Born among a small tribe of Bronze Dragonborn, Marux was strong willed and stubborn even at a young age. This earned him the childhood nickname of "Anvil", and he carried that name proudly throughout his youth. He wasn't quite as loud or outspoken as some of the other kids his age, but when he made up his mind, he stuck to it, and didn't let anyone get in his way.
His tribe had a sovereign, a bronze adult dragon named Norixir. The dragon found the clan after being nearly killed by an order of knights known as the phoenix legion. Their mission was to indiscriminately eliminate all dragon-kind from the world - "From the ashes of our fallen brothers and sisters, we will rise protect our kingdom from the winged monstrosity". As such, the clan stayed away from civilization by sailing the Highland Sea. They lived on a ship named the Bronze Eldingar (dragon for Lightning). While working top deck, all of the dragonborn wore headwraps and disguised their identities, in case they came across ports or other ships, to hide the fact that they were all the same race. Norixir himself shape-shifted into a human male, and adopted an alter ego of the human who used to captain the ship, Randolph Nightwind. The clan Norixius was successful for 20 years. They went from surviving off of fish and vegetation off of the islands they would come across, and started hunting pirates that started plaguing the seas. The clan was successful at every fight. If they won easily, they would simply take any treasures the pirates were carrying on them and let them on their way. If it looked like the clan might lose, Norixir would reveal his true form, and sink the ship, leaving no survivors. One day, the Bronze Eldingar was making their way to an old hiding spot near Turino Bay, when they were flanked by 2 massive galleons, both ships bearing the flag of a phoenix in flame. Norixir revealed his true form and started flying high to get above one of the warships. But before he could, both ships fired ballistas with heavy chains, skewering Norixir and holding him in place above his own ship. As he roared in pain, Marux started climbing the mast, and made to jump on the chains to try and free his sovereign. The clans shouted at Marux to stop, but he would have none of it. He successfully leaped onto the chains and climbed up to Norixir. He stood on his back and grabbed hold of one of the chains, trying to free his leader from their hold. As he pulled with all his might, he looked back in time to see a fireball coming from a mage on one of the warships top deck. He tried to duck out of the way, but it was no use. The spell impacted him on the chest, and Marux was sent down into the ocean below.
Hours later, Marux woke up on the beach, his armor barely hanging on after being singed away by the mages fireball. He got up and started following the coast, hoping to find a nearby port so he can get back to his crew, he feared the worst as he stumbled and trekked through the sand. In the distance, he saw a dock with a few boats waiting in the water, sitting on a nearby town. Windmane Harbor, by the looks of it. But before he could get to town and commandeer a ship, he was jumped by armed thugs and beaten to a bloody pulp. They dragged him back to their hideout and locked him in a cage, where they jeered at him and told him he would make a great slave for Bardvak the Brutal - a local warlord.
Marux had never really thought much of the gods, and only really prayed during mealtimes or when it was custom for him to do so among his people. But at his lowest point in that cage, he reached out to the dragon god Beodac, and asked him to give him strength. He pleaded with Beodac, and said that if he gave him the strength to get out of the cage, he would fight for his way out, he would make the thugs pay, and he vowed vengeance on the Phoenix Legion, and would not rest until his clan was avenged. In that moment, he felt a warmth around his heart.
He held his hand to his chest, and with that same warmth flowing from his hands, some of his wounds were healed. He stood up and punched through the wooden cage, sending some of the smaller thugs scrambling to get away. The three thugs that tried to fight Marux were met with a barrage of lightning from his breath. He grabbed a nearby sword and made short work of the rest of the thugs, bringing the blade down with radiant light across the rest of his captors. He let out others who were caged and doomed for slavery, and emerged from the hideout a new person, ready to hunt those who have made the grave mistake to cross the ones he loves.
just. awesome.