation of ancient texts, technical drawings, and magical study. Yet Long Claw does not remain as dull as he expects. Through Raflo, Rathoto, and Rendara, Desmond is pulled into poorly planned adventures among the many ruins around his new home, giving him the danger, discovery, and escape from boredom he secretly wanted. He is a young prince caught between illness and restlessness, ceremonial duty and real curiosity, the shadow of a famous family and the first awkward steps toward becoming someone interesting in his own right.

Fangs of Long Claw

Prince of Stanzgar

16

Male

None

Keeps his straight hair cut shoet

Raven black

5'4"

130lbs

Desmond’s most notable identifying mark is the stylized wolf-head tattoo on his forearm, a symbol that visually ties him to Long Claw and the Goltari lands he governs. It is an unusually bold mark for someone otherwise pale, quiet, scholarly, and sickly, which makes it stand out even more. The tattoo gives him a connection to the place he was posted to, and possibly to the Goltari wolf companions who pull him into trouble, ruins, and ill-planned adventures. It also helps separate him from the image of a purely ceremonial prince; even if Desmond initially sees his governorship as pointless, the mark suggests that Long Claw is beginning to claim him in return. Beyond the tattoo, Desmond is identified by his regal bearing, which contrasts sharply with his fragile body. He is skinny, somewhat sickly, and often troubled by coughing and difficult breathing, but he still carries himself like a son of Darius Drachenbär and Mariana Donnerhirsch. His raven-black hair, cloudy grey eyes, light skin, and melancholy expression give him a haunted, bookish appearance, more scholar-prince than warrior-heir. The cloudiness of his eyes is especially striking, making him seem distant or half-turned inward, as though his attention is divided between the room in front of him and some imagined map, ruin, or story beyond it. His manner of dress and surroundings also become part of how people recognize him: books, scrolls, technical drawings, maps, purple accents, formal but slightly swallowed-looking clothing, and the air of a young governor trying to appear composed in rooms full of older, louder, healthier men. Desmond does not have the obvious battlefield marks of his brothers, but he is still distinctive. He is the sickly young prince with a wolf tattoo, a quiet voice, a sharp pointing hand, and the look of someone who expected to be forgotten in a safe posting, only to find the ruins around Long Claw whispering his name.

Desmond has a skinny, somewhat sickly body type, with a narrow frame that makes him appear younger and more fragile than his station might suggest. At 5'4" and 130 pounds, he is small by broader Stanzgarian male averages and lacks the robust military bearing associated with his father and older brothers. His body does not suggest battlefield training, heavy labor, or courtly athleticism; it suggests long hours indoors, chronic illness, difficult breathing, and a life shaped more by books, maps, and administrative rooms than by drills or campaigns. This fragility is central to how others likely read him. Desmond is a prince of Stanzgar and territorial governor of Long Claw, but his physical presence is not naturally commanding in the martial sense. He is thin, pale, and visibly unwell, with an almost permanent cough that undermines any attempt at easy grandeur. Yet that weakness does not erase his regal bearing. Instead, the contrast becomes part of him: a sickly young prince who still stands as though raised in a ruling house, speaks quietly but directs sharply, and tries to make his slight frame carry authority in rooms full of older, stronger, and more certain people. His body type also reinforces his distance from the usual heroic model of his family. Desmond was born too late for his father’s rebellion and too sickly to join the military, so his talents developed elsewhere: cartography, translation, technical drawing, magical texts, and ruin exploration. He is not built to overpower danger, but to study it, map it, interpret it, and occasionally be dragged into it by companions with much worse planning instincts.

light

Stanzgarian

Cloudy grey

Consortium of Nmerian merchant fleets
Talaran Theocracy

sickly, almost permanent cough and difficultly breathing

speaks quietly and points sharply

adventure, alleviating boredom, getting out of the shadows of his brothers, father, and mother

Tends to be a reactionary, also sees his post as mostly ceremonial, and pointless

Cartography, translating ancient texts, technical drawings

reading adventure stories, exploring the ruins around Long Claw, reading magical texts

melancholy and regretful

loves smoked peppers but they make his cough worse

Stag

Glaive

his library of books

purple

Territorial governor of Long Claw Capitol of Goltari lands

whatever the stanzgarian crown is working towards

Atlanian folk religion
Stanzgarian church of the one

Territorial Governor

End of summer

Born too late to participate in his fathers rebellion and to sickly to ever really join the military, Desmond always saw himself in the shadows of a family that saw so much more than he did, when his father gave him the posting in Long Claw Desomond saw it for the only thing he could, something safe, the people of the Goltari lands didn't need him to help them integrate into the empire nor did they really need someone to bridge the cultural gab, they had already welcomed his father as an honored brother in arms who had freed them from tyranny, and so he planned on the posting to be dull, at least he would have his books, what he hadn't expected was to meet a group of goltari wolves Ralfo, Rathoto, and Rendara, who would take him on "adventures" (ill planed trips into the many ruins dotting his new home) and just generally cause trouble with him

elitist, and long lasting

age is at the signing of the treaty of unity