I wrote this a week or so ago. I didn't post it here because the intended audience was those not familiar with what dragoons can really do..but this is for all of us. This is Me and this is We.
What are you?
I've weathered the storm of the above question, from naysayers of other jobs and from those of my own. With the prompting of Muse disguised as a thief defending her position as a puller, I have found my voice to answer...
I am a Dragoon.
I am a Dragoon. I am not the Father of Deception, I intend to stop the perpetuation of lies. I have rightfully earned the power you perceive. The scales of my armor represent those of a transmuting serpent. I recognize a need and fill it.
I am a Dragoon. I can protect you. I can fight with the vitality and stamina of a warrior. My taunts and misdirection allow a shadowed thief to deal crippling blows in relative safety. I work with my companions in war, my paladins, my ninjas, my warriors, calling back rampaging creatures and protecting my mages.
I am a Dragoon. Nature’s electricity flashes in my reflexes. I can fight with the lithe capabilities of the thief and the samurai. I've been trained in the art of silent and explosive power. And I am a Dragoon. I will not cower or crumble at retaliation.
I am a Dragoon. I can even save your life. My linage did not determine my destiny, I chose it. My path first took me to another school. I was a healer and a magician. I mended wounds, not caused them. I taught these skills to my corded companion and now, she heals you my friends as we consume our prey.
I am a Dragoon. For moments, I can fly. At times, it saddens me that I can't offer this freedom to others. So many of you have such heavy hearts and thus are shackled to the earth. Please do laugh when I jump. It's much more fun than it is funny. It's the closest I can come to bringing you with me into the skies.
I am a Dragoon. I bring a beloved and loyal companion. She won't criticize you, she never stops. All she asks if for are brief breaks to rest her ragged wings. For all her loyalty and bravery in battle, she’s entirely dependent on others for her health. She and I have a bond I could not possibly ever explain. Bound by heart-break, we defeated our bitterness. We carry internal as well as the external scars. She is silent, she is power, she is mine and yet I am willing to share some of that with you. I owe her my life and she owes me hers. You will never find more conviction to prevail.
At one point in the history of my kind, I was your choice to expedite the demise of our prey. Alas, this artificial enhancement was recognized and for the good of all, abolished. Many assumed this was a fatal blow and to many of my fellows, it was. But I am not one of them. I live.
I am a Dragoon. My introduction to the order came in the form of betrayal. I don't shy from your scorn and sneers. There are no barbs you can throw, no twisted words that could possibly poison me more than the wails of my own in their fathoms of self-pity.
I am a Dragoon. I am a Dragon Knight. I fight with the old world dignity of my order. I fight to resurrect and nourish the forgotten honor.
Even when I am an evil overlord, I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.