Once a nobleman, now the King of Gales, John Goldwind commands the wind itself. Trained by a dragon, crowned through prophecy, he shattered the Red King and rules with wisdom, fury, and unshakable love.

 “The wind does not choose where it blows — only what it leaves standing.”
— John Goldwind, before the Battle of Crimson Dunes

 
He was once only John of House Al-Mighty, a forgotten son of a noble line destined to fade into obscurity. But prophecy does not leave quiet names unshaken. The stars whispered of a coming war, of a Red King who would set the skies aflame and scour the land in fire. To face this doom, John sought the winds.

He climbed the frozen peaks of the North, where breath itself turns brittle and mountains sing with storm. There, upon the heights, he bent the knee before the Great Dragon of the North Wind. What passed between man and dragon is unknown. Years passed. Perhaps centuries. When he descended again, the storms followed him.

Upon the crimson dunes, John met the Red King. Steel clashed against flame. Sky thundered against ash. Their battle bent time and carved valleys into the earth. When it ended, one king remained. Not of fire. Not of ruin. But of wind and will.

Thus rose the King of Gales.

John Goldwind rules with patience as deep as stone and a voice calm as a passing breeze. Yet those who test his mercy find only storm — a tempest swift, unyielding, and merciless. His magic is a whisper that topples mountains, a breath that can sweep nations into ruin.

And yet, behind the storm lies the man who sought only to protect his kin. A father. A ruler. A mortal who carries the love of family as fiercely as he commands the winds.

But even winds shift.

And prophecy seldom ends where it begins.

Date of Birth

13th of Wealsun 400 BDE

Gender

Male

Eyes

Blue

Hair

White

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale white

Height

7'11

Weight

180 lb