Editing Campaign:Oceans Exalted/Swift Death Descends (section)

== Basics ==
*'''Campaign:''' I'm On A Boat
*'''Name:''' Swift Death Descends
*'''Concept:''' Scavenger, Scout, Living Fighter-bomber
*'''Breed:''' Pterok
*'''Motivation:''' Wake the Ancients in the West
*'''Positive intimacies:''' Flying (Fuck yeah this never gets old)
*'''Experience:''' Unspent: 6.5/Total: 22.5


=== Background ===
In the distant past, there was a dragon king who soared through the skies with his comrades, dancing on the currents of air and praising the sun above the clouds.  Then a great war against impossible odds came, and this band of friends who had dodged lightning and rode storms took up arms without flinching to face down the forces of the universe itself.<br/>

The skies themselves split open, spitting white hot hatred through their flight.  Their determination did not waver, but valor would not save them.  As the war went on, one by one, the flight was struck down.  But unlike the lightning they had danced with for so many ages, this horror burnt their very souls to ash.  Friends of a thousand lifetimes were lost forever.  Rivalries that had bounced back and forth for eons were cruelly cut short.  Love greater than the sky itself was torn asunder.  But the flight went on.  Honor, pride, vengeance and justice demanded it.<br/>

After the war, the few survivors went their separate ways, needing no more reminders of what had been.  Their hearts grew hard from the pain of loss.  Some grew black as their despair dragged them into darkness, but others turned that hardness into strength, and they dedicated that strength to the Creation for which their comrades had sacrificed eternity.<br/>

An age has turned since those days.  The Dragon Kings have fallen even further still, but thousands yet still remain with pride and glory in their eyes.  Swift Death Descends devoted his heart to the cause of Heaven, and although the decadent gods betray his devotion daily and the Sun has turned his face from his favored people, this has not caused him to stray from his course.<br/>

His employment in Heaven was little more than errand running, but Swift carried it out with enthusiasm.  His only friend left was the wind and the sky, and hurtling through the atmosphere at hundreds of miles an hour with package in tow was a fine excuse to get re-acquainted.  However, as old memories start to resurface, one caught his attention.  Chambers full of artifacts and fellow dragon kings, lying into crystal coffins to sleep away an age, to re-emerge when the world needed them.  As he saw the chaos and destruction embroiling the land below, he knew Creation's need was more dire than ever.  He had to find them and wake them.<br/>

But when he announced his sabbatical to his employer and set off into Creation, he realized he had no idea where exactly the sleepers lay.  His memories were too vague, all he had was a vision of... islands and ocean.  His destination was westward.<br/>

Shortly after beginning his search, he ran across a crew of pirates taking on a merchant vessel.  At first he paid it no mind, until he saw the light of a Lawgiver flaring in the melee on the side of the Pirates.  Old loyalties tugged at him, along with the fact that when solars were involved, no task was impossible.  So, Swift Death Descended, and in the aftermath of the battle and a fairly confusing exchange, the Merry Shark's crows nest became a Dragon Nest.<br/>

=== Personality ===
Swift gives the impression of a fighter pilot.  Infinitely confident and cocky, with a crude sense of humor and a love of incredibly dangerous practical jokes.  In his quiet moments though (Which are few and far between, to the displeasure of his more serious comrades) he has an air of a shaken veteran, staring into the distance and carrying with him a somber and dark mood.  It quickly vanishes though, often along with someone's prized hat, off to dangle from a mast over shark-infested waters until they climb up to retrieve it.

=== Appearance ===
A walking pterodactyl.  He wears gold-trimmed obsidian armor that appears segmented and complicated when he is in motion, but in flight, it takes on a sleek and streamlined appearance, as if someone had designed a stealth fighter around a dinosaur.  His chest is lined with several bandoleers and streamlined pouches, carrying an assortment of throwing weapons from oversize shuriken to an assortment of grenades. The helmet has a complicated series of markings along it's nose, etched into the black crystal and filled in with white paint. They are similar to the 'kill count' a fighter pilot keeps on the side of their plane, but keeping track of every foe he has defeated or helped defeat in his many reincarnations.  One of the symbols is almost painful to look at, and represents a slain Primordial.  There are two notches beneath it.

=== Theme Song ===
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vd1HznuYq_s