Name: Aidrek

Age: He forgot, but at least a few hundred years

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Race/Species: Fire Dragon

Powers: He has masterful control of the element of fire, even that that isn't summoned by him. Only in his draconic form does he have telepathy, so he can still communicate with those he chooses to. He can summon flames to his hands, though these are magic in nature.

Abilities: His shifting abilities between elven and draconic are entirely inborn, and no magic prevention can stop it. Fire breath as well, as it's caused by special organs located under his lungs. He has superior strength to humans, as well as stamina.

Strengths: Aidrek is a skilled fighter, a skilled killer when he has to be. He's always on the defensive, which comes in handy against people trying to land a low blow on him or those he cares for. He's loyal to those he cares for, almost to a fault. His blood from one of hid parents (though he doesn't know himself) gives him a strange advantage over the undead, as he doesn't need the "required" item to kill them. Meaning he needs no silver for wraiths, no stakes for vampires, the like.

Weaknesses: His loyalty has screwed him over, but once broken this loyalty cannot be regained. His prideful, powerful nature often makes him the target for people looking for a fight, and he has the scars to show for it. He's quick to enrage, and being subtle and low key is not in his nature. He sucks at stealth missions for anything.

Personality: Aidrek is distrusting and wary at the best of times, and outright aggressive at the worst of times. His thick defensive shell is hard to pierce, but under it lays a loyal, but vengeful heart, willing to tear down anyone who stands in the way of him or his friends.

Backstory: Aidrek has only ever known battle and fighting. His egg was stolen from his parents' nest and was meant to he sold to a dragon rider, but was instead smuggled into a dragon fighting rink for the entertainment of only the most elite. He grew up in that rink, learning to fight, to kill, and to make it gorey and entertaining for those watching. That was, until he just...snapped, one day. A dragon dead at his claws he turned his blind fury to those in the stands- scorching them all to ash despite the specialized chains and whips meant to control him. He broke free of his rink, chains clattering and stone erupting as fire engulfed the ruins. Months he spent out in the wilderness himself, where he was finally found by another dragon. With their help the chains fell away, and they became friends even as they went their own separate ways to prevent them from giving the other away to hunters or poachers. This turned out to be a mistake, as a strange sort of individual found him- a human, reeking of mana and magic artifacts proved to subdue Aidrek enough to be chained and shackled once more, this time to be used as an attack dog for the human's whims.

Likes: Heat and fire, being a fire dragon. The small things in life also catch his fancy- watching the clouds, star gazing, admiring the leaves as the weather changes, the smell of freshly blooming plants in spring. As an almost obligate carnivore his diet is 90% meat, but ostrich is his favorite.

Dislikes: Fighting. He detests it with all his heart and soul despite how skilled he is. Physical touch is also a huge NO unless given his explicit consent or its required to save his life (like patching up a wound). The cold saps his strength as he's bound to the fiery element.

Weapons: N/A

Voice: Godsmack (Spiral- Acoustic)

Looks: 6ft

Scenario One: (Modern) Your character lives in a world where magic is all but a fairy tale- no elves, no dragons, no magic and fantastic battles for the fate of the world. At least, that's what they thought until they, by sheer chance (or, perhaps, by fate?) stumble onto a frightening sight. A winged individual, with broad silver webbed wings like a bat, is single handedly taking down armed people, clearly intent on killing him, though they're woefully underprepared in both numbers and weapons. With a sweep of these great wings he knocks them all to the side and into a near hard surface- a wall, or a tree, or whatever is closest, knocking them all out with the blunt force. Reptilian eyes wild like a cornered beast he turns a snarl to your character, sharp teeth bared and bloodied wings drooping as he clutches a wound at his side. What next?

Scenario Two: (Medieval) Your character is going about their business in their hometown, or homecity, when a massive shadow crosses their path. They look up to see the glistening orange and silver scales of a beast of legend, a fire dragon with thick chains around his legs and neck. People panic and start running as he lands towards the outskirts of the town, or along the edge of the city wall. A pained shriek escapes him as some figure on his back, the one clearly in command, gives an order followed by the sound of a whip. A deep inhale, followed by a plume of fire is breathed over the dwellings, the orange fire swelling through the streets. What next?

Scenario Three: Suggest one