(Without the shards in his arm, or the object on top of the armor on his other arm)
NAME: Vincent "V" Ferroan (He hardly ever mentions his last name, he despises it)
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
WHAT ARE YOU:Rider and a teacher of Rider and Dragon Combat Training
PERSONALITY: Vincent is a stern, strict teacher who rarely gives compliments. He, like Batoru, has a fearsome, hair-trigger temper, a fierce loyalty to his very few friends, and little patience for most of his students. Many aspects of Batoru are similar to Vincent, and vice versa. After the many years of only interacting with Batoru and the occasional traveler, Vincent has trouble interacting with others. He is learning to control his temper, but he is making slow progress. He dreams of creating a peaceful coexistence between dragons and humans, and hates Slayers for "setting back progress". He does like when students make steady progress and achieve a closer relationship with their dragons, and he dislikes it when students get impatient or talk back to him. He despises Slayers and either ignores them or openly insults them, but it is a hate born of ignorance.
HAVE YOU FOUND YOUR DRAGON YET: Batoru is an almost fully grown tatan (male). Vincent found Batoru when he was working as a child laborer in an iron mine. Vincent found his egg when he was working on an old tunnel, trying to find an escape route. Several badly placed swings caused the ceiling of the tunnel to collapse, sealing the tunnel off. Trapped and scared, Vincent tried to get around the rubble, to dig through, but to no avail. His frenzied digging had exhausted him to the bone, and Vincent collapsed. Hours passed. When Vincent finally regained consciousness, a faint glow emanated from a the top of the rubble, shining in from the opposite side. He crawled through a small opening and emerged into a massive cavern, utterly empty. Except for a small fire in one corner, it almost looked like a ball of hardened, smoldering magma.
The sound of rock striking rock rang throughout the cavern. Vincent whirled around, trying to find the source. The sound got louder and more frequent, steadily increasing until it was an almost constant rhythm. Vincent continued looking, desperate to find the source of the noise. His eyes fell on the strange object. It was rocking back and forth, shaking rapidly. The object fell over, and ceased moving. Then the ball shattered. Exploded would be a more accurate description. Shards and pieces of the object flew in all directions. But Vincent realized that it was an egg, not some random geode. A meek peeping sound came from the remains of the egg, as well as a wet sliding sound. Vincent cautiously approached the remains of the egg, hoping nothing would attack him. When he saw Batoru, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Batoru's body was a soft red, with some parts already blackening. He had no wings yet, but his claws were already well defined. His breath was warm, dry, and slow, just like an infant. Deep down in his gut, Vincent knew what he was looking at. An infant dragon. Vincent couldn't bring himself to harm an innocent dragon, especially not one so feeble as this. He felt that he should protect the hatchling, to raise it. Vincent approached the hatchling and felt... something. He felt his mind cloud, and it clouded more when he neared the hatchling. V... Tovarishch..., a deep voice echoed in his mind, along with a wary feeling of trust.
Vincents and Batoru's bond began on that day. On the day they met, Vincent turned nine. They hunted, traveled, and fought together for years. When Vincent turned ninteen, Batoru's wings were strong enough for him to carry both himself and Vincent. That night, they had their first flight and Vincent nearly died when he fell from Batoru's back. Batoru narrowly saved him from bashing his head open on rocks below. Several years later, Vincent and Michael, both on the verge or death, found the school and a place where they could feel at peace. When their strength had recovered, they shared their knowledge that they had amassed over the many years they traveled together. Their knowledge allowed them to become instructors at Haven, and they share their knowledge with those all who seek knowledge.
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DRAGONS NAME: Batoru
SEX: Male
TYPE OF DRAGON: Tep'telan (Fireheart in Draconic); Batoru is the reincarnation of a volcano. The pattern of his scales is similar to that of magma flow from an eruption, with his own skin showing beneath the plating. The drawback to his unique plating is that while it is thicker than normal dragonhide, there are more gaps on the vital areas, namely on his chest. Even though his plating has its own gaps, his own fire is hotter than that of any other Fire Dragon and he can breathe flame for longer than most Fire Dragons. However, it can be dangerous because his body will substitute his own blood instead of using the fat stored in his fire gland. Also, Batoru can utilize his fire gland in a unique way: using it to dramatically increase his bodily temperature. The increased heat can then be radiated outwards from his body, drastically raising the temperature of the surrounding area within a radius of up to ten meters. Batoru can also consume ash in addition to fatty meats to replenish his Fire-breathing capabilities. This also serves the purpose of cleaning up from fires around Haven. Water is quite a potent tool against him and exposure to large amounts of liquid water (snow melts against his skin) are extremely dangerous to him, even fatal.
DESCRIPTION OF DRAGON: Batoru's egg looks like a massive geode with veins of liquid magma covering the shell. The shell itself looks to be made out of unmarred onyx. Once Batoru hatched and had cleaned the egg fluid off of himself, his skin is the color of fresh ashes where his unique scales are going to grow, the portions of his body that are not going to be as heavily scaled are a softly glowing red with hardly any gray. As he matures, the plating turns a deeper shade of black and grew in thickness and durability. The skin beneath his plates becomes a brighter, angrier red. When he is fully grown, Batoru's size will rival that of a small hill. At the moment, Batoru is roughly 30' at the shoulder and 114' from the tip of his jaw to the end of his tail. His wingspan is approximately 125' from wingtip to wingtip.
DRAGONS TEMPERMENT: Batoru has the temper of a volcano when enraged, but he is rarely provoked to such a high level of anger. He is mistrustful of other humans except for Vincent. It does not mean he shuts himself off from contact other than Vincent, and he does sometimes take others on training flights, but only rarely. And with Vincent's total supervision. Any Slayers who approach him should reconsider, or he will sear the flesh from their bones.