[hider=Dragon][b]Name:[/b] Clement Brom - "Dragon" 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Clement is a lean man with a light-chocolate complexion. He stands at an above average height of 5'11" with an athletic build that offers a unnaturally skinny bearing. His dark hair is scruffy and unkempt, like black sheep wool with neat edges and near-faded sides. His wide amber eyes have the tendency to lure others inside their heated embrace; despite the ruggedness on the outside they tend to hold a longing, solemn expression. Above them sit wild eyebrows that offer a bit of ferocity to him, usually out shining the sadness in his eyes. Full lips rest in a frigid straight line underneath his statuesque nose. When confused or surprised, his cocked brows always caused several wrinkles to occur on his tight forehead. While most find it suitable to wear a suit, he only occasionally dresses this way, usually donning a black vest and black tie over a white dress shirt. 

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Gender:[/b] M

[b]Corps:[/b] Hell Hounds 

[b]Bio:[/b] At some point he was just a urban youth, seeking out a way to live a life worth living. He had made it his goal to not end up like all the "up-standing citizens" that he took up shop with. Since he was little, he was always sensitive to the world's subtleties, always seeking the one truth that the world would hide at all the cost. In between searching for an enigma and trying his best to stay a bar above the norm, Clement was actively delving into the supernatural. Looking for some semblance of something greater than himself. 

While he was always reprimanded for doing so, when he came to the age that he could decide for himself, he made the compromise of only studying the supposed lighter sides of the supernatural; Fairies and the such. With time and no sign of answers to come, he packed up all his old books of the supernatural and pushed them out of his mind. So was the way of life when college and the real life is on the precipice of blooming. When things seemed to be going in the right direction, when life was looking up; something unimaginable changed his life. 

Leaving from his girlfriend's dorm and heading back with his roommate, Clement was surprised when they were robbed at gunpoint. Fear gripped him immediately, despite his height and athletics, he had always had a fear of guns and its power. When the man took their cash, the bang of the gun deafened Clement and before long, he realized he had watched his roommate fall. After a threat the man dashed away. Stunned, he quickly called the police and after answering there questions he returned to his dorm room. Just when he reached his dorm room, he heard the voice of shooter. At first he assumed he had been followed but when he turned around, he realized the voice was coming from behind the door.

Enraged and upset, he went into his room fuming at his shamelessness. He went to blaming humanity for their incompetence and cruelty, and in a fit of rage that could only be describe as madness; he rampaged in his room. Suddenly a trail of small embers burst in from his vents, a veil of inky smoke suffocating him until he fainted from the exposure. When he awoke, he saw a minuscule being, elven ears atop of a alien head, indescribable beauty dressed in a flowing red gown floating over him. She spoke in a language that he could only perceive as English, for he could understand her without effort. She asked him what would quell his hatred, for which he answered from the deepest pits of his heart.

[i]"To change the world!"[/i]

She smirked a bit before flying back then shooting through his heart and out through his back. Sure that he was dead, the last thing he remember was the hypnotizing smile of the being floating overhead, When he awoke to the smell of burning wood and a much fouler smell; one that corroded his nostrils from the inside out, he noticed the amberesque hue and roaring flames around him. He rose to his feet and exploded out of the window from fear. After a short rampage and shortly afterwards, hiding, he was taken in under the 'Act of Supernatural' and later the 'Act of Contact'. Due to his abilities and deep desire to see the world change, he was given the moniker "Dragon".

[b]Personality:[/b] Clement is cold and recluse, keeping to himself even among the other Hounds of the organization. He can be considered a hermit, in the sense that he strays far from others and even takes to being inside the shelter of building than outside; his own fate in humanity being shattered to the point that he can hardly stand being around them. His heart is enclosed in a iron-bound cage that only lets the memories of his encounter with the supernatural in. Due to his utter disappointment in mankind, he rarely shows respect to those that deserve it, and thought this may be a certainty, his devotion and appreciation for the royal family has him being foolishly loyal to their every whim. 

[b]Skills:[/b] Blessed by a fairy, a being of inherent magic and endless possibilities, Clement was gifted with the power of fire, smoke, and heat. The ability to generate those elements from within his own self, and the knowledge that his emotions holds a direct correlation to his destructive capabilities. This has given him an almost invulnerability to physical attacks, which usually causes significantly less damage to him. He is incapable of touching water and severe winds can spur on a natural disaster. Along with this affinity to fire, a strange curse has been placed on him; he has lost the ability to laugh and read. 

[b]Gear/Weapons:[/b] None.

[b]Other Information:[/b] None. [/hider]