Name: Sealameet

Dragon age: Adult

Age from hatching: 450 years

Gender: Male

Magic: He manipulates fire, able to create balls of flames around him or usually when enrage having it burst forth from the ground. He also of course breaths it but whats different is that the flames he shoots out of his mouth are blue oddly, meaning it's hotter then what is normally expected able to melt most of anything besides the strongest of metals. He also has a slight ability to understand wolves, not greatly though, just some things here and there.
His weakness with his ability is that the colder he gets, the less likely he will be able to use his fire manipulation.

Dragon looks:




Compact looks:
If one was able to get close enough and mess with his hair, they would notice two small horns coming out of his head. There are scales along the spine of his compact forms back and if one got close enough to his eyes they would realize that they aren't entirely circular and has another set of eyelids.


Personality: He's a somewhat impassive dragon at times, but despite how he may act, underneath it all he is a rather compassionate dragon who is devoted to protecting friends and family. He has a fondness of learning and a habit of hording ancient texts that he might of found on his ventures or got from now lost tribes. He doesn't back down from a challenge easily and can be stubborn over some topics he feels strong about.

Background: Born as the son of Sinh and Andraste, he grew up to be an adult within fifty years after his hatching. He was from the second clutch of eggs of the two somewhat ancient dragons so he has a rather large family, both older and younger then he. He was a rather odd dragon, born with two pairs of wings and rather abundant amount of fur going down his spine which only seemed to increase in amount as he aged. Once becoming an adult, rather finding a mate he decided more on traveling the world a bit and see the wonders it held as well as learn more about the odd race called humans, he was quite curious about them and wished to understand them unlike others. So after the ceremony he was off on his venture, traveling for two hundred years, visiting cities that are now gone or tribes of humans who had since past away. He has since found his own personal home which is away from dragons and humans where he keeps his horde of items that he has collected in quite a rather organized matter. In his ventures he has seen many things and has learned humans are perhaps just as complex as dragons are.

Since his return for the next festival, he shares many of his tales of adventure he had in that two hundred year world trip. He met many friends who he watch grow and pass away. Despite how sad it was to loose those friends he knows death is part of life and most creatures don't share the long life dragon's have. He came across many adventurers as well as a few wolf packs that he remains in contact with through their newer generations.

Name: Lucatiel

Dragon age: adult

Age from hatching: 327

Gender: Female

Magic: Crystal
-Has a crystal like breath that can paralyze foes if they stand in front of it for two long
-Can cause crystals to form around her as a defense mechanism.
-Have crystals rain down from the sky in front of her.
-Makes art out of her crystal abilities.

Dragon looks:



Compact looks:
Basically shown in the image itself. Her reptilian like eyes, slight horns on the front of head, clawed fingers. along with the odd fact she has a tail that she tries her best to keep hidden from view.


Personality: She's a rather social dragon that has no problem making friends with just about anyone she can. Though she appears intimidating and her magic could be somewhat considered dangerous, she is perhaps one of the nicest dragons you could come across. She hardly gets angered and tries to make those around her happy to the best of her abilities. She has a fascination with unique things be it odd glowing stones or other dragons.

Background: Lucatiel hatched and from the moment she hatched her parents knew something wasn't entirely right. When she entered the world, the world was dark and the world has always been dark. She was born blind, and not only that but her lower body hadn't formed properly as it should of. She had also hatched later then the other eggs in her clutch, her parents had nearly given up hope that the egg would ever hatch. When the egg did hatched, they then feared she wouldn't survive long but she pulled through and grew but she was entirely alone most of the time, her parents wanted to make sure she was safe and grew up healthy so few other dragons ever saw her and those that did tended to stay away due to her odd form. She didn't mind, growing up on her own. Her family was all the friends she needed. It was one older brother especially then she loved, that was her older brother Sealameet who upon seeing his sister, decided to help her when he could. He aided her whenever he was back from his journeys, helping her with her blindness. Over time she could make out shapes but color still alluded her. It wasn't until she gained her compact form could she see but even then that site hasn't always been the greatest.
She has remained near the tribe most of her life due to it being a safe haven for her. In her spare time she creates crystal artwork to entertain the younger generation.

Name: Tahamuyra

Dragon age: Adult

Age from hatching: 1313

Gender: Male

Magic: His ability is the manipulation of magma.

Dragon looks:


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Name
Aster

Dragon age
Adult

Age from hatching
290

Gender
Male

Magic
His magic consists of the mixture of the two elements, fire and water. He can breathe either element or both to create a steam breathe. He can manipiluate fire or water into floating swords, using them against any opponent he has. His water magic has the ability to heal wounds and even suck out poisons.

Dragon looks:

Large scar going from his right eye to the top of his right wing all the way across it. His scales are colorful, depending on how one looks at him, the scales can change from red, blue and purple. He's quite large, his body as long as 400 feet and being as tall as 500 feet. Two long dark colored curved horns curving slightly upwards. Has fur along his head, back and tail with the frills.

Compact looks:

Large scar going from his right eye down to his hip. Usually wears a light gray scarf to help cover his face. He has bright glowing purple eyes, and scales over his shoulders and chest. Stands around 5'8. Has long red hair going down to the middle of his back, though it's pulled in a neat low ponytail while the rest of his hair is messy and a little spikey, covering his oddly purple eyes usually.

Personality
Aster is more of a reclusive dragon, preferring to be by himself. He doesn't talk much and acts pretty cold most of the time, but in reality he is pretty lonely and has a kind heart. He's caring for his fellow dragons and most living things, even humans whom he's terrified of. He gets a bit bitter if someone makes fun of his flying. He's pretty cold to strangers, though is mostly nervous and shy to both humans and dragons alike. He enjoys swimming or just relaxing in a grassy field.

Background
Aster was a egg when he lost his parents. They lived in a secluded cave in the mountains, but they were killed by a ambush of human hunters. Taking the egg in their possession, they traveled to a human village, though they accidentally dropped it down a cliff. Luckily, the egg did not break, but their was a large crack on the right side of it. It had been a long 800 years since his parents birthed his egg, and it only took five more after his egg was taken.

After he was hatched, it was noticed he had a large scar over his right eye and over his wing. A sign of the consequence of dropping him as a egg. The humans didn't mind since it most likely meant he would not be able to fly away from them. They kept him chained, and had him on display just to show what they accomplished. Poked him with shock sticks to make him obey and cracked spiked whips. How heroic they were for slaughtering a family and taking a mere newborn as a slave.

As time went by, the young dragon tried calling, roaring for help, but none ever came from his own kind. They could not either hear him or they simply did not want to risk it. He did not know. Chained to the ground, and as much as he tried, his injured right wing would not carry him off he ground and it ached since the day he hatched.

When his one hundred days hit, he turned into his compact form, and the chained collar was choking him. His compact form was bigger at the time and it wasn't a great moment for Aster as he just about suffocated. Just then though, a human boy perhaps in his young teen years came to him. Unlocking the chain. There was no time to ask questions as his odd savior quickly dragged him out, putting a cloak over the dragon. His captors did not seem to recognize him as their pet dragon, so they ignored them.

For a couple of days, Aster stayed with the boy in a cave in the woods. The boy called himself Zafine. At the time Aster didn't have a name and merely shook his head in response, unsure how to exactly react to this situation. This boy was human, the creature that had tormented him all his life, but also his savior. Zafine decided to call him Aster, since his dragon form shimmered like a star. The boy then explained that Aster needed to go to the Dragon Tribe, where he'd be safe. Since Aster could not fly, he'd just have to walk in his compact form.

Aster wanted to question how the boy knew so much, but couldn't find the words. So he left, journeying to the Dragon Tribe. It took perhaps ten years, in which his dragon form was about a teen.

When he arrived they welcomed him, though the other young dragons made fun of him for being flightless. Pointing out that even the wingless skinny dragons could fly. Thankfully the elders were kind to him, one even helping him fix up his wing as best as they could. Even though, he's not the best flier and is prone to fall if it gets too exhausted.

After five years of living with the Dragon Tribe and learning the customs of his kind as well as he a better flier, he found himself unsure where to go next. It felt odd being among fellow Dragons since he was not born amongst them, yet he feared humans for what they did to him. Yet at the same time he kept thinking back on that young human boy whom had saved his life. Deciding to risk it, he flew back to where Zafine had nursed him to health at that cave. Of course, the boy was not there, instead it was a full grown man. Age twenty-three in human years, a time in their prime apparently.

Zafine was glad to see the beautiful dragon again, and greeted him with the same warmth he had showed as a boy. Aster found that he wasn't as afraid of this human... Perhaps the only human he did not fear. Staying at that cave, Aster lived mostly in his compact form, in fear that if any other human discovered him, they would kill him. His human comrade agreed, explaining that many hunters would adore his scales and sharp teeth and claws.

A couple years passed and everyday Zafine would come visit the dragon. This was the only person Aster found he could properly talk with, even smile and laugh. They talked about how humans and dragons lived, their fears, their dreams.... Until Aster found himself falling into a great sin. Falling in love with a human. It was quite ironic really, living the thing he feared... Yet Zafine was different from his tormentors. He was kind, and full of life, even went out of his way to make the dragon laugh.

It was wrong he knew, humans lived such tiny lives in comparison and their magic was much too small to produce a dragon egg... But he couldn't help it. He never felt lonely with this man around. So he accepted the fate of simply watching the human grow old, being with him until his last breathe. Aster chose to stay and watch as Zafine eventually found his own love with a beautiful human woman. Although painfully, he watched happily at his friend's happiness. After a few years, when Zafine was of thirty five years of age, he had his own children, a boy and a girl. Zafine happily showed Aster his family, and the children loved playing wih the dragon, though the wife was more wary.

Eight years after the children were born, something grave happen. Waking up in the middle of the night, Aster saw fire coming from the village. Worried for his human friends he went into the village in his compact form, only to discover Zafine's home burnt into ashes, scorch marks everywhere. He found the bodies of Zafine, his wife, and boy child dead and burnt. Their daughter crying over them.

At first, Aster was shocked at the sight before he heard a mighty roar in the skies. Looking up he saw a huge adult dragon raining hellfire upon the terrorized village. Shock and surprise soon passed into utter rage. Transforming into his true self, the young Dragon flew into a furious rage and confronted the other dragon in battle.

It was a difficult battle considering he was still a teen and he sustained quite a bit of injuries, he managed to drive the other dragon off. After it was over, he took Zafine's surviving daughter and flew off to a safer place. At the age of fifty he became a adult and left to live on his own by a lake, where he raised the human girl until she was old enough to be on her own, before leaving her in a human village to live amongst her own kind. Although she disputed the idea, Aster refused, insisting she was better off with other humans before leaving.

Over the years, he does check how the family of the human whom he once loved are fairing, though he is mostly forgotten, the humans he knew long dead.

Name
Damia

Dragon age
Child

Age from hatching
150

Gender
Female

Magic
Still being a child, Damia cannot do too much magic. She manages to make the basic dragon breath. The left head breathes a light green sparkling mist that gives a calming aroma that has minor healing factors and blooms flowers. Her right head breathes a more foul odar that can be suffocating if one breathes it in too long, as well as turns plants that breathe in enough into a more intellectual plant creatures.

Dragon looks

Damia is two headed dragon with a body like a snake and large set of wings just two feet below the split between the heads. She is a long dragon, about 30 feet long, but she isn't the biggest of dragons.

Compact looks

She stands around 5'0 and her scales are on her forehead, which she covers with her head band.

Personality
Damia is a bit of a odd sort, having a slight split personality. Most of the time, she's energetic and friendly to others. Eager to meet and greet with her fellow dragons amongst the tribe. Other times she is challenging and even violent, eager to to grow and be a mighty full grown dragon. She's adventurous, and enjoys exploring around the lands, but does not stray too far from the Dragon Tribe, not completely willing to meet with any confrontations like humans. Her heads tend to represent her inner thoughts. He left being the more friendly, do what's right, the right head being more ruthless. For example, with humans the left wouldn't want to hurt them, thinking maybe some are good, while the right would wonder how they would eat and notes they should rip them apart. It's like having the constant angel and devil on the shoulder banter.

Background
Damia was hatched into the tribe in the rookery amongst many other Dragon eggs. Her parents often being adventurous and flying off into other lands, meeting with other Dragon Tribes. Whenever they returned, they would share glorious tales of their adventures. Explaining different cultures some tribes had, as well as the intriguing news on the humans. Humans evolving with such odd knowledge with their technology and culture of their little wars. Some tales shining light upon them, some making them out to be savage monsters.

The other dragonlings teased her a bit for her two heads, since multi headed dragons were a bit rarer, but she either ignored them or snapped at them to be quiet. She dreams of being flying out on her own like her parents, but for now she settles with bugging the older dragons in telling her tales. Especially during the Dragon Festival.

Name
Flight Officer Myrtle Harbird-Flower
Mary or Hary to friends.

Age
22

Job
Engineer/Pilot/Researcher

Looks


Background & Personality
Myrtle is a outgoing and adventurous individual who loves to travel in the skies. She likes deeming herself to be the best pilot around as well as the best one to fix up a skyship. One could call her a bit weird, since she often talks fast mostly about tech and gets overly excited in anything related to it and flying. She's a bit bold, not afraid to get into peoples faces or to drag them into something. Overall though, she's kind hearted and is willing to help out others in whatever way she can. Even if her way may not be the correct way. Tends to joke around a lot.

As a little girl, she's always dreamed of being in the skies. Her grand mother telling stories of a mighty creature called a dragon whom had raised her until she was old enough to be on her own. How it was to fly through the skies with the wind blowing through her hair. Although finding a dragon and flying by them would be a dream come true, Myrtle wanted to be able to fly on her own as well. So she studied hard in the city when she was just a young teen in engineering and piloting a skyship. Working hard enough to become a professional at the young age of sixteen. But her quest for knowledge never ceases as she researches ways to make skyships better, and to improve human transportation. What better way then to research dragons?

Myrtle was working one day, pondering on plans before remembering her grandmothers tale on the Dragon. She told her tales that there were several different kinds of dragons. Some using wings to fly, some even just using magic to fly, though she herself had never seen them. If this was true, then perhaps there could be a way to improve skyships. Though humans had not nearly close enough magic talent to a dragon, some specialized in it and perhaps researching the creatures would overall assist in human lives. So she set off to search for the dragon her grandmother had lived with. A difficult search indeed, but thanks to some descriptions on the creatures habits and looks, as well as a skyship... She eventually managed to find him.

Plot Idea
For years, humans have been living well off their flying machines for travel as well as using weapons to hunt, but their resources are a bit dwindling, making it more difficult to use their machines efficiently. Myrtle hopes to learn from Dragons, the creatures who are long lived and most likely hold the greatest knowledge in many manners such as magic, a potential resource that could be used to assist powering the machines. As well as possible trading partners. But to know someone of such a different culture, one must be full in it. What better way to learn but by being right in the middle of dragon social life and customs revealed in a festival? And if dragons wish, they could come and do the same in the human world. Of course hiding their identity since humans freak out a lot. Good luck to Myrtle hiding dragons in the city though.

Name: Winterink

Age: Teen {is actually an adult already but doesn't remember that}

Compact Form: Female, white-blond hair, cobalt blue eyes that are slitted like a dragons, 5'7, slim, strong, wears steampunk jacket, boots and pants, noticeable fangs when she smiles, and pointed ears

Dragon Form: White-Ice scales, cobalt blue eyes, slimmer than most, 9ft tall and 11ft long from tail tip to nose, & a spade shaped tip at the end of her tail. Her scales rub together silently when she walks and its silent and creates fluffy snowflakes. her scales are slender, hard, and never wear down from rubbing against each other.

Magic: can freeze things and preserve them forever by using ice that never melts, create weapons out of ice and snow, create snowstorms, blizzards, make it cold or snowy wherever she goes. she can also make it snow over whoever she wishes and likes really cold places.

Background: Winterink woke up inside a warm cave by a sparkling river one day and didn't remember who she was, where she was from or anything. She only knew how to shift to her compact form and what her name was and how to use her powers. She stayed in the cave for several days trying to remember who she was. She finally took flight to find other dragons and met up with an old blueblack dragon who told her everything about thier kind and what he knew of humans and their machines. Winter then thanked him and flew to the Aging Festival where she was allowed to become a teen. That was years ago.

She has made new memories since then and is living peacefully in the cave where she first woke up. She practices her powers daily and has fun making it snow over the nearby village at random times in the year, much to the deight of the children.

Personality: She loves children and has a deep loathing to anyone who mistreats them. When she finds out about someone who does that she freezes them to ice then smashes them, erasing their existence. She is generally kind and mostly soft spoken but scary as hell when shes pissed. Winterink prefers to be called Winter as her nickname.

His arms are covered in white fur similar to his dragon form, as well as a plate of hard bone and long fingernails, usually covered by his sleeves, as well as a pair of two small, almost unnoticeable horns often covered by a hat or bandana on his head. His eyes are purple with slitted pupils similar to cat's eyes, so he often wears dark glasses. Is often seen carrying a worn wooden staff.

She keeps her black tail at times she hides it under skirt at times she doesnt.

Name: Honorable Mohon Erma Garret-Scroggs, nicknamed by Siabel Momo
Age: 16
Job: Being a company for Siabel, or pet.
Looks:
She tends to wear dresses, and is always seen with her bag full of little machines/trinkets.

Background & Personality:
She was the daughter of a priestess and a inventor her mother died on her birth, her father was mostly busy so the church took care of her. At the age of 4 she was given as company, a pet to the demanding dragon. Her father had no power to retrain his daughter from the church. Pulling himself even more into isolation and creating little things he regularly send to her. She grow with Lady Siabel up. She was the one who taught her to be well mannered, not really enjoying the curious spirit she had. But at times letting her go wander around.
She finds dragons beautifully, and wish to know more about them.
Plot Idea: Being a human in front of all this dragons, is already a mess up. Especially is she is barely sustaining her curiosity. Being a dragons pet, should keep her safe...or?

Tarkus is a truly massive dragon, roughly 25 meters long and a wingspan more than double that. In between his scales glows a power than screams respect.

Tarkus' skin has patches of dark scales along his body with clawed hands and feet.