Name: "Not your typical question to a dragon who has you strapped to a table..." (Citrine)

Age: "Does this matter?" (24)

Gender: "Subject may be blind..." (Male)

Tribe: "Most... definitely, blind." (SandWing)

Sexuality: "Why are you questioning me about this?" (Demisexual)

Looks:

(Sorry it's messy!)

Personality: Though he is polite and mannerful, he a whirlwind of unfiltered raw energy, bouncing everywhere. Sleep? What's that? He is incredibly smart with dragon anatomy, knowing the weak spots of a dragon just by glancing around at their body. He isn't good with combat, but academics are right up his alley. Promised to be given any new information of dragons and how they work down to their very atoms, he signed up to figure out what makes a dragon a dragon and will definitely get his talons dirty to achieve his goal.

Likes: learning new things, scratching, paperwork, ice (chews it thanks to iron problems)

Dislikes: those who question his work, his mind, loud annoying things, his scales

Disabilities: (buckle up folks-) PTSD, ADHD, ADD, OCD, OCC, Small God complex, no pain receptors (can't remember what it's called), the sleep problem thing I can't spell-, and Tourette's.

Crush: "Pardon?" (Open)

Mate: "Um..." (open)

Dragonets: "I should probably just knock you out before this becomes even more awkward  for me..." (none)

Other: Mad scientist, works with another dragon named Owl who is a cheap doctor. Works in the Dark Market.

Scenario 1

You wake up, strapped to a table, two dragons above you. One had white splashes and eyes that never seemed to stop for a second, while the other was larger and had light orange scales. "They woke up... I'm surprised. Oh well, we can began in just a moment. Watch them for me, will you?" the large one asked.

The second SandWing nodded, the sound of a door closing echoing slightly. Where were you? The SandWing looked to you, a wide grin. "This is going to be fun, I've never worked on a live test subject before!"

You...

Scenario 2

You worked in the Dark Market, simple as that. You had heard stories of the cheap doctor known as Owl and the strange dragon known as Citrine. You never actually expected to ever run into them since they always seemed to be huddled in their hut just outside of the Scorpion's Den.

One day while out to gather supplies, fighting was heard. Finding the noise, you found Owl and Citrine angrily yelling at one another. Owl suddenly reached out and slashed at Citrine, a deep gash suddenly across his snout. After that, the cheap doctor flew off, leaving Citrine behind as his snout bled.

"No good, camel spitting dust snorter..." he muttered. You...

Scenario 3

You make up!