Name: Kalo Nightwing
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Western Dragonkin
Elemental Affinity: Darkness
Description: In his 'human' guise, Kalo is just a bit over six feet, though it’s usually quite rare to find Kalo standing at his full height. He usually slouches a bit making himself seem smaller than he actually is. Plenty of people have mistaken the lone and slim male to be easy prey, but his frame bellies the strength almost every member of his race has. The usual defining traits of a Dragonkin have all been hidden quite well by Kalo, and he’s more often mistaken for a human. Anyone smart enough would realise his true nature by the red glow of his eyes though. Under his heavy clothes are more signs; scales cover most of his limbs and neck, while sharp claws tip his fingers rather than nails, and his hair obscures the pointed and scaled tips of his ears.
As a dragon, he is barely considered more than a whelpling amongst Dragonkin, and his transformation reflects this; being quite small. At only about a meter and a half in height, nine in length, and with a wingspan of fifteen, he’s a far cry from the great wyrms of legend. Unlike others of his kind, Kalo only has scales on the underside of his body. In exchange for this loss of natural armor, he’s more lithe than an average Dragonkin, and can move in and under water swiftly.
Personality: A kind person at heart, being exiled has nevertheless left Kalo mistrustful of strangers and acquaintances alike, and he holds most at a distance. While polite, he generally doesn’t stick around long enough for people to get to know him. Add on the fact that he’s a man of little words, and well it’s not too easy for most people to approach him, especially when he takes notice and a pair of flaming eyes turn their way.
Kind doesn’t mean a pushover though, and if needed Kalo isn’t afraid to get violent. He’ll likely try to avoid conflict as best as he can, but sometimes there’s just no getting away. He doesn’t see himself as a hero, but he does try to help others out when he can. Interfering with that is generally one of the best ways to see his true nature.
Background: Kalo was born into a clan of Dragonkin that, though small in numbers, was known for their beauty and magical ability. Almost every member was colored with their affinity for magic, resulting in a majestic sight when every member took flight. White and black were unique in that there were only ever one present in the clan at anytime, the reason unknown. The White Drake would naturally be praised while the Black Drake ostracized, despite the best attempts to treat them no differently. The scars of the Thousand Year War simply ran too deep, even at the possibility of alienating someone who would wield the same power.
While not all of the clan hated a child who had committed no crime, there were those who took their ire out on him. The two sides never came into direct conflict, and their presences struck an uneven balance. Those who targeted him could never act too rashly, but those who supported him weren’t capable of fully stopping what actions were taken. It wasn’t easy, but there wasn’t anything that really drove Kalo to leave his ‘home’, not yet anyways.
Up until he was old enough to be called an actual ‘drake’, there wasn’t much indication of his magical affinity aside from his coloration. With the coming of age came the usual ceremony as well though, a Dragonkin’s first transformation and with it came irrefutable proof of his affinity. For their clan, transformations were accompanied by a nova of magic, a sign of their strong ties with magic. Elder Wyrms could literally freeze the air around them or scorch the earth by simply assuming their ‘true form’, but that is besides the point. With Kalo’s first assumption of his dragon form, a wave of darkness rolled over those who attended. His supporters, friends, and family were unnerved at the eerie sensation. Those who already hated the power he held? It was enough to drive some into a rage, one that would end when he laid dead. It wasn’t a bloodbath that turned clan members upon one another, but Kalo fled for his life while those who wanted him dead were held at bay.
Lost at what to feel, Kalo wandered aimlessly. The brief taste of flight and the freedom it brought was enough that he didn’t wish to lose such a form, yet with it came a painful reminder of why he had lost almost everything. In the end he resigned himself to suppressing more and more of his Dragonkin nature to blend in with the humans. His tail and wings eventually all but disappeared after a few years, while other features receded enough to be concealed by heavy clothing. His eyes were forever changed though, and now blazed with inhuman fire. The suppression of what was natural came at a cost though, transformation was now even more difficult for him than normal, but it didn’t bother Kalo all too much. He lived amongst the humans for the most part, he rarely needed to bring out his ‘true form’.
And as the years passed by without much incident, Kalo had long pushed his old clan and the incident to the back of his mind. Yet a Black Drake is never forgotten, even if left alone. He didn’t know how they found him, but his old tormentors were clear enough when they dropped from the sky.
“Go to the Guardians.”