Charles "Chase" Draggar
Champion of Habbakuk
(a.k.a. Chase, Plucky)
Chase has lived many lives before.
He remembers once having a life in a beautiful village, where houses were shaped out of trees which leaves glowed like the sunset. He remembers a sister, and a mother. He remembers laughter, safety and warmth. And then he remembers the dragon, smoldering in the night sky. Made of fire and terror, that memory takes over everything. All fragrances are overtaken by the smell of charred wood and flesh. He remembers that life ending that night.
He remembers once having a life in dimly lit mines, surrounded by miserable people that were overworked to exhaustion. He remembers the claws of despair that strangled his heart and threatened to snuff the life out of it. He remembers when crying was easier than breathing. And then he remembers the elf - Argo - calm and observant, with a confident look that Chase thought it was undeserved. He remembers of Argo speaking of dangerous things, and things that filled Chase with fury. He remembers that fury exploding from his chest. He remembers violence, and freedom. He remembers that life ending that night.
He remembers having a hut in a nice meadow. Being a hunter and a scout, serving the good duke of Shalgance and just waiting for time to pass by. A life almost unworthy remembering if not for the people he helped. And then he remembers the dreams, of valiant knights riding dragons made of metal fighting dark clerics riding dragons made of rust. He remembers being shown a world of meaning, where choices really mattered. He remembers that life ending that night.
That was not the last time one of Chase's lives ended, but he's long time past being just a passenger in his journeys. He now chooses where and why to lay down his life for the sake of the lives of others. He currently fights the Order of the Dragon in Morketstyre, and is ready to end some of theirs for a change.
