There are many powerful beings through the multiverse that I have faced. The man of steel, The legendary super saiyan, The World Breaker, to name a few. Each one, I have fought and defeated on my travels throughout the multiverse. Each one proving themselves to be the strongest in their own universe, and me defeating them. There is a small reason why I travel and find strong opponents, to become stronger. I have lived for over a very long time, and throughout most of my life, I have been training, fighting, surviving in the some of the most dangerous areas of the multiverse. Some universes I have already seem, some I have not. But no matter the universe, I always survive and fight. But I always wasn't this way. I wasn't this multiversal powerful god, I was once a normal mortal of my home planet: Earth.
I'm not a human, no, but my race have sworn to defend them with our lives. I'm a Draconian, a race of dragon-like humanoids(A/N: Just imagine them like my profile page picture) who have lived on earth evers since it was first born. We were a powerful race of warriors, but also peaceful. When the humans arrived, we mostly kept ourselves hidden from them, and protected them with outworldly invaders or monsters from the underworld, but we would not intervene with human affairs such as the World Wars or Civil Wars. Some of our kind would go and fight with them disguised as humans to blend in. Although this is technically breaking our rule with helping them in their affairs, we wouldn't hold it against them, nor would we despise or hate them for it.
As for me, I was a prince alongside my twin brother. My father was King of the Draconians, along side with my mother, the Queen. I have long since forgotten their names, my father and mother. We lived like an olden knights age, with warriors, kings, queens, etc. But I won't bore you with the rest of this. (A/N: Read my profile page to learn more about the race, this was just a brief description).
My name is Drago Dragonheart, I'm the oldest, strongest, and last Draconian alive. I have long since forgotten my age (A/N: if you look at my age on the profile, yes I know zillion isn't a real number, its just to exaggerate how old I am). I am many things, a warrior, a god, a father, a monster, a hero. Last one I wouldn't call myself, but some people do, and I sometimes despise being called that. My reason is because of the things I do to protect the humans.
I kill.
It may not seem like a big deal, but it is to some people. One of my races rule is to never kill humans unless we had to. Now that my race is gone, I have forgotten most of the rules, or somewhat break them. I did kill humans, but mostly mercenaries or assassins. In the multiverse, I only killed beings that wouldn't disrupt the main universe. For example, I could kill Saitama in a parallel universe, without disrupting the main universe the Real Saitama resides in.
In every universe I went to, I was always, to sometimes, prepared for anything the multiverse threw at me. But for my adventure this time, well, not even my Godly powers could prepare me for this one.
My name is Drago Dragonheart, and I'm about to be sent to a school trained to help monsters co-exsist with humans.
Author's Note: Okay, kind of nervous about this. This will be my first story I ever did in my own without my Co-Author. To clear somethings about to this, I will be reducing Drago's power like I did in my RWBY fanfic. He will have a full human form, and can turn into his true form at will. However, he won't be having his sword, or armor. I won't be giving him his sword back until the second season where Kokoa arrives, since she somehow can turn that flying cartoon bat into weapons. His armor will only form when he turns into his true Draconian form. As always, review or fav, whichever you choose.