Imperial -------------------------------------------- Gender: Male Sexuality: straight Height (in dragon feet, which is about a yard for hoomans): 23ft and 5in Relations: Perception, Oracle, Anza Tribe(s): Nightwing, distantly related to my fan-tribe eclipewings, which is where he gets his very large size Personality: Shy, quiet, overprotective of Anza, Under protective of Oracle. (Percy would just stand behind Imperial lol) Odd traits: Birthmarks on his claws that match with Anza, despite them not being related (they looks like they stepped in paint). Mute until he fully trusts the dragons he's around. Appearance: He is very large with a muscular and slender body type. His scales are obsidian black with fades of blue on his tail, claws and wings. He has gold undertones. His eyes are a periwinkle-sky blue tone that is speckled with amber. He has silver freckles and birthmarks on his claws. Curse: He will only fall in love with another dragon once in his life- and only that one dragon. Towards everyone else, he is indifferent. (Second curse), His DNA tests will always have a different result until the dragon he loves loves him back. What the moon Imperial gave him: Wisdom, strength, and a very, very large brain (Aka, very Smarts) Backstory ------------------------------------------- Imperial was born first of the three triplets. As a surprise to his parents, he was lively, though calm. He was alert in an odd way for a newborn, but he stayed mostly still. He was also quite large for a newborn. Once his other two brothers were born, they had noticed the markings on each of their foreheads. Each was an outline of the moon they would be named after- The size of the moon on their forehead was the only way to tell which moon was which. Skipping to about a year later (in eclipewing years, how they are aging, they are like a year old human at this time), their parents were kidnapped, leaving Imperial to care for the others. He was very smart and knew the ways of the world, so while on Pyreah, he raised them like he wasn't a child with them. He was their parent. Their guardian. The one that would make sure that NOTHING would ever hurt them. Around the age of five and three quarters (Which would kinda be like thirteen-fifteen human years :p), he was flying after a hurricane, looking for damage, when he spotted her. Anza, about one and a half, laying in a valley, unconscious. Her arm had been destroyed by a sharp rock she hit on her way down. There was a tree partially covering her, and a smoking lightning scar across her snout. Following his instincts, he brought her home, and took care of her. His brothers knew nothing of this until they returned..... I'ma stop here lol. Thank you for reading and viewing!!!
