[b]Name[/b]: Obscura
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Age[/b]: 643
[b]Species[/b]: Boreal 
[b]Appearance[/b]:
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[b]Description of Dragon/Backstory[/b]: Obscura is a pure blood, direct descendant of the first Boreal dragon, Aurora Borealis, a great queen of the north. Nearly 100 generations before Obscura's birth, the night skies of the north were bare and void of the great lights that dance about in these modern days. The great dragons of the land stay away from the cold, bland lands and thrived in the vibrant, warmer climates of the world. But there was one dragon, who wished for silence from the chirping of the birds and howling of the beasts, and from the heat and excitement of the south. She left her native lands and travelled as far away as her wings could carry her, quickly finding her scales coating over with ice as the air grew silent. She had never ventured this far north, for had she before, she would never have returned. The frozen land offered her refuge from the hustle and bustle of the populated lands to the south, it offered silence so that she may rest and meditate in peace. They offered freedom for the skies were open and the thick forests could easily be left behind as she journeyed past the treeline into the frozen tundra. It was perfection. Or so at first thought. As time passed, the pristine white dragon found herself missing the only thing she had grown fond of in the southern lands; the beautiful colors that surrounded her. She thought for many centuries how to bring about a display of such beauty but could find no way to transfer the growth of the vibrant colored plants that had once lain grace before her gaze. One day though, while she sat at the peak of an icy mountain, singing her praises to the Lady Moon, she caught a glimpse in the corner of her eye of the light of the moon reflecting off the peculiar ice crystals that covered the highest peak. Her mind sparked as she realized a way she could bring color to this white world. But she would need the help of the Lady Moon, for the magicks she wished to conceive were not of her power. For 100 years she lay in silent mediation, dormant, in fast. And the day came that the Lady Moon answered her calls and offered her a deal. She would assist the dragon in bringing color to the northern lands, but she wished for something in return. She wanted the beautiful colors to be near her, for she was fond of beauty in all its forms. She would grant the dragon with wings of stunning light and color, a body as black as night so as to draw all attention to the magnificent wings, and she would offer her eternal flight so long as she owned the sky. The she-dragon agreed, not wanting to wait a moment longer to have such beauty bestowed upon her. And so the moon and the dragon entered into an eternal contract, and the white dragon shed her pale scales to reveal a body as black as the empty night sky. She molted her wings and revealed shimmering dancing lights in place of her leathery membranes, And she took to the skies, filling them with streaks of stunning light that danced about across the barren lands. She took up the name Aurora Borealis and shall forever fill the northern skies with beauty and light with each rise of the dear Lady Moon.

No one knows how the first descendant of Aurora Borealis came to be. Perhaps some brave sire who chased the queen of the northern nights in her never ending flight, courting her with each rise of the moon. It can never truly be known, but of the first great Boreal dragon, came a line of pitch black descendants with wings that shimmer and shine as the Aurora Borealis do at night. They are cold weather beings, inheriting their ancestor's love of peace and relaxing cold, and spend their nights soaring about the northern skies, dancing with the soul of their ancestor, singing thanks to the Lady Moon.

[b]Backstory/Personality[/b]: Obscura, by nature, prefers solitude, he enjoys silence, filled occasionally by the perfect sound of song. He was raised to be noble and proper, peaceful and very much an introvert. His mother and farther were both noble Boreal dragons, who met in the sky under the light of a blue moon. They claimed each other as their own and for years ruled the tallest mountain range in the north. Upon siring a son, his father saw no need to produce more offspring, for his bloodline would be continued in Obscura. And so he was raised without siblings, and with few friends, for most dragons prefer the warmth of the southern sun. Obscura had no clue the draconic species was dying out, he had heard rumours of great slaughtering, but paid little heed for there were few men in the cold lands of his home. When the day came that his mother and father informed him of their nearing departure to the other side, after a millennia of life, he finally felt a sense of loneliness settling into him. Without his dear parents, who would he sing aside in the dark of the beautiful nights? Who would he confide in? Who would he share his heart and soul with? Knowing it was his obligation to be strong, on the day his parents took to the skies for the last time, he kept his head high and sang the most beautiful song to the Lady Moon and to the ancient queen Aurora. He spent years in solitude after that day. Finding it in himself to accept the loss of his parents, he one day decided he must find a mate of his own; one to rule with him on the proud mountain peaks of the north. He did not know that the deaths of his fellow dragons was so severe, for when he left in search of another soul, he found no one. And to this day, he spends the summers seeking another of his species, shifting to his human form and slipping into the two-legged beast's cities in search of another essence of his own breed. He struggles constantly with taking up the form of the men who destroyed his kin, but in the dark corners of his heart, he hesitantly admits within himself that the loneliness of his lifetime screams for him to shift into his human form and accept some form of acceptance and belonging, if even among the species he so hates. His heart will not give up on his search for another of his kind, for if all were truly dead, he believed, his heart would no longer have a reason to beat, yet it did. And it could only be beating if it knew there was another whose heart would one day beat back.