Name: Gabby (self chosen name)
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Age: Hatch ling (Under 1 month old.)
Appearance: (Keep in mind the image is of what she would look like when fully grown, also she is purple rather than blue but the image is perfect in everything else.)

Gabby is rather small dragon (even for a hatch ling) Being just under a foot long at 30cm. She is a very slender and sleek looking dragon with a distinct Purple colouration. Her scales are very lightly reflective. Her build is again small/sleek and her wings are large for her small size even tho she can't use them properly yet. medium length hairs run along the back of her neck ending at the half way point of her back and are extremely soft to touch.

Personality: Gabby is a very shy and skittish always looking around for danger. Only at moments or in places where she feels truly safe will she open up and be a joyful and excitable friend. But at all other times she tries to focus on staying safe not liking taking risks that could be avoided, this can sometimes lead to her getting into heated arguments about what the safest options are. Despite her distaste for risks she will not hesitate to protect her friends.

Bio: Gabby Found herself alone in the world from birth, she looked around and the first emotion she felt was fear. She had suddenly woken in a world where she was alone. She was instantly shimmering turning slightly invisible.

Power 1: Invisibility. Gabby is able to conceal her position by turning invisible, but if she were to have something like paint or blood on her the invisibility would not work.

Type of Dragon: Lightning Dragon. Being a lightning Dragon Gabby is resistant to electrical attacks. Plus she can shoot a stream of lightning from her mouth, and it is very precise not arcing off and hitting things all over the place, imagine a blowtorch but it's lightning not fire.

Family: None.
Friends: None. (Yet.)

Sentimental Attachment: Gabby loves apples.

Other: If bribed with enough apples Gabby would do just about anything. Even if it involved taking a risk that was not necessary. Tho she would never do something cruel like torture somebody/something.

Name: Reign
Gender: Male
Species: Imperial Great Horned Malachite
Age: Hatchling

Personality: Aggressive to the extreme. Reign is a ruler amongst dragons. While still a hatchling he doesn't quite understand the hunger he feels but it is always there. Eventually he will feel the need to hunt other dragons for their breath weapons and then to enslave other dragons.

Bio: Reign, as an egg, existed inside a collection of ancient artifacts for millennia. He was passed from owner to owner and eventually recognized for what he was. He was worshipped by an ancient cult, constantly stoked with fire while in darkness. Once each month when the moon faded from the night sky completely the cult would chant from the ancient texts. Finally, after hundreds of years he finally hatched and as reward for their service he happily slaughtered all of them and feasted on their flesh. They were all harrowed, he cracked their bones and gnawed upon their marrow all save for a single red headed woman. Of the cult she was deemed of little import but there was something about her, a hunger for power he recognized and felt a kinship to.

Power 1: Breath Weapon Assumption, Reign can eat the heart of another dragon and absorb its elemental breath weapon ability giving him the ability to use any manner of breath weapon except for a raw divine light.
Weakness: Raw Divine Light is doubly as effective against Reign.
Type of Dragon: Shadow Dragon
Family: None that he knows of
Friends:
Sentimental Attachment:
Other:

Reign as a Hatchling:

Name:
Kroq-Gar, though he introduces himself as Gar

Gender:
Male

Species:
Dragon

Age:
Hatchling, a little over a month old

Appearance (A good overall representation of his look):
While not particularly longer than your average Hatchling, being roughly around two and a half feet in length, Kroq-Gar is much heavier than his peers. His limbs are already thick with muscle, ending with wicked little claws, and his flesh is covered in a tough, leathery hide. The head is a primeval, savage thing filled with knife like teeth and framed with harsh ridges that give his gaze a sinister quality. This combination of features would make for an intimidating creature if not for the fuzzy, dark brown plumage that covers his head, neck, torso, wings, and first half of his tail. His right wing is deformed and it is unlikely he will ever truly fly.

Personality:

Bio:

Power:

Type of Dragon:
Primordial Sun Dragon - The progenitor of what would become the Royal Sun Dragons and cousins with Fire Dragons, the Primordial Sun Dragons are an incredibly old breed with a strong spiritual connection with the sun.

Unlike the harsh heat emitted by Fire Dragons or the gentle warmth generated by Royal Sun Dragons, Primordial Sun Dragons have an aura of

Family:
Deceased

Friends:
None... yet.

Sentimental Attachment:
The Sun and warmth in general.

Other:

Name: Quilo

Gender: Male

Species: Dragon

Age: Hatchling

Appearance:

Quilo is a wyvern (his arms are his wings) of around two and a half feet from head to tail. His scales are white, gleaming like snow. He has two curved horns at the back of his head, and ridges of short spikes around his face. His red eyes should look intimidating, but don't, often wide with enthusiasm, a trusting look to them.

Personality: Adventurous, daring and full of youthful energy, Quilo is one to take on challenges, sometimes ones he really shouldn't. He has a rough-and-tumble attitude, occasionally forgetting his own strength. A socialble dragon, he's quick to befriend others, to the point of not quite getting it when someone doesn't want to be befriended.

Bio: From the moment he hatched, the little dragon thought himself alone in a cold, dark nook of the cave. The only things he knew about himself were a name in his head - Quilo - and that he had some connection to the wind whistling outside. As he took his first few steps, thrill overtaking fear, he noticed others like him, clambering in confusion from their eggs into an unfamiliar environment. This was his chance to get to know the others, and explore this strange, fascinating world.

Power: Quilo has control over some types of weather. While he'll be able to summon raging snowstorms and lightning storms as he grows older and learns about his power, for now he doesn't fully know how to use it, and accidentally causes the weather to do odd things when he's angry or threatened. His control over wind allows him to fly even further and faster than he'd otherwise be able to.

Type of Dragon: Ice dragon. This gives him the ability to breathe a frosty blast at prey and enemies, as well as withstand extremely low temperatures. Despite being built for the cold, he can survive in other climates, although particularly warm ones weaken him.

Family: None that he knows of

Friends: None yet

Sentimental Attachment: None yet

Other: He has an odd feeling he has some kind of bond with another being, although he doesn't know who that being is.

Name: Petronia

Gender: Female

Species: Dragon

Age: Hatchling

Appearance:

Small and lithe, measuring around a foot and a half. Her scales are deep grey with a stony appearance. Standing out from her dark colouring are many amethyst-like, crystalline spikes. The three crystals protruding from her head like horns will become longer and more numerous as she grows. One gem is located on her neck, another on her chest. Her wings do not allow her to fly, instead bearing the majority of these striking features. The gems are usually bright purple, but when she's unwell or her power is depleted, they take on a pale, faded look.

Personality: Wary and reclusive, with an attitude as spiky as the rocky ridges jutting from her body. She views anyone she doesn't know as a potential threat, especially humans. If necessary, she won't hesitate to defend herself with her teeth and claws. Highly independent, she prefers to figure things out on her own than ask for help, even when it would be a smarter idea to work with others. If she does let someone in, though, she'll be suprisingly loyal and protective.

Bio: Right at the back of the cave, surrounded by crystal shards knifing from the ground, a small dragon crawled from a jewel-like egg, scared and confused. Part of the reason for her fear was the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, part of it was an instinctive wariness that intensified when she saw the other dragons. Her first reaction was to back away with a low growl, although deep down, she knew she had no choice but to venture out and learn to survive.

Power: Control over light to create visual illusions, she can also temporarily blind enemies with brilliant flashes of light.

Type of Dragon: Crystal dragon - Where the myth of dragons fiercely guarding gemstones comes from. Hunted long ago for the gems protruding from their bodies, this was one of the first species to die out. Although many had developed an instinctive cautiousness, this wasn't enough to save them.

The magical properties of the sought-after crystals give the dragon some connection to the magic around them, so Petronia can sense if another dragon or a bonded human is nearby. When around her, just as light is amplified and refracted by a prism, other dragons find their abilities are slightly strengthened, which can be a good thing or a bad thing for Petronia - she can help allies, but unless she finds a way to control this property, the same boost is granted to her enemies.

Family: None as far as she knows

Friends: None, not worth the risk

Sentimental Attachment: Sentimental? Her? Ha!

Other: She may just find that a human - a natural enemy of sorts to a dragon like her - has bonded with her, and will go out of her way to avoid being found by said human.

Name: Maybell
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Age: Hatchling

Appearance:


Maybell is smaller than most dragons; her adult size is about that of a large komodo dragon. As a hatchling, she is about the size of an opossum. Her scales are dull and leathery, and her fur often has moss clinging to it. She has a distinct, sort of earthy smell.

Personality: Despite her somewhat unpleasant appearance, Maybell is docile and sweet. She rarely gets agitated and gets violent even less. She’s not exactly friendly or outgoing, as she prefers to be alone or on the outskirts of a group, but she’ll talk to you if you talk to her first.

Bio: Maybell hatched in a secluded swamp surrounded by plants and animals. The ecosystem was immediately intriguing to her, and provided plenty of sustenance. The different animals would come and go; Maybell was the swamp’s only long-time resident. Since she hatched, she felt a pull to leave her comfort zone, but she never did, preferring her peaceful life over the uncertainty of the outside world.

Power: She can spit balls of toxic slime from her throat. If left to fester, the slime can corrode organic material. Her range is about 20 feet.
Type of Dragon: Poison
Family: None
Friends: No permanent friends, just animals passing through
Sentimental Attachment: Dark wet places
Other: Elderberries are her favorite food