Name: Sgarsiathoryx 'Sgar Sangra' aka. 'The Red Terror'
Age: 500+
Race: Full Dragon
Gender: Male
Alliance: Pro Magic
Appearance: In dragon form (ignore the airplane in the background), Sgar is the epitome of the crimson-scaled fire-breathing fury. He is huge, with black spiral horns on his head and spiked frills on his face. He has long black talons, a frilled tail, forked tongue, and eyes that are the colour of fire. The trailing edge of his wings are dark, as though scorched, and slightly frayed-looking. In humanoid form, he is a tall tan-skinned man with amber eyes, long black hair in a ponytail and just enough dark facial hair to be considered roguishly scruffy. His dragon mark is a wine-coloured splash down his back.

Personality: On a good day, Sgar is extroverted and charming, though he is never far from a condescending or arrogant comment. He is vain and selfish and tends to come off as aloof and snide. He has a mind for trade and has connections with wealthy merchants in order to acquire priceless magical artifacts and ancient tomes, especially those that deal with the subject of magic. On a bad day, Sgar might go from broody to a full-blown tantrum, and has a tendency to light things on fire or simply smash them into oblivion. Those who have seen one of his outbursts, especially in his full-dragon form, have given him the moniker 'The Red Terror'. When he is on a rampage he becomes exceedingly single-minded and wont let anything stand in his way. His age gives him experience and foresight, but he still frequently acts rashly.

Clothing: He tends to wear clothing that is made from expensive materials but is practical enough in design to not be considered too ostentatious. For example, a fine red silk long-sleeved shirt (the laces at the neck undone) under a hand-tooled black suede vest with matching pants and soft camelskin boots. He is never without a golden earring or two, and has a particular fondness for red gemstones. He generally dresses similarly to what a lord or prince might wear, but without any identifying insignia or crest. He is usually dressed in red, because obviously it is the best colour.

History: Sgar is one of those dragons who was bonded to a demi dragon who was killed in a battle. Consumed by grief and guilt, he didn't resist much when his soul was trapped in limbo. Eventually, mostly out of anger for his loss, he was able to escape, though he is now a bit emotionally unstable. He is finally at a point where he might consider another partnership with a demi-dragon. He currently lives in a hidden place near Granite Hallows and spends most of his time trying to improve his magical skill so that next time he flies into battle he can protect the people he cares about. He stays in his human form most of the time and pretty much everyone who knew him as a dragon has died of old age by now.

Weapons:
In dragon form: Fire breath, fangs, claws, sheer size.
In human form: Proficiency with a cutlass, magic.
Likes:
Treasure (especially gold and priceless gems), music, fine wine, rare books, hot tubs, sparring/dueling, showing off, raw meat, phoenixes.
Dislikes:
Riddles, Practical jokes at his expense, cold, bad poetry, insufferable knights, sweet food/drink, goody two-shoes.
Strengths:
Evocation magic with a focus on elemental (fire). Languages (he already knows a lot). His age.
Weaknesses:
Cold magic, arguments, shiny things, his temper, constricted spaces (when in full form).
Theme Song: Click
Other: He can be attracted to men as well as women. He has a pet phoenix named Cinder. His alignment is chaotic neutral, and he could just as easily turn to evil as good.[/b]
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History:
Vallen's parents were both consumed by dark magics and slaughtered by an indifferent party of righteous paladins when he was but a young child. When all was done they couldn't bring themselves to kill the innocent child, even if he was born into evil ceremonies and surrounded by the dark arts, so instead they left Vallen at a monastery where the monks vowed to steer him down an alternate path.

Little did they know how important that vow was, for something in his blood linked the young child strongly to magic, and something in his short existence had attracted dark magics to respond to his whims. Locked away somewhere deep in his precious little head are rare and ancient forbidden rituals, if only he opened himself to magic to use them.

The monks of the monastery were an excellent family and raised Vallen well in stilling him with all the virtues and values of a true paladin. By using fear as a tool, through stories and lies they managed to create a strong hatred within him towards magic. He always felt like there was something more, he knew there was something he didn't know, so to quench this threatening curiosity he was apprenticed to some of the greatest craftsmen and inventors in the Morcrest capital, Portsmouth.

Personality:
Vallen is bright and cheerful. He idolises the path of knights and paladins holding justice, freedom and kindness as values above everything else. He loves to help others and has a powerful stubborn streak of determination.
Creating and inventing is his second passion and hobby.

Weapons:
(Close combat) retractable sharp bladed buckler - into bracer.
(Close combat) dual light rapiers with hilt compartments
(Mid range light) Wrist strapped repeating crossbow with grappling hook attachment.
(Long range heavy) portable constructible mini-scorpion bow with necessary stand.

Likes:

• Games
• Fishing
• Technology
• Dragons

Dislikes:

• Suffering/bullying/cruelty
• Magic
• Being alone
• Darkness

Strengths:

• Determination
• Wits
• Reflexes
• Creativity

Weaknesses:

• Age
• Naive
• Stubborn Values

Other:

• Angel bloodline
• Can easily slip down a dark consuming path if he practises magic.