† Drogo Dormer †

• Full Name: Drogo Dormer
• Nickname: Dro/Drow
• Hybrid Type: Wolf x Elf x Vampire
• Heights:
- Human/Vampire: 6'7
- Wolf: 10ft
• Relationship Status: Single
• Scent: Vetiver, clean
• Tattoos: all over his body, neck has an "S" for his sister Sigyn and "dormer" above his neckline.
• Misc: Ears are always elf shaped as shown in reference picture
• Piercings: lots on his ears, right eyebrow

• Brother to Sigyn and Jinx
• Son of Hestia and Henrik
• Brother in law to the Trials

Lonely

"I'm not interested in this renaissance shit, I just want to pretend im human for.. five fucking seconds."

"I gave the wrong people the right pieces of me. Now I have nothing left to give."

Drogo was the laugh you needed in a hard situation. He was his father's breath of fresh air when times sometimes got stressful, always wanting to make his family laugh or smile. He was goofy, always wanting to press buttons on the grumpy ones to see how far he could press them while making jokes. And regardless of his large size, he couldn't fight worth shit. Drogo was the big brother and the son that you came to when you needed to remember that life wasn't all bad.

But he wanted something more. And heartbreak got the best of him after losing girls to hybrids that could kick ass and jocks that treated him like shit.

Drogo traveled the world as a lone wolf, staying out of his human as he attempted to gain some perspective. Some new meaning to his life just as Sigyn had found in her new family. He stayed away for nearly a year before he recieved a distressed call from his father, asking for help.

What Drogo lacked in fighting abilities, he made up for in ultimate size. His wolf was overly large and beast like. He looked different than he did a year ago. Drogo was now tatted and pierced, scarred in some places, and the muscle he had gained.. he looked completely different. He came home ready for a fight, but it was a trap.

Darcadius Ateara had been on a war path, burning their town down and ripping out it's guts. In the end, Drogo was taken and his father was killed.

Darcadius had beaten, tortured, and starved Drogo up until Hecate Trials asked for his release.

There was something that changed in Drogo completely. He wasn't the hopeless romantic, sweet guy anymore. He was cold, rustic, emotionless at times. The heartbreak, trauma, and grief had changed him. He wanted blood, and he had a taste for forbidden iron and wanted more of it.