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Description
Biography

Source: My love for Legend of Dragoons and Breath of Fire.
Character Name: (Undecided)
Race: Half Dragon
Gender: Male
Status: Lone Wanderer
Main Weapon: With claws and tails and wings like that, does he even need a weapon? xD
Secondary Weapon: None
Skills: Ascension (true dragon form [link] )
Traits: Fearless, silent, dislike socializing, practical (don’t really believe in ideals)

Colors
Hair: Ash
Skin: Maroon scales on semi-tanned skin
Eyes: Dark red

Costume
He wore a dark brown scarf in memory of his late mother. Sadly he is unsure if she was her birth mother, but he knows well that he was involved in her death many years ago; only fragments of the memories remains.

Short Story
Raised in a small village, he had always felt so different and out of place from the rest of the villagers. He had a pair of small horns pointing out from his head, a short yet visible scale-covered tail, and a bulge on his back which felt like growing bigger and bigger by the years; his skin hurts, as if something was emerging. But he is different not only because of his appearance, but also the way he perceives things. Even when he was 8, he felt as if he had wisdom surpassing even the elders. Though that do not make him haughty, the only person he can open up to is his mother. Now, he had been living alone in hiding ever since her death, moving from places to places, not counting the days or the seasons, the sunset or the sunrise. He had lost track of his age now, but now his horns had grown, his tail a formidable weapon, his wings fully matured.
One day, there was a sudden change in the atmosphere; the sky grew dark as if night became endless, the seas roars though there are no thunderstorms, the land dried as though life itself had fled, and the clouds stirs though the air is still. His senses warned him of danger and menace and he knew right away: an era of evil had begun. Surely he can’t just sit around and watch as darkness devours the land he dwells in? But then again, what would he do? Would he lend his mighty strength to the creatures of the land – humans, elves, and other races, and aid them? He would save countless lives… There’s no use thinking about all these, he thought… so he just spread his wings and flew to the horizon, prepared to take on anything that’s waiting for him on the other side… for the first time in a long time, he felt alive.

Description
Biography

Source: My love for Legend of Dragoons and Breath of Fire.
Character Name: (Undecided)
Race: Half Dragon
Gender: Male
Status: Lone Wanderer
Main Weapon: With claws and tails and wings like that, does he even need a weapon? xD
Secondary Weapon: None
Skills: Ascension (true dragon form [link] )
Traits: Fearless, silent, dislike socializing, practical (don’t really believe in ideals)

Colors
Hair: Ash
Skin: Maroon scales on semi-tanned skin
Eyes: Dark red

Costume
He wore a dark brown scarf in memory of his late mother. Sadly he is unsure if she was her birth mother, but he knows well that he was involved in her death many years ago; only fragments of the memories remains.

Short Story
Raised in a small village, he had always felt so different and out of place from the rest of the villagers. He had a pair of small horns pointing out from his head, a short yet visible scale-covered tail, and a bulge on his back which felt like growing bigger and bigger by the years; his skin hurts, as if something was emerging. But he is different not only because of his appearance, but also the way he perceives things. Even when he was 8, he felt as if he had wisdom surpassing even the elders. Though that do not make him haughty, the only person he can open up to is his mother. Now, he had been living alone in hiding ever since her death, moving from places to places, not counting the days or the seasons, the sunset or the sunrise. He had lost track of his age now, but now his horns had grown, his tail a formidable weapon, his wings fully matured.
One day, there was a sudden change in the atmosphere; the sky grew dark as if night became endless, the seas roars though there are no thunderstorms, the land dried as though life itself had fled, and the clouds stirs though the air is still. His senses warned him of danger and menace and he knew right away: an era of evil had begun. Surely he can’t just sit around and watch as darkness devours the land he dwells in? But then again, what would he do? Would he lend his mighty strength to the creatures of the land – humans, elves, and other races, and aid them? He would save countless lives… There’s no use thinking about all these, he thought… so he just spread his wings and flew to the horizon, prepared to take on anything that’s waiting for him on the other side… for the first time in a long time, he felt alive.