Welcome

Hello. I am Lithiarch (#140742).
​I enjoy creative character and world-building, and majored in English Literature during my time in college.

This is the Dragon Bio Starters, a free Flight Rising bio starters resource & hub, written and managed by me.

Posts are marked with content and length. CTL+F to locate specific posts faster.
Unless otherwise specified, posts will fit all genders, all sexualities, all breeds, and all sizes. You have the freedom to change any detail that doesn’t fit your dragon, or add new ones wherever you see fit. Find a starter you like and go from there! Cheers!

Rules of Use

These bio starters are free to use for your dragons on Flight Rising. There is a large selection, and I have suggestions on the sort of dragons that might use it as well. You may use, add on to, or rewrite any part of the existing bio. You may use it to develop OCs if you wish, and you may use it offsite (for petsites or other). Feel free to message me to show me the bio starter(s) in action.

You may not claim you wrote the work or sell it for FR, real life, or other game currency. I worked hard on these and am allowing you to use it for free; please don’t steal my work. If people do this, I will not continue updating or hosting this FREE resource. Thank you.

A Lost Homeland

(Starter)

(Works best for dragons fleeing some hostile entity)

With tears streaking from his bloodshot eyes and grit between his teeth, DRAGON tore through the land, away from his precious home and into the lonely wilderness around him. Dirt and grit caked his teeth, his fur/scales were matted with thick brown-red blood, and his eyes were wild with pure and unadulterated terror. He heard the frightened and furious screams behind him, but he didn’t look back. Ducking into the scraggly underbrush, he cloaked himself in darkness, catching thorns and nettle that stung his skin and left deep gashes, but he didn’t care. One by one, the sound of wings and footsteps faded into the distance, and he was alone in a dark and unwelcoming land, with only the sound of his ragged breathing to keep him company. Tired and alone, he kept moving forward – sometimes flying, sometimes walking, sometimes trudging, but always moving. He noted when the terrain of his home flight began receding, marking a border into enemy territory. He was afraid of the consequences lest someone find him, but he had no other choice. It felt to DRAGON that he had travelled further than he had ever been, perhaps further than even the strongest in his clan had been. Still, he pressed on, desperate to put as much space between him and his last home as he could. He grew gaunt with hunger and weak in body and spirit, but still he continued. Eventually, though, he couldn’t drag himself one more inch. He crumpled into a heap on the ground. He laid there for a time, drifting in and out of consciousness. Flies eventually settled on his limp body, and he closed his eyes for what he thought was the last time. The last thing he heard before slipping away was the sound of footsteps.

[cont.]

The Oracle’s Vision

(Starter)

(Works best for oracle or seer dragons that influence the entire lair’s lore direction)

Clouds drifted past in the blue sky peacefully as the sun rose. Droplets of water sat suspended on thin strings of spiderwebs. Fragrant morning dew spread like a thin blanket across the greenery of the delicate blades of grass. Meditating quietly, at one with the earth, sat DRAGON. She was discovered by their lair when they awoke that morning, and eager dragons gathered around her, waiting for the clan’s esteemed seer to open her eyes. The fate of the lair rested in her outspread claws, the Head Priestess of DIETY, and the only dragon the lair had ever known who had direct commune with the god/goddess and could predict with certainty events of great magnitude. For hours, they awaited eagerly, scarcely moving or whispering. The strength of the lair, though formidable, was nothing if their god was not with them. Finally, without opening her eyes, DRAGON placed her hands together, bringing her head to a bow as was customary with her ending a prayer. DRAGON’S face looked impassive, almost serene, but everyone in the lair knew that this meant nothing, for she was always this way. What she would say next could pull the lair in any direction – towards brokering peace or igniting war, a plentiful harvest or chaos and ruin for every dragon in the lair. Her eyes opened. “The gods have spoken to me as I now speak to you. They told me thus: …”

[cont.]

My First Herb Pouch

(Starter)

(Works best for dragons who are the clan medic or healer)

The scent of fresh herbs and dried grass hung about the air. Pushing aside an entryway of a faded, draped cloth, you enter into a world of mysticism. At least, it seems so, for all around are pots of plants, jars of strange bubbling substances, and even a few containers housing some scampering creatures. You walk up to a particularly curious mouse, glowing a faint yellow in the dark room. You gaze cheerfully at it, and it puts a tiny paw on the glass barrier. Suddenly, from behind you, a friendly chuckle resounds in a corner you previously thought was a large pile of spellbooks. The Pocket Mouse squeaks, and so do you, as you quickly jump and spin around to face the source of the noise. A tiny SPECIES HERE dragon peers at you from over her glasses, almost buried under a mountain of fabric and pouches, but wearing an unmistakably jovial grin. She thrusts an adorably tiny hand adorned in rings and clacking bracelets in your general direction. “Hello, my name is NAME! I am the resident medic/herbalist of this clan! Who might you be?” You shake her hand, and your paw engulfs hers, but she hardly seems to notice. Standing upon a pile of worn papers, with a quill in one hand and a fistful of herbs in the other, she shows you around the cramped room. You quickly grow fond of this strange little dragon, and when you spot a worn out pouch bulging at the seams hanging prominently from the ceiling, you inquire over it. DRAGON nods knowingly, and with a wink, she launches into an expressive story. You settle down on some boxes to listen, amused and intrigued to see what about the bag sparked such joy in the little SPECIES HERE. “That ratty old thing was my very first herb pouch! It all began when I was a wee hatchling, you see! It went like this…!”

[cont.]

Small but Smart

(Starter)

(Works best for small dragons or runts of the clutch)

He had always been the runt. Since he was a hatchling, DRAGON had been born smaller, scrawnier, weaker. His parents, concerned with matters of gathering food for the lair and fighting against other flights and the ever-encroaching Beastclans, didn’t baby him. He grew up eating his sibilings’ scraps, which left him frail, hungry, and weak. He was bullied occasionally and ignored or brushed aside the rest of the time. Time in these lands were hard, and only the strong survived. Despite all that, DRAGON, even at such a young age, did not give up. Dragons did not lay food before him, so he learned to hunt for himself. He was not coddled, so he became self-reliant. He had no one to talk to, so he kept to himself. Finally, he was not monitored, so he spent long periods of time alone. In the wilderness, there was neither malice nor kindness – and you only harvested what you sowed. DRAGON planted the seeds of strength, resilience, and independence early, and they bore fruit beautifully. Though small, DRAGON was crafty and resourceful, and could often get jobs done faster and more efficiently than bulkier dragons. He spent long periods of time watching the going-ons of his surroundings quietly, so DRAGON became intimately acquainted with the dragons of his lair, those of neighboring ones, the local Beastclans and wildlife, and even occasionally garnered information on the nearest rival Flight. With this information and his skills in getting things done quickly and quietly, DRAGON became a respected and formidable information agent/crafter/hunter/gatherer/spy/etc. This was critical when one day…

[cont.]

Those without Names

(Starter)

(Works Best for dragons with lots of “unnamed” exalted or dead lair offspring)

She could not remember how many children she had sent off. Some she recalled more vividly than others, but it had largely been a blur. She’d been a part of the war effort when her flight, great tribe and homeland both, went to battle. Though she did not herself fight, she bore many warriors. They’d all had names once, and when DRAGON closed her eyes, she could still see their faces peering up at her as innocent hatchlings. She watched as they stretched their wings for the first time, trained with the clan warriors, and then soared into the sky to join the fight. It seemed to be such an impossibly short time that they’d been wee babes, nursing from her and babbling away in sweet tongues. It was at once a great honor to provide such a service to her esteemed Deity, and yet a bittersweet parting where her hatchlings were gone, like wisps of smoke, born in the dawn and gone by the onset of darkness. At times, DRAGON even wondered if, doing it over again, she’d again send her children away to war, and not keep them under her motherly wings forever. With a sigh though, she always came to the conclusion that though she missed them, it was better for her babes to give to the flight that’d given her so much. Time passed, and even the clearest images of her babies faded into fuzzy, blurred smears. Many names that she’d once remembered calling fondly left her memory, and in the end, time erased much of what she’d dwelt on for so many years. She was content with this, silently slipping away from the past and in towards the future, until a very special dragon came into her life once more…

[cont.]

The Remarkable Wallflower

(Starter)

(Works best for quiet and observant dragons)

She was born enveloped in shadows. No one saw or even noticed the hatchling enter the lair – all they know is that she appeared – but she must have entered with the help of some dragon somewhere, right? In any case, DRAGON was never a troublesome hatchling. Quiet and keeping to herself, not even the dragon who was assigned as her caretaker could tell the lair about DRAGON’S personality, much less her likes and dislikes. To many, she was dismissed as a mute, a simpleton. However, when you looked closer, you could see that her eyes took in all things, but gave away nothing. The silence that she existed in was pointed, for even when doing activities that normally make noise, such as eating, using the bathroom, or walking, there was nothing. It seemed at times that the hatchling possessed some ethereal quality, or as if she did not fully exist in this plane at all. As DRAGON grew from a hatchling into an adult, this did not change. She would appear noiselessly in places where another dragon was sure she was not just a second ago, or she’d disappear from places that’s only place of entry was being watched. Uneasiness and tension grew as the lair became increasingly aware of the situation. Nothing changed in the lair though, until one day when DRAGON did something extraordinary…

[cont.]

Bewitching Books

(Starter)

(Works best for mysterious or sinister dragons)

Her writings were beautiful, elegant, charming. Dusty tomes held pages full of dark magic that seems innocuous when first encountered, but yet, there was a strange aura about them. They sang to the reader, springing up from the page to envelop them in a drunken haze of rapture. Reading more of the text would slowly and silently enrapture the unwary dragon more and more, until they lost all concepts of space and time. Enveloped in the text, the victim’s eyes would begin to flutter shut, their head heavy and dull, and their fingers droop on the pages they lay on until the dragon slides to the ground in an unconscious heap. If no one finds them in time, they remain drifting somewhere no one knows, waking up the next day or two without any knowledge of what they did or how they came to be there. They snake themselves awake and carry on with their lives, unaware of what is brewing.

DRAGON kept shelves of the books. Some, books of poetry that she penned herself. Others, normal books that she enchanted with her seal to perform some malicious task. One book in particular, though, was different. Instead of holding paragraphs or stanzas, each page had rows of images, with small scribbles of text under them. Labeled in tiny font, each person who had inadvertently picked up a book she wrote and fallen into a daze because of it had a place in those pages. DRAGON kept it neatly chronicled and tucked away in her library. She only needs cast a spell and some dark magic only known to her will possess all those inscribed within. What it is, no one yet knows…

[cont.]

The Abandoned Hatchlings

(Starter)

(Works best for a pair of dragons or exalt fodder rescue dragons)

DRAGON 1 and DRAGON 2 are mated together, and have been since many of their lairmates can remember. Both dragons have seen horrible and unspeakable things in their times, and they escaped their dark past together. DRAGON 1 still remembered when he met DRAGON 2… he’d just been rejected by his mother, and being too small to care for himself, it was only a matter of time before the Beastclans or the elements would swallow him whole. He crawled weakly towards a drinking hole in the distance, but by the time he got there, it was already occupied. A tiny little thing, DRAGON 2 lay on the edge of the grass, greedily gulping at the sweet liquid. She looked ragged as well, and impossibly small bones were outlined clearly on her ribs. Looking up when she heard the noise of another dragon approaching, the two gazed at each other for a few seconds before DRAGON 2 silently scooted over to allow her new acquaintance to drink. He thanked her for her generosity by picking a mite off her forehead, and the two became fast friends not long after. Together, they learned to survive in the harsh wilds around them, and even now, so long after those trying times, they remain always together. Their only solace in a sometimes unpredictable and violent world is each other, and they stay by each other through storms and sun alike. They found a lair to live in together, and with good food, some new friends, and each other, they are happier than ever. Their bond was tested one day though, when an oddly familiar face dropped by the lair…

[cont.]

Adorned

(Starter)

(Works best for a beautiful dragon whole loves accessorizing or collecting pretty trinkets)

Ever since she was a hatchling, DRAGON loved sitting at her mother’s vanity, wiping the delicate powders and bright berries on her face and lips. Each time, she’d inevitably be found out, picked up, and hauled away, but nevertheless, there was just something about preening and pampering herself that made DRAGON want that for herself. She spent hours grooming her childhood familiar, who absolutely adored the attention. Even when she grew up, she would often be seen foraging for colorful ingredients to crush to make some kind of wing decoration. Her collection of pretty trinkets and baubles is known around the lair, and her sleeping space often has dried flowers and sweet grass as padding. When new dragons arrive in the lair and meet her, DRAGON’S appearance and jewelry are often one of the first things brought up. Being the lair’s fashionista gets DRAGON a little bit of lighthearted ribbing from time to time, but everyone agrees that DRAGON is as sweet as she is pretty. DRAGON is easygoing and agreeable, but don’t touch her jewelry! There’s only one dragon in the lair who has the privilege of doing that, and the story behind that is told at the bonfire late at night sometimes, to the sound of laughter. Tonight, the newer hatchlings pestered DRAGON into telling it again, so settle down, grab a snack, and listen. It goes like this…

[cont.]

Childlike Wonder

(Starter)

(Works best for eternally youthful dragons)

Work in Progress.

Gadgets and Gears

(Starter)

(Works best for dragons who are wearing or have an affinity for old tech/steampunk)

Since he was a hatchling, DRAGON had always had always been known for two things: his love for tinkering, and his streak of eccentricity. Before he could even feed himself, he’d gesture and wiggle futilely towards shiny pebbles or anything dangly his lairmates were wearing. It was of little surprise to anyone in the clan when DRAGON grew into a scraggly teenager, slowly stumbling through the lair while balancing a stack of parchment higher than his head, inevitably scattering into a flurry of diagrams and charts when he tripped over an obtruding rock or another dragon. Though the clan poked gentle fun at him for his creations from time to time, they knew he was very intelligent and a skilled inventor, so they allowed him to carry on. You see, DRAGON’s love for machinery came from a rather unusual source – DRAGON hatched with a very rare birth defect in which his muscles didn’t contract. This meant that, in all likelyhood, he would never run or fly on his own. He could walk, albeit slowly and with a limp, but he had difficulty foraging or hunting for himself. To that effect, he was the clan’s head… innovator, if you could call it that. He created little doodads that sped up the processing of food and materials, and automated tedious side tasks. Always cheerful and jovial, DRAGON was loved and appreciated by his lairmates even though he didn’t perform a “traditional” role in the clan. In between his work for the lair though, DRAGON toiled away at a secret project. He dreamed of soaring in the clouds, and he’d almost perfected a design to help him do so. All that was left to do was test it out. One sunny day, DRAGON hauled his contraption from his lair into the light. Today would be the day that would change his life. Today would be the day that he finally flew.

[cont.]

Crown and Scepter

(Moderate)

(Works best for dragons that inherit the lair’s patriarch or matriarch leadership role)

Work in Progress.

Templar of the Gods

(Moderate)

(Works best for high level ‘trainer’ dragons – mire flyer, etc)

Work in Progress.

The Last Lotus Blossom

(Moderate)

(Works best for dragons with a bittersweet ending with their mate – mate is exalted/etc)

Work in Progress.

The Golden Bangle

(Moderate)

(Works best for complicated, politically motivated dragons in a court or royal setting)

Work in Progress.

The Transformation

(Moderate)

(Works best for gene/species changed or scattered dragons)

DRAGON never felt beautiful. She had colors she didn’t care for and genes that didn’t match what she felt like. It was strange living like that – she hated when people stared in disgust but also felt uneasy when dragons admired and courted her. How could she tell the dragon who approached her with flowers that her appearance didn’t at all match with what she felt like in her heart? These feelings brewed within her chest for many years, but one day, she just couldn’t take it anymore. “I hate this!” she cried, with hot tears streaking down her face. “I hate that everyone sees me first for what I look like and not for who I am, I hate that I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin… I hate – I hate me!” She tore through the throngs of surprised and alarmed lair members and ran long and hard through the night. She didn’t stop for food, water, and even when she couldn’t even see the ground under her or the night sky above her, she ran on.

Finally, DRAGON crumpled to the ground, physically and emotionally drained. The sound of footsteps drew near, but DRAGON was too tired to lift her head. A hand appeared in front of her eyes. “Hello, my darling. My name is Baldwin, what’s yours?” Blearily looking up, DRAGON could vaguely make out an old Bogsneak squatting in front of her. “My name is DRAGON”, she croaked hoarsely. Baldwin stood up, supporting DRAGON. “You’re covered in dirt and twigs, and you’ve got cuts all over you. Why don’t you come inside my lair for a cup of tea and I’ll see what I can do for you?”

DRAGON sat by a cheery fire, drinking soothing chrysanthemum tea. Her mysterious caretaker, the old Bogsneak, bustled about while listening to his haggard companion tell her story. When he had heard it all, Baldwin smiled gently. Approaching DRAGON, he took the now-empty tea cup from her hands. “What I’m about to propose isn’t going to change how you see yourself, but it will change how others see you. I have here in my lair scrolls of many kinds, ancient contacts forged between dragons and dieties from times of old. To use one, you must hold one in your hands and fervently pray to your diety. If he or she is merciful, you may be granted a change from what you are now. However, be warned that you may not always want what you wish for. Is this what you want for yourself?”

DRAGON thought long and hard. Could she find happiness, or complacency with her current appearance? What if she changed into something horrid, even worse than she already was? She would never know if she didn’t try. “These scrolls,” she whispered to herself “I can use them on myself, but afterwards, I must promise to love whatever is born on the other side.” Having thus affirmed this, she looked up gravely at the old Bogsneak and nodded once. She held the first scroll in her hands, and bowed her head.

[cont.]

Manifestation

(Moderate)

(Works best for dragons with primal eyes)

Work in Progress.

Language Unspoken

(Moderate)

(Works best for dragons that sympathize/live in harmony with beastclans)

Work in Progress.