Human Name: Arvon Nighith Dragon Name: Nighith Lord of Ice Age: 700 Bio: Arvon is the Oldest living dragon lords to date now but NOT the oldest dragon living. When the Dragons were asunder it was he who reached out to the other lords and asked them to build a new kingdom so they would rebuild and reclaim one day. He is not the original lord of the Ice Dragons as the previous leader his grandfather was killed trying to protect his people. Which is the same for all the other dragon clans they all have new leaders which is why the alliance was able to work out as it did. Arvon is only leader cause of blood. There are many other dragons who feel like he should not have been made leader. It is true Arvon is young for his age but he is an adult dragon. Most dragon don't become lord until their 1200 year cycle, but given the circumstances he is leading. Which is why he made a dragon council with the other dragons so they can combine their knowledge and do whats best for their people. Human Appearance:  Dragon Appearance: 

Human Name: Maxwell Blizzard Dragon Name: Blizzard Age: 39 Bio: A much younger dragon than almost everyone, or maybe everyone, in Valhalla, Blizzard went into hiding when he was still a small dragon, and is still pretty tiny. He can breathe a flurry of ice shards and freezing winds, though not very strong due to his being young. He isn't proud or arrogant or anything like that, and has a strong distaste for humans, as would all dragons at the time. He has a strong spirit and likes to help out other dragons, to the best of his abilities. Human appearance: He appears as a human about 4'11", and is of thin build. In his human form, he has snow-white hair and sharp blue eyes. He has a plain white robe, which folds over around the neck, shoulders and wrists. He has symbols resembling snowflakes scattered around on his robe, and his robe trails a few inches behind him. He also has a hood attached that, when pulled over his head, covers his hair. He can also pull up the folds of cloth around his face to protect his human body from the harsh cold that he does so enjoy. His robe and hood are made of a very soft, thick cloth. Dragon appearance: A dragon about 5'6 long from head to tail and standing about 2'8 at the shoulder. His scales are many and small, and overlap each other all around his body. His claws are often coated in ice, and he has small horns going down the back of his neck and from his head. His wings are cold to the touch, as is the rest of him, and his scales are as white as ice, with a blue tint.

Human Name: Raimstadt Valimar Dragon Name: Sealameet Lord of Fire Age: 637 Bio: The Lord of Fire did not become a lord by any easy means. He fought for it, he claimed the title from the one before him through a battle of death. He is not proud of how he gained his title but it was a necessary evil if any improvements were going to be made for the fire dragons. The story of dragon slaying have many for the deaths of the fire dragons for one trait they all shared is there stumberness and unwillingness to back down even when odds are against them. He put himself on top to keep them alive and work with the other lords especially with the appointed Ice Lord to help with the safe places for dragons. He has no qualms with humans. Indeed it was the humans fault for their near devastating extinction yet were the dragons also not to be blamed for what was committed to them. Blinded by their god like status to see the unbalanced between the deal of men and dragons. Despite being viewed as gods by men they were not but let themselves grow careless in the worship and offers. He would rather see some form of peace be brought between men and dragons then another war that could wipe what little was left of his own kind from the map as well as men. Human Appearance:  Dragon Apperance:  

**Human Name**: Tsai Qiran **Dragon Name**: Qiran, Lady of Poison **Age**: 603 **Bio**: Poison dragons are dying out at an alarming rate. Though some still live who are older than Tsai, she is the last of the head poison line, and thus was chosen for the council. Poison dragons are aloof and solitary by nature, with a ruthless reputation. Tsai is no exception to this, though she has become more thoughtful and cautious with her actions since she was named Lady of Poison. **Human appearance**:  **Dragon appearance**:  **Other**: The markings on Tsai's skin are a shared trait of all poison dragons, staining their faces, torsos, and limbs, when in human form. It's said that the pattern and colors are unique to each dragon, and indicate the type of venom they produce.

**Human Name:** William DeGrey **Dragon Name:** Zevlassan, Lord of Lightning. Known also as the *'Stormborn'* and *'Herald of Thunder'* by human and dragon alike **Age:** 685 **Biography:** One of the last known Storm Dragons in Valhalla, Zevlassan was, during his youth, said to be a human sympathizer, and would spend years in human form walking amongst them and studying their culture. This fondness for the human race has led to rumors that Zevlassan had taken a human lover of his own while younger, though these rumors are simply conjecture. As he aged, Zevlassan felt more of an instinctive desire to find his own home, and establish himself. Joining his kind in the highest peaks of Valhalla, where constant storms raged, Zevlassan spent the next few centuries of his life fighting off ambitious lesser dragons and establishing a treasure hoard that consisted of a vast amount of gold, jewels, books, scrolls, and historical artifacts. But not all was to last, as the human race waged war on Dragon-kind and began a mass genocide of the reptilian race. Zevlassan and his brethren were forced to fight for the home they had ruled over for thousands of years. As the years passed, nearly all of the remaining lightning dragons were either slain, imprisoned, or gone into hiding. What few remained in the mountains of Valhalla named Zevlassan their lord by a near-unanimous decision due to his strength and leadership during the war. Now made cynical and cold by the actions of humanity, and renouncing any admiration he held for them, Zevlassan has joined the remaining dragon lords in human form, away from his domain in the sky, formulating a plan of revenge to reclaim their old home. **Human Appearance:**  **Dragon Appearance:**  **Other:** Zevlassan, being a Dragon Lord, is as such accompanied by a single [bodyguard](http://www.scifi.sk/images/?b=13958) who follows him nearly everywhere. This bodyguard's dragon name and background are currently unknown to all but his liege lord and fellow Storm Dragons in the mountains. Secondly, on a more personal note: Zevlassan appears to have no interest in taking a mate for himself. Whether this affirms the rumors that he had taken a human lover at some point in life, or he simply chooses not to worry about such trifles given the circumstances are debatable.

Character Skeleton Human Name: Draco Fabula (Translated from Latin: "Dragon Myth"), he says it's not his real name Dragon Name: Venator Aqua Alarum, which is translated from latin to be: "Hunter Water Wing". One can just call him Venator Age: Only a couple decades under 700 Bio: Draco spent his years, like most dragons, hoarding, though before they were hunted, he was often taking them from other dragons' lairs. He was sneakier and smarter than the others- while as youth, he was small enough to sneak into a sleeping dragon's cave and kill them, leaping onto their heads and tearing into their skulls from the eyes and nostrils. He was always gory, always clinical, and always no-nonsense, killing sleeping brethren and taking their hordes. Among his own people, he had no idea of his reputation- few dragons escaped his sneak attacks. As he became older, and humans began rebelling, he quelled his small fiefdom, where they could only muster a couple smaller armies, by waiting and watching. Because his land was very close to the coast, with the largest towns and the castle resting on the shores of the inland sea, and his lair's entrance was half-submerged, Draco didn't bother with the various soldiers and war machines. Instead, he snuck around and laid waste to the villages and town, burning them and tear them apart, feasting on their cattle and sheep. Then, he left them to try and rebuild the town closest to the castle. Their entire army was there, trying to rebuild while watching the sea, warmachines ready to fire in case he came back. But he didn't come by sea- again he proved ruthless and efficient. The Venator had collected three of his own from them contacting him, being driven out of their lands, and so they became a team. While two of them alternated between jumping out of the water some distance offshore, flipping about and then shooting into the water when warmachines fired, each staying distanced from each other so that it appeared that one dragon moved very fast underwater, and therefore much scarier, the other two had snuck up through the ruins of a different village, and trekked along the forest to the rear of the castle and town, occupied by the few hundred men. Instead of launching into the sky and roaring their inevitable triumph, Venator quelled his own and his recruit's instincts, and then only used wings to glide just above the ground, down the sloping grass plains surrounding the castle, towards the sea. Very few soldiers or workers were looking inland- it was quite obvious that their enemy was at sea, and couldn't get close. When the two furious dragons suddenly roared just outside of town, soldiers panicked. Some ran, some tried to fight, others tried to turn the warmachines. When those were safely out of the way, the other two dragons off-coast, dived, and shot under the water towards the coast. Needless to say, the dragons of the fief had demolished all but those that had surrendered. Several escaped, though, and the dragons were unable to hunt them down. Shortly afterwards, a much larger army came, experienced and with many of the elite soldiers armored in dragonscale. Instead of fighting, Venator saw this new, better prepared army, and then him and his three compatriots turned wing and left. They didn't try to fight- Venator knew it would be a fruitless action. They retreated to one of the inland sea's isles, and were there when another dragon came, bidding a summons from the Ice dragon. Curious as to what the self-proclaimed leader of dragons, and what his plans were to take revenge, Venator gathered up as much treasure as he could, and left in pursuit of the messenger. It was then he met the Ice Dragon, and decided that, for survival and eventual revenge, he will side with him. He dug his own lair, hidden in the bowels of the nearest lake, too deep except for a powerful swimmer, or a water dragon. Human appearance:  Dragon appearance:  (I know he looks like a black dragon, where his type is more or less blue-ish or green-ish.) Other: Draco/Venator keeps three of his most elite, trusted fellow Water Dragons always on guard around him. Should a regular human ever question their appearance, they'd be told that the dragon features of their outfit gives them the strength and courage of one, as symbolism. It is, actually, just like that. He also holds all humans in contempt, and is one of the traditionalist- he believes that swift action will lead to a swift reclamation. He will not speak against the Nighith, though it can be obvious that he doesn't usually agree with others. 

Human Name: George Quatremaine Dragon Name: Achaun Ovn Age: 575 Bio: The vast majority of Earth Dragons defended themselves fairly well against the Human onslaught, but that's not to say that they were in the least bit prepared for it. They are, by their nature, prone to extreme laziness and adverse to change, so that they were slow to notice the shifting attitudes of their Human followers. When the war began, most Earth Dragons had already been living underneath forests or in hallowed out portions of mountains (the lairs possessed by some of the older ones are much to big to be called caves) for hundreds or thousands of years, so they only had to barricade themselves up and seal off whatever entrances humans previously used to gain access-only occasionally leaving to find food or other necessities. They were prideful and slothful enough to expect it to be only a few short weeks or months before the other breeds of dragons forced mankind to surrender. They fully intended to stay holed up underground until the Dragons started to gain the upper-hand , then to come bursting out of the stone and undergrowth to "save the day" and make it appear that they had been the brave warriors to cause the Dragons to gain the upper-hand. The plan, while obviously deceitful, was mostly considered to be a necessary evil: Earth Dragons were initially the least common of the Dragons, and many of the older ones have spent so long sitting underneath the earth that they lost the ability to fly above it. In any war against humanity, the Human's power in numbers would be even more exaggerated than usual, and not all of them could take to the skies to escape a dire situation. When the war started dragging on and on, Achaun's father (who had not been the first to conceive the Earth Dragon's plan, but supported it) started to receive messengers from the other's of his kind that the battles were lasting much longer than they expected, and they were not confident the other Dragons would achieve the sort of victory the expected. After many months spent alone in thought, Achaun's Father ordered the other Earth Dragons to assist the war in any way possible. Achaun fought alongside his father against mankind as much as he could, but it was painfully obvious from the moment they started fighting that defeat was inevitable. The last battle Achaun fought in was a tragedy to him. He was traveling through the mountainside alongside Father and a relatively large group of thirty war-trained dragons, but they were unexpectedly ambushed by a terrifyingly gigantic army of humans who had somehow learned that the King and Prince of the Earth Dragons would be traveling through the area to reach a nearby Human city. The army had the advantage of power in numbers and the element of surprise, so the Dragons fell one after the other. Achaun managed to escape by flying from the attack but his Father and the others were much to old for Earth Dragons to fly. He caught a last glimpse of his father being skewered to death with hundreds of poisoned arrows. Achaun has since been named King by the death of his father and thus took up residence in the underground palace he was raised in, which mankind has fortunately never discovered. Now that the dragon hunt has faded away and Humanity has seemingly become as slothful and complacent as the Earth Dragons once were, Achaun and his remaining servants have managed to spread out a little more and make a profit selling gemstones and precious metals. Since they live almost entirely hundreds of miles underneath the Earth, dragons of his breed find such things more often and sell them to gain human wealth. Human appearance:  Dragon appearance: