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https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRXxWfwbHrkejOvyiURswE1tg_VbJhck2dnYdr1emuNhWC7P55YName: Dracoso
Age: 21
Race: Part human, part dragon, part wolf
Orientation: Straight (slightly bi-curious)
Powers: Moderate control over most elements
Bio: In his past, Dracoso had grown up with a maid to care to him as a nanny, she walked with him and held his hand when he was young, always making him feel safe. His parents had always been busy with work and had been offset by his differences. His ancestors had been blessed with the power of shape shifting and were able to transform into any creature, within their limits, to their liking. The powers had been passed down the bloodline, along with the magic, and that as time passed it would skip more and more of those to inherit it.
The day Dracoso was born, it seemed the magic within his mother had been passed completely to him and, as a result, was strong enough to manifest and was at his disposal. As a young child, he loved the stories his nanny would read to him, and would pretend to act as these creatures, flying like the birds and winged creature of legend, to act like the wild hunters of the forests and fields, hiding under the covers as though about to pounce.
Each day that passed, he became more and more wrapped into the thoughts of these creatures, wishing to fly and hunt, free from the limits of his childhood. His nanny loved to see how creative he could be, hiding in pantries, or flapping his small cloaks and capes in the hopes to fly. Even to the point one day that she even carried him in her arms high above her head for him to truly feel like he was flying. The boy truly was a handful at times, but she cared for him as if he was one of her own. At the age of 6, Dracoso loved to explore the gardens and walked through them each day, loving to get lost in them. He would wander to the edges and back in time for meals, and would always discover a little more each day.
One day, that discovery was a well positioned, and quite irritated, hawk which had been chased into the garden by pack of foxes. Once the hawk had passed the bordering hedge line of the garden, it set its eyes upon the boy as its target to release its irritation upon. With one swift dive, the hawk knocked the boy off his feet onto his back, terrifying the child and causing him to cry out in pain. A trickle of blood slid down the boys forehead, from a cut above his right eye along his hairline. The boy soon climbed to his feet and began to run, sprinting as quickly as he could towards any form of shelter to be found. The boy had become lost only a few minutes before the hawk had struck, and found he regretted it now more than ever before. he shook with fear from under the bush he had taken for refuge, and bawled, wishing this had never come to be.
He wished to be fast, to outrun the hawk, to soar to the skies and never look back, to be strong and simply shout at the bird to force it back where it came from. He wished harder and harder, covering his eyes as his tears flowed down his cheeks, longing for the safety of his home, the love of his nanny and the warmth of his bed. The hawk circled the bush, cawing in anger at the child, longing to finish this matter and return to it's home. As the child cried below, a glow began to grow from him, spreading wide and shining brighter with every moment. The hawk became confused, the light offsetting its sight caused it to lose track of not only the bush the child was under, but its own bearings in the sky, and caused it to wildly dive and flap, trying to recollect its position.
The cries of the child grew with the glow, his only thoughts on the great creatures of his stories, the wolf with its speed and strength, the dragon with its great wings and power, wishing to be more like them, to be fast and powerful, to be safe. With the glow so bright, the hawk flew off, afraid of whatever was causing this glow and flew for the sake of its own safety. All the commotion, from the crying of child and hawk, and the great glow, had drawn the attention of all those within the house and had brought them out to search for the source of it. As they grew near, the crying began to fade, the glowing along with it, until all was silent. The few servants, one of them being the nanny, found the source of the glow from under the bush and gasps arose when they saw what it was.
The child lay before them, but his body had been transformed, altered at places, while fur and scale lay upon his skin. Wings had grown from his back, claws from his fingers, a tail of feather, scale and fur from his rear, and even his hair was a mixed layer of dirty matted fur and feathers. As his nanny saw what had become of the child, she quickly picked him up and sheltered him in her arms, saying quickly to the rest "You will not breath a word of this, tell only the parents to come see me in the child's room" and quickly rushed off towards the house. (must take a break for now, i will put in more later)
Personality: Firm, but understanding. open to talking but usually closed off emotions until they get to know a person.
Charms looking for: Heart, Hourglass, Bell, Pills
Collars looking for: Red-Magenta, Violet-Green
Slaves yet?: none within the guild
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