Name: Draken Dragon age: Grandpa, almost Grand Grandpa Age from hatching: 2,000 Gender: Male Magic: Dream/Nightmare. He has the ability to reveal someone's strongest fear. Sucking them into a world contorted from their absolute terrors. So much so it can lead someone in tears and his dreams are so lifelike, someone can feel what happens to them. If one is burning, they feel the horrors if burns, the smell of smoke and rotting flesh... As well, he can make pleasant dreams... And trap someone into a pleasant slumber for all eternity if they do not wish to escape such a wonderful dream. His breathe can be a black fire, or a strange mist that lulls someone to sleep. He's powerful enough to place cursed over countries, rain hellfire, and make some dreams a reality Dragon looks: Compact looks: Stands around 6'8. He has red eyes and horns curving from his head and scales along his ears. Almost always wears a black hooded cloak. Personality: A pretty odd elder dragon and a powerful one at that, he pretty much does what he wants. Seeming neutral when it comes to humans and dragons. He still attends the dragon festival, and is known to be a bit mysterious if not a bit mischievous. He seems to play by his own rules, messing with others in his own way. He gives information of both dragons and humans but not enough to be threatening to either race, seeming to do both harm and good for both. He loves eating humans, and used to burn down villages in his younger years, but now he seems content relaxing a bit more and getting free meals from Dragon Churches. Enjoys playing with riddles and tricks and messing with younger dragons, and he can come off as mean and cruel sometimes, until he actually helps out which can often confuse others of his intentions. Can sometimes show a strange kindness to others. He's often playful and teasing. Although he seems to keep a cool head most of the time, he does tend to be possessive in what he considers his and youngsters seeming not to realize that fact. Background: Draken's hatching took around 1,000 years, and he aged to adult at fifty. In his younger years of teens and as a adult, he often went and burned down villages, gulping down humans as he went. Humans being his favored taste. His attacks calmed though and soon he stopped at the age of 100 when he turned into a grandfather. The humans of the Dragon Church made a deal with him, serving as one of their gods and in return he would receive peace and meals. Even those of humans that were meant to be executed. He agreed, deciding relaxing would be good for him. The dragon hunters took interest of a dragon so nearby, but could not use the old dragon for their needs, being protected by the church. So instead they wished for his assistance against his own kind. Draken sort of agreed, telling what sorts of dragons they caught were and the rules, but never revealed the location of any dragon homes or the dragon tribe, frustrating the dragon hunters with his little of help. Though when a dragon does attack where the town he is currently residing in, he will go out and protect it, so the hunters have little to complain about. In turn though, Draken attends the festivals and reveals some information he has on humans to his own kind, but also not revealing too much. Seeming to find this almost a amusing game. Or simply another test for those he meets. Who can say? He has a few hatchlings in his years, one of them being Damia. Recently: He sort of helped out the captured dragons. And also possibly helped put them there. Who bloody knows.

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. Recently, he was captured by human hunters, but rescued.

Name Damia Dragon age Teen 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. Recently, she was one of the humans who helped rescue the captured dragons. 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: 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: Grandfather Age from hatching: 1313 Gender: Male Magic: Poison breath, it looks similar to flames but it is green in color and doesn't burn the foes but rather suffocates them of air or if the person is lucky to survive suffocation they die slowly of the poison the breathed in. Dragon looks: Has a third eye in the middle of his forehead Compact looks: Scales on back of neck, dragon eyes, and nails that are claws. Personality: He's somewhat of a loner preferring solitude over being in large crowds though he is trying to be better around his own kind since his younger siblings seem to think he needs a life outside of his travels and perhaps a special someone which he doesn't understand. He's rather factual and blunt in most things. Background: Born from the first clutch of his parents, he is perhaps the oldest in the family of his. His life has mostly been spent in solitude or in the presence of other dragons as he mostly avoided the town and villages of men and other creatures having no interest in them and feeling it best to let them be after everything that has happened between them. Unfortunately the two living relatives that always come to the festival try to drag him into trouble as well into the human realm which is the only reason he made himself a human form. The big oddity of him having a third eye on the middle of his forehead is considered a blessing in his family, showing his bloodline to one of his ancestor's who bore a single red eye in the middle of his forehead himself. (this is basically where the eye is located if you are wondering, just watch the trailer below to see what I'm talking about: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pV8mbFxZHO4)

about 5'8", and albino. Has no right eye. quick sketch without mask:

Name: Jeonbae Dragon age: Grandfather/Grandpa Age from hatching: 433 Gender: Male Magic: Jeonbae can create as well as control lightning and lightning strikes and arcs. Because of this, he is one of the only dragons able to fly in a thunderstorm without getting struck by lightning. During a thunderstorm, or if one is nearby, he can call down a lightning bolt at will at any place within a few kilometers of where he is. If a thunderstorm isn't around, he can create lightning but it wouldn't be as strong as normal. In addition, with some effort, he can control electrical pulses of the nervous system within humans and some dragons, but only while in contact with them. As well as being able to control thunderclouds, he can, in a way, look through nearby thunderclouds and gain a hazy, bird's-eye view on the world below. However, it is difficult for him to control the way electricity travels in water and thus may be able to electrocute himself in some situations, albeit without much harm. An unusual aspect about his powers is that Jeonbae has learned to control it in some situations by humming. Dragon looks: Compact looks: Personality: Jeonbae is friendly around almost everyone, often contributing to whatever people might be talking about. In front of most people, he laughs a lot and tends to joke sometimes, and is supportive. However, he can be very analytical and even critical sometimes, noticing faults in someone, but usually chooses to overlook them and be accepting of what they are. He's a quick thinker, making him good in arguments and debates against others. While he is able to forgive others, he can hold negative feelings for a long time but normally can let go after some time. It may be hard to gain his trust, but if you can, he can be the most loyal dragon you can know. He can also get excited about sometimes superficial things in a childish way, especially rare items. When asked nicely to do something within reason, he is obliging, but he hates people who are clingy. So much. Background: Jeonbae was born in a small clutch of eggs in the middle of a large, flat plain, only three including himself. Despite what often happens, the three dragons bonded together well, forming a friendship that would last for a long time. His parents often lived outside the nearby tribe, preferring the open space of the fields. However, unbeknownst to the family, hunters had started scouting the area. One day, a group happened upon the family, and notified everyone else. Thankfully, they escaped before the hunting party could come to kill the dragons. The family moved into the tribe permanently after that. For a while, he was a bit of an outcast because he was born outside. To others, it didn't look like he minded too much, but it hurt him a little. Later, when Jeonbae became a teen at post-hatching age 50, he became interested the tribe's economy and trading. Soon enough, he was contributing to the small economy that existed between dragon tribes. For a long time he would ferry goods between tribes, often spending years away from his home. One day, when he was flying between two tribes that were a little far apart, he was spotted and targeted by a human city on the ground below. Unfortunately, he was hit by one of the city's war machines, and forced to land rather close to the city. The humans captured him out of fear of retribution, and for several months he was jailed, unable to escape. During his time there, he managed to glean a little of human trading culture and became immensely interested in the possibility of trading between the tribes and the humans. Eventually he managed to escape and run back to the tribe he was supposed to go to. He was treated for lasting wounds, but he never told anyone about his new dream. When he returned to his home tribe after a long time, he requested permission from the GreatGrandmother of the tribe if he could trade some goods between dragons and humans. She reluctantly agreed, but under the condition that it's secret. For another hundred and fifty years, he's been trading with human cities around the area, sometimes branching out to the north or south, returning to the tribe once or twice every few years. When he passed the age test to become a Grandpa, he was required to stay around his home-tribe in order to protect it and fulfill. However, by then he had amassed a decent fortune in goods, and has continued to trade with cities close by. As well as trading, he has made sure to report of any plans the human cities had against the dragon tribes to the GreatGrandmother.

Largely neutral towards humans, but even though he was captured he is able to recognize that only some dislike him and will treat them kindly. Ocotl speaks slowly and carefully, if he speaks at all, which is rarely. However, he moves quickly and sharply, often being impulsive in movement only, despite his normally meditative nature. He attempts to avoid conflict whenever possible, but his cold personality can sometimes rub people the wrong way, and he ends up having to fight. Surprisingly, he has a rather dark sense of humor, even though he has almost never made a joke. He enjoys the company of other creatures, and doesn't mind being the center of attention. He'll make silent suggestions about where to go, but prefers to stay out of human affairs. Ocotl is helpful to a fault, often never hesitating to assist any sort of creature without questioning it, sometimes landing him into trouble or danger. He values kindness in a companion, and if you can convince him of it, he will be loyal to you for a long time. He can take almost any tree-like humanoid form he wishes, different colored leaves, different types of leaves, patterned bark, hanging fruits (sometimes edible), as well as height to a certain degree. However, he cannot discard or change his form at will once it has been made, unless it is destroyed or burned, at which point his spirit can inhabit a tree and create a new form using its energy, but destroying the tree in the process. The older or larger the tree, the more powerful he is in physical strength. The form does not naturally decompose, as it is technically alive. If he does not regain a form quickly after having his previous one destroyed, his spirit will be easy to capture, or it will eventually dissipate and he will die. Ocotlantli was created by an eccentric but very skilled Great-Grandfather Dragon many years ago with incredible power over nature in order to serve as a bodyguard and protector for him. Existing as a spirit of nature, and freely able to change forms within nature at will. Eventually, he was captured and forced into a tree, the dragon bending and shaping the tree to look like a human. He was very violent at first, the Dragon often having to restrain him using his magic. The Dragon treated him with the utmost kindness, and in time Ocotl calmed down, growing kind and loyal like his master. Over several years, the Dragon created two more creatures like Ocotl, named Ocotlihuian, and Ocotlipaquil. One day, the Dragon was set upon by a massive group of hunters, having been tipped off by a local village. They managed to surprise the Dragon, but the three warriors rushed to his aid. The battle lasted for several hours, and Ocotlihuian and Ocotlipaquil were overwhelmed by the hunters sheer force, their forms burnt to ash. Ocotlantli managed to stay strong for longer, but he too was burned up, and his master killed after the long battle, his power depleted from the long battle. Unable to stay as a spirit, he consumed a tree and created a new form for himself using it. With Ocotlihuian's and Ocotlipaquil's whereabouts unknown, and the Dragon defeated, he wandered forests and landscapes, exploring human society. However, he quickly learned that his presence was feared, and often had to take new forms, as he did not understand that humans did not like him, and got burned up. While on the outskirts of a small town one day, a young woman found him, and fearful, went to go tell the town's marshal. Just as she was about to run away, she stopped, and went back to him, becoming friends with him. After spending several weeks being friends with the woman, spending afternoons talking with her and learning about the human world, she introduced him to the townspeople. They were scared and angry at first at his strange appearance, but after some convincing by the girl, they accepted him and even started being kind to him, like the Dragon did so many years ago, realizing that humans aren't so bad after all. Some villagers taught him basic combat, and he became skilled with the sword and quarterstaff very quickly, but he ultimately disliked using them. He left the village many years ago, but still visits sometimes, preferring to wander the forests, hills, and mountains instead and discover as many new things about the human and dragon world as possible. He had recently been captured by the Hunter's Guild, his personality being ideal for a servant or laborer, about four months prior to now.

Name:Mirazan Dragon age: grandgrandma Age from hatching:~ 300 years Gender: female Magic: Light and energy manipulation and creations. she is able to take away the shine or give it to as she see fit. As the grandgrandmother she of course support the ancient spell that keeps the tribe hidden. Of course as many other things if a dragon brings in the human the protective shield will let them enter it. Another spell is the spell of the 'sun night' where she steals all sun light sinking everything in the dark and cold. She can even go so far where she steals and impose in herself any form of the light torch light candlelight, all of them will burn but no light will be released. She can create out of light and energy, puppets that are her eyes and ears from affair. Shiny butterflies and fireflies are her favorite to make. She sees with them when she is asleep, so awake she isnt completely aware of what her butterflies are seeing. She has strong healing powers but she cannot wake up the death. It mostly based on light waves that stimulate another healthy to get better and cells to heal faster. Whit of course comes the pure battle aspect of using light. Blinding melting or burning and cutting using sun rays like whips. But at night her skin can shine bright as the sun and use it just as she uses the sun during the day. But at will she can tone it done, but not enough to not be seen or noticeable against the dark skies. Dragon looks: Just the tail is more flat then on the picture. and she isnt the biggest dragon around neither she is the oldest, but there are smaller dragons then her. Maybe around 15m in height. Compact looks: She prefers blue cloths and wears a scarf and hat, the scarf to hide that at her neck the scales are there Just as small like horns still sticking on top of her head. Her eyes a really light blue, and she pouts a lot in her compact form, most of times she tends to kick other dragons in they compact form if they dare laugh at her. Personality: She is sensitive at her compact form looks. And could lunch her self and damage badly if someone dared to tease her. She sleeps a lot so in her sleep she uses the fireflies and butterflies to look over the world. she is disciplined but is able to look over a a mistake and joke a young dragon makes. Background: Hatching took the 4th longest in the dragon history, she aged to a adult in the first year after her hatching to climb up the next step on the dragon festival after it. Becoming a grandmother at the age of 11. She was incredibly talented but curious and jealous she got to jump over the careless days of a young dragon. But the harsh reality soon hit her. She had to keep dragons safe, she swore to do it with all her mind as she was carelessly trusting a dragon teen, who killed one of the human flying machines. Considering it a threat and not just a overly curious dragon. But after a few events she soon became accustom to her role and she did visited the humans several times thought she prefer if her little dragons do not ever meet them. Why she did it? Understand your enemies to lean how to deal with them. She would prefer to not let any dragon ever interact with humans, but she is aware thats mission impossible. Which makes her a over protective mother figure who would stalk after her pour children to make sure no danger befalls them. And if it does, it wouldnt be her first time to turn a metropolis to ash on her own.

Name: Moris de Explendirg Age: 42 Job: Bartender, broker . Looks: Background & Personality: He has not the friendliest looks on his face. In his young days, he was a hunter. He lost a leg that was replaced with a mechanical leg. His arm need support to be able to move it freely. It was a dragon and a vampire who temporally joined forces to repel the hunters, that gave him the injury that made him go into pension. It was a injury on his spine. It got healed enough to allow him to walk, but prolonged standing running and similar things are near impossible or joined with heavy pain. He can work with the hunters and point the dragons out. But his ideas about the hunters arent the purest either. Thinking their plotting and methods are at times to soft on the beast. That some join just for the status and name, and another corrupt. Plot Idea: Will be the bartender of the bar where the dragons are. Will be extremely not pleased if a fight breaks out in his bar.

Name: Chu Dragon age: Adult Age from hatching: 321 years Gender: Male Magic: Earth. He is specialized in moving the earth or softening ground creating mud traps whit no escape or making the earth more nutritious. At same he can move extremely fast once he start digging. Being faster underneath then some dragons flying. He can raise the earth that is softer and use it as spikes or dummies. His greatest thing is making a mud wave to bury his opponents. But its not big in size. Dragon looks: his dragon form is extremely small maybe somewhat bigger then the size of a cat. His wings are just big enough to give him the ability to fly but he gets extremely fast tired if he does fly, preferring digging as he moves a lot faster that way. Compact looks: he has scales over his legs and feet resemble more of his dragon form then human feet. And making him hate shoes, wearing bigger shoes so he can fit in them, wearing socks. Personality: He is loving his adult life, Savoring The freedom he doesnt mind too much the adult responsibility. He is quite the prideful fellow and likes to be the dragon who would tease his friend until they end up in a fight from which he hides under the earth. He stays mostly in his compact form as in his dragon form he tends to feel way too weak as in: 'They will step on me, and not even notice it' Causing him to mostly feel paranoid if not under earth, and he dislike flying for pretty much the same reason feeling as a stronger wing flap of a friend may send him flying into a side of a mountain or a tree. He believes strongly in love and that dragons should purse in finding the perfect partner and make lots of eggs. His hord he hides deep under the earth, mostly consisting of thinks he saw humans give to each other in courting. He enjoys flirting and be immature at times around the ones he calls friends. but can get violent if someone pulls a baby or egg in danger. Background: Chu was born quite fast inside the nursery of a smaller tribe far in the cold lands. He never meet his parents as he was told they liked to travel around the world. The dragons who took care of him told him stories of the passionate love of his two mothers that no adventure was too far away. He was spoiled and taken care of the dragons in that tribe as he was the smallest around. Which was nice until the other dragons didnt tease him about it. When his magic showed for the first time he went with many others dragons to the tribe where the festival was hold, becoming a child. He decide to stay there instead of coming home, training and trying his best to improve his magic, 100 years later he was a teen. And he left to explore the world around, finding it positive that he can easily hide from humans as their were used to hunt much bigger fellows. But even so his curiosity ended him in several city, where he discovered bars and alcohol. One time it was close as several humans who enjoyed to cuddle with him, dragged him in a room and attempted to undress him. That scared him extremely thinking they discovered him to be a dragon and was searching for the proof of it. He escaped by jumping out of the window and digging himself in in just matter of seconds. He traveled under the earth the whole way to the dragon tribe back. Staying there for a few decades helping with nursing the eggs and soon becoming adult. He still would go to the human places on occasion but being more carefully with the alcohol, preferring to just bring the booze to his home in the dragon tribe and share it there in safety. When it comes how he buys the things he ears the mons in bars with humans playing some of their card games.

Name: Siabel Dragon age: Teen Age from hatching: 201 Gender:Female Magic: Air magic. She is prone to create slow cold and hot winds, which she can use to create a form of illusion. She can breath in all the air in a few meters around her, or rich it up with oxygen until the smallest thing do into make it explode. She Is trying to make cutting winds but its hard for her to aim or control where they go. She can use her magic to make her extremely fast flyer and even mess with other dragons flying by manipulating the air pressure under their wings. Dragon looks: Compact looks: She keeps her black tail at times she hides it under skirt at times she doesnt. Personality: She is in her rebellious age. She would do anything to make the old dragons snarl at her, only to then remind them that every dragon has the right to live how they want. She likes to laugh and play with humans. From which she thinks the only right way to deal with is to make them fear the dragons and then have obeying them. She can be bitter but tends to enjoy to question other dragons, not only about their life but to make them go in a serious debate about humans. Background: Her egg was stolen from her father and when she hatched human priests were surrounding her. She was kept in a golden cage and were preyed too. They were nice enough but they saw her as a object, a object of great important. When she first turned in her compact form it was a young child. They moved her to have her own room. But she was over time bored, demanding to be given stuff. They didnt, saying they dont want to ruin her pure dragon blood with books and toys that were made by humans. She kept on demanding until one day her magic didnt show she took a deep breath in holding it in and suffocated a human to death. She didnt understood what just happened but she demanded from the others to give her stuff. And they did what made her extremely happy. Her compact form slowly matured until she wasnt a young woman, and she turned the church priest into her obeying slaves. She was a baby with magic she felt the need to go somewhere, and the day the hunters came demanding the priest to kill her she killed the hunter and fly fast away. She arrived to the main tribe from and jumped to the age of teen. But being surrounded with so many dragons made her fear it. She wasnt used to it and she left the day festival ended, returning to the church. The priestess believe projecting her saying that hunters has no right to hunt on the church ground. She stayed there allowing the silly rituals to be practiced, and in return she was ''projecting'' them from other dragons. Not that any had interest in killing any human they just would fly by, but she would make a big deal out of it, just to remind them to not turn on her. She determent to become a adult dragon and she is coming to the Festival, with her pet human (How she calls her) as company. A 16 year old woman that was given to her when she lately demanded a playmate.

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?

Standing at 170cm (roughly 5'5ft), the skin of his human form has little give and has a strange porcelain smoothness to it.

Taking the appearance of an adult dragon with ink black skin with a brilliant smooth sheen as if devoid of scales. While in this form, a light black mist continuously drifts from their figure, slightly obscuring themselves if they stood still long enough.

The rippling dark mass which Keepa is made from shrinks and grows with the tide of energy they consume. In their true form, their magic is at its most powerful although the light of the sun (and other lights to a far lesser degree) burns away their mass. This is The only way the humans have found to contain Keepa, by shining spotlights on his human form day in and day out to discourage the use of this form. Fire is a functioning substitute, Keepa is otherwise highly resilient to most elemental and physical damage.

Where I am from? Hrm. That is the wrong question to ask, as I am faraid I have no feelings for that nameless land. They...had rather I left, I suppose you could say. Hmm...yes..no, I would not be here if I could be there as I am sure you understand. Heh heh~ It has been a while since I've had any company. If you don't mind me saying, it is quite hard to see you from here...ma'am? Sir! Right, my apologies. You are very quiet, and you keep it so bright. Where was I? Ah, well, starting from the beginning is what I am best at, wouldn't you agree? Hmm~? hu hu hu~! I was once the talk of the town, a saber-slicker in their own right before being propositioned by a handsome young human. His claim was his soul against my sword, that he could strike me down and I would never again stand without even a single scratch upon his armor. Foolish as I was, so eager to eat souls that I~ Oh, come now, don't ruin the ending before it had even happened! A threat? Why, I would never stand a chance against your human engineering. Look at me now. What threat could I pose, chained to a wall in broad daylight for all to see, with only your painted white line to entertain on the off hours. You might see a line, I see a wall that divides two people. And what would I have to gain? I belong here, after all. On that, we can both agree, yes? I...deal...with your human prisoners, and in turn...well, I actually have no idea what you all get out of this. Maybe you just like me~ I cannot entirely entertain an ideas as to why, though... *sigh* Compliments!? Oh my, maybe today is a good day. You're nothing like the others that tried beating me or flaying me for scales I do not have. Pretty smart; pretty and smart~ Just a joke, just a joke! I only figured you would like a compliment in return. Oh, come on, don't leave! ______________________________ The subject has repeatedly insisted they be called an array of different names, all of which come with various backgrounds and variations of cooperation. They have settled on 'Keepa' now, although the staff refer to them simply as 'The Liar' Liar was picked up on the outskirts of the Gold Village after reports of bodies found in alleys. Most were armed and considered either muggers or the like, but concern arose with the note that none of the bodies possessed significant wounds and had simply perished from apparent heart failure. Regardless of their crimes, it was official that we had a situation on our hands. Liar was later recovered in the middle of its apparent feeding on another victim, subdued with UV lights and transported to the prison before it could recombine. The Liar was held for three years before the breakout and is still considered at large. Little is known about the subject and caution is encouraged. Their whereabouts are unknown as of the moment.

Name: Purpura Flamma(Demon Name; AKA Blaze Crimson), Hazel Age: 400 Personality: Hazel has a laid-back facade yet impulsive personality, often times leading her into funny situations and will get serious when she needs to. She has a good charisma, and while it is too expressive and dramatic which can often be seen as awkward, eccentric and too heart burning, this is what makes her one of a kind. Hazel was quite obstinate and reckless when she was younger, but over time, she has attained a more cautious attitude towards life, and deals with problems carefully. She is very concerned about his comrades and is truly loyal towards her loved ones, but tends to act differently by using methods that are pragmatic. Also, she has a habit of saying flamed/fire related speeches every now and then. Looks:Hazel dislike seeing the part of herself a flame demon and anything demon related especially her true shape, appearance, and form. Denying every fiber of herself and prefers to stay in her human form. Her human form is a young girl that stands 5'5 ft tall with long black hair and slim yet quite busty built, however; Hazel cannot deceive the mark of herself, her red blood scarlet eyes easily distinguishes her from most humans thus unable to escape the fate of being hunted. Background:Born from the center is hot as flames, the hottest it can be; really a place of notorious hot weather, the hunters took Hazel away from her home; as an infant demon she is so advanced that she can understand what the hunters were saying. Red hot tears, the tears of her kin, a certain specie of flamed demons were known for creating tear gems and such tears is vivid for it is just like any other diamonds but a belief claimed by superstitious people that the tear is worth more than any jewel and it possess healing powers. Her kind was captured and tortured to death to shed these tears. The hunters rather humans to her were nothing more than blind and greedy people who seek nothing more than reaches and as the years past, Hazel blindly serves them for her life in exchange for her own kind. In short, she was subjected into killing her own kind, to the point of convincing that her kind was evil. Hazel showed no remorse in killing her own kind but in some occasion apart of her is crying and feeling pain, killing and killing just for tears of riches, she went through a life worst than the so called "Hell" where most demons are believed it to be home but the term of hell in her own case is different, a fate worst than death to the depths of hell is tearing her apart. One day, she got fed up of it. She rebelled to seek her own freedom and to avenge what was taken from her in spite of her murdering against her own kind. She shed tears that aren't diamonds but tears of anger, agony, hatred, revenge, and love for her adversaries and kin. Becoming what she is today, a walking carnage who slays demons and bad people alike. Yes, she escaped the hunters but huge events await her tale. Hazel had been studying magic to deal with her adversaries, advanced fire magic as well as light magic despite her being a Flame Demon, naturally born with fire abilities but only hellish.

-Summoning: The essential ability to pull creatures from other planes (and if he has a strong enough bound to someone the same plane) to do as he commands [normally fighting] -Animal telepathy: The signature trait of a trained summoner is the ability to communicate with animals with their mind, so not to give away any plans *keeps flying lizard Draydon with him

Name: Tharak Age: 35 Job: Hunter Looks: Stands around 7'0 Background & Personality: As a young boy, his village was burned down by a dragon that slaughtered his family. Rage burned through him and he swore he would lead these creatures into extinction. He trained and joined the Sinister Saints at the young age of twelve, working up the ranks to become of the heads. He has killed so many dragons, that he's been able to make different sets of dragon bone armor. As well as harness their magic to make use of. Of course though he wants to lead dragons into extinction, he regrettably allows the guild to perform their curious experiments into making magical weapons as well as a attempt to make dragon riders and to be able to create their own dragons for their uses. He doubts their ideas but follows anyhow, only wanting to kill the beasts. A man who is very cruel to dragons, viewing them as destructive beasts, he shows little to no mercy towards them. He doesn't care if he had to kill a dragon child to get what he wishes and will torture any dragon as he sees fit. He also hates those who enjoys dragons, including the Dragon Church, believing Dragons have corrupted their minds. Though he is malicious, cruel, and cold darted toward dragons and dragon followers, he seems to be a kind man towards fellow humans and a natural born leader. Helping out those who asks and never seems to ask for favors or money when it comes to helping people.

Name: Sandy Dragon age: GGP Age: Unknow Magic: He manipulates hope believes and memories. His miracle magic is changing the memories of not only living beings but from things too, changing on occasion what they are and what they became. Looks: Compact looks: Chest is covered in smooth scales

Name: ToRaNe Age: 2052 years Dragon age: GGP Magic: each head controls one magic: Red - lighting name To, Blue - water name Ra, Green - earth name Ne. They can cause natural catastrophes at will, but as easily creating small spites from lighting, water, earth. Dragon Looks: Compact looks:

Name: Sharana Zvezdana Pomrcina Age: 1950 Dragon age: GGM Magic: Stealing and Necromancy. She can copy bits of her opponents magic revive a corpse and push the magic she stole in the corpse to do her fighting. The limits depends on the body revived sometimes for the magic is too powerfully the body may melt as its try using the magic. She can use to attack with death souls as from animals from ants to fish or chickens. Each form attacking in some way added with a bit of element magic. Looks: Compact looks: She keeps her wings in her compact form.