Tsargoth is a male ancient golden dragon, western style, with the apparent appearance that he was sculpted from solid gold. His eyes are cerulean blue and can be almost said to glow with an inner fire when eye contact is made. He has two white horns that extend just behind his eye ridges. Beneath his scales, including his mouth and tongue his flesh is a pink and soft. He tends to keep his tail curled never letting it stretch to it’s full length as he is somewhat embarrassed by it thinking it is far to short.
Like many intelligent beings in the world of his origin Tsargoth is ageless and immortal, at least in the sense that regardless of the severity of his injuries he will always be able to recover. It was because of this extraordinary ability in the first place that he even was able to experience life as his egg was stolen and subject to ill treatment. With his mother and the rest of his family having disappeared after an attempt was made on his clutch mate the young gold grew up very much alone and out of place in dragon society.
He was raised by a pair of Saris, rather than his own kind which gave him a different perspective on other races as well as an outsiders perspective on his own kind. Still wanting to know more he studied all he could of his kind and discovered he had a talent for magic. It was not until he was preparing for adulthood when the young dragon began to make more than casual contact with other dragons and even form friendship. Upon reaching adulthood he was taken in by Zexoin and for the first time in his life instilled a sense that he actually belonged somewhere.
With his introduction into dragon society he delved deeper into its history and its creation myths, some of which were hinted at during his rite of passage into adulthood. a magical ritual that artificially aged him, otherwise he would have forever been trapped in a hatchling’s body, and the gold finally found his calling, religion. He then went to seek out the greatest priest Icabald for guidance and instruction.
Through the years the aged gold now finally thinks he has found his place yet sadly he is still considered an outsider by some elders. His religious views often ignored as few beings as powerful as dragons have any need for gods. Keeping to himself and his family in his polar home he lives in peace occasionally venturing out into the other lands and sometimes other worlds in the hopes of spreading his faith and making some new friends.
Currently Tsargoth lives at his lair Frozen Dreams in Ker’Tis with his family sharing his home and surrounding lairs consisting of his mate Tekka, Khuzaimah his adopted sister, occasionally his mate’s adopted mother Tigris, and his numerous adopted and otherwise hatchlings. Considering the threat of the Aegis and the relative safety of the far north he seldom travels for very long from his northern home save to travel to other worlds which he has not done for sometime now.
Tsargoth is generally friendly if a bit shy dragon becoming uncomfortable in groups of those he is not familiar with. With those he is familiar with the shyness vanishes and his affectionate nature becomes much more apparent. He speaks very formally, And keeps his thoughts very much to himself save for a precious few and only when alone. Should he every speak to someone without the mask of formality which he clings to so tightly it would mean they have earned the deepest levels of his trust. And for them he would quite literally do anything that is not completely alien to his character. He prefers colder climates and is quite comfortable in icy terrain. The warmer temperatures can be uncomfortable but not in the least harmful.
Family is very important to the gold placing the well being of them far beyond even his own safety. Even if faced with a situation where his immortality would fail him he would not show a moments hesitation to step into harms way to protect those he hold dear. His wealth and treasures are meaningless to him without someone to share it with.
Worry constantly plagues the gold steaming from his deep down feelings that he really is flawed and lesser than many of the other dragons he has encountered. Physically he is no match for them without his assortment of items and when he remembers his youth as an outsider he can’t help but feel that the others are right about him. Despite his sense telling him not to worry he can’t help but fear the thought that even those he is closest with may turn away from him if they ever gained a complete understanding of him.