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Name: Fenrir

Role: Dragon 2

Gender: Male

Description: Crimson colored scales with mishap black stripes cover Fenrir's body and he has silver eyes. Two large horns protrude backwards from his head and three rows of small spikes run the length of his neck, back, and tail. The tip of his tail is flat and flexible, and shaped like a spear head. His body rather streamline, yet muscular. Fenrir has no front legs, instead his massive wings double as forelegs like a bat, two clawed fingers extending from the wrist of wrist of each wing.
(What he'll look like as an adult)


Personality: Fenrir can be quite aggressive. He is angered very easily and can be violent when mad. He loves to explore new places he has not been to. He prefers to keep to himself but tends to warm up fast to other dragons. He is very curious about others. It can be hard to get a positive reaction out of him, reactions are usually passive or negative. Gain his trust and he is quite friendly.

Spot: Just behind the left jaw joint.

Likes: Thunderstorms, silence, music, teriyaki flavored beef jerky, taking short naps.

Dislikes: The cold, loud noises (other than thunderstorms), most people in general, rudeness, being woken up from a nap.

Fears: Water, Tanith, small spaces.

Life Goal: To travel the world.

Calming: Scratch behind his left jaw joint or play soothing music.

Roleplay Sample:
Fenrir crawled around the tabletop, sniffing at everything in sight. His surrounds were unfamiliar to him. Eveything so new, he was curious as to what everything was. He found a candle and stared at the flame, fascinated by it. He nipped at it in sudden bordom and went back to exploring the tabletop. He stopped at an open book. There was a picture of a snake on the page. Peering at the upside down picture and a soft growl of curiosity escaped his throat. He now looked at his othe surroundings and saw a bed in the room to his left. He crawled to the edge of the low table and jumped off.

Crawling along the ground, Fenrir made his way to the other with the bed quite fast. He made his way to the bed and looked up. The corner of a blanket hung over the edge, reaching to the ground. He climbed up the blanket, leaving rips in as he did so. Once on top of the bed he took a short breather. After a few seconds he started crawling around on the bedding. He found a particularly comfortable pillow and curled up on it, starting to doze off. The human that was to be his rider came up and reach a hand out to him. As she did so, Fenrir growled in annoyance. When the human did not take her hand away, he bit it, his fangs being blocked by the glove. His rider to be pulled away and he let go, falling asleep.
(All I could think of, these 'give me an RP sample' things make my brain quit on me for some reason)

Fenrir's Story