Appearance: Devon Years of training has gifted Devon with strength and a body to match, but his years on the battle field has also given him a multitude of scars in varying stages of healing and fading. His skin a natural caramel, it's only darkened by his time in the sun. Matching his hematite like sheen as a dragon, his hair is a silky jet black, usually pulled up and out of the way. His dragon form towers above his human one, his jaw and forehead framed by sharp horns and spikes, though his scales lay smooth and flush to his skin.
Name: Devon Drakehart
Age: 25
Species: Shifter
Personality: At first meeting, Devon is stand-offish and quietly angry seemingly all the time. Defensive and sarcastic, he keeps nearly everyone at arms length or farther. He is used to being treated like a horse or a sword, and considers himself a tool and not really a person. Underneath it all he is really quite insecure and just wants those one or two people to cling to, he yearns for a family he thinks he doesn't deserve.
Background: Devon grew up without a family, his father never mentioned and being given a different story about his mother each time he asked. He quickly gave up on ever figuring out his parents and instead clung to a fellow orphan. Kidda was his first and only friend, and when he was drafted into the military for being a dragon shifter, she followed. They became a well tuned machine on the battlefield, working together almost as a single unit.
Strengths: Speed, flight maneuverability, seems to be liked by cats
Weaknesses: Cold, other people, subtlety
Fears: Losing the few people he likes, other dragons,
Other: He cannot breathe fire like some other shifters, relying more on his strength and speed to divebomb and throw enemies and weapons.