Vychan the Flamespewer follows the standard physiology of the occidental dragon. He had two large and robust hind limbs capable of holding the entire body of the dragon erect, matched by a set of slightly smaller forelimbs that are capable of limited manipulation and able to support the weight of the beast on all fours. A strong pair of leather wings fold over the back. The head is long and crocidilian, with a robust and reinforced jaw. Unlike most dragons, Vychan usually has what could be considered an amused expression on his scaled and toothy face.
Vychan is a dragon of exceptional pedigree, the first spawn of Xeatoxx the Fiery Terror who laid waste to the NorthDales, and single-clawedly laid siege to the dwarven hold of Byrox. It happened that in Vychan’s youth, the wyrmling was snatched by an especially large and vicious tunnel-weaver, a spider like creature that dwells in the remote places that dragons are wont to frequent. Vychan, started, had been drawn down into the nest, but did kill the Tunnel-Weaver by expelling a rather large and phlematic gout of flame on the creature. The wyrmling, however, was stuck and couldn’t get back out.
Xeatoxx was forced to find alternate help to extricate his spawn. Digging at the earth was futile as the stone was very tough and it would be too easy to collapse the nest, or even rip his own spawn to pieces in the attempt. Xeatoxx was forced to swallow his pride and seek the assistance of a small band of heroes. The heroes did help the wyrmling escape, but also instilled in him an unexpected sense of respect for humans.
Vychan grew into the great wyrm that a spawn of Xeatoxx, himself Spawn of Scagga the Red, was worthy of. But the pride of a father for a son was fouled when Xeatoxx discovered that Vychan had developed an appalling love and respect for humans. The Flamespewer claimed himself to be an ardent supporter of the arts, donating parts of his treasure heap to humans! Xeatoxx was enraged by this and draconic urges demanded that he end this fiasco.
The Battle between Xeatoxx and Vychan was a colossal struggle that devastated the region where it was fought. Xeatoxx was stronger by age, but his time among humans had made Vychan both deceitfully cunning and gave him an unexpected advantage. In the fight, Xeatoxx was assaulted by spells cast by hired magi. Distracted, the elder dragon was defeated and left the younger to his purposes, secretly harboring fear and hatred towards his own offspring.
Vychan is enormously wealthy, his treasure trove rivaling most kingdoms entire value. He doles out small portions of it to those he finds worthy, especially musicians, actors, and sculptors. He also is a patron of the magical arts, providing seed money and a few artifacts to various schools of magic to show his ‘goodwill’ and to keep dragonslayers away from his den.
Vychan is old as far as humans are concerned, nearly two centuries in age. By dragon standards he is still a youngling, still wet from the hatching. He retains a certain youthful vibrancy, but has the accrued wisdom of two sages, a mage, and a room full of politicians. Unlike most dragons, Vychan is fascinated by humans and has been since he was rescued as a wyrmling by a group of them. He likes to play the role of Benefactor to small groups, sometimes as experiments, other times as moving them about like chess pieces.
After his two centuries, the young Flamespewer is noticing the movements of other hidden factions and is irresistibly drawn to the machinations of vampires, liches, immortal elves, and the like.