Azlan the broken

by **Azlan** Fri Oct 25, 2013 4:55 pm

Name: Azlan
Nickname:Azzy, Az
Tribe: Icewing
Rank: Warrior
Age: 43 years
Gender: Female
Family: Mother-dead(Skywing) Father-Dead (icewing)
Mate: Deceased
Draglets:Dead
Appearance: Az is a long and slender snake like fae, she is white scaled with a trail of green feathery fur along her back. She has long white feathered wings with blue grazing the edges. Greenish blue eyes that are usually narrowed or dazed. Two horns curve up hidden amongst feathery fur. At the end of the long tail are two spikes.
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Personality: Azlan is a clam and to herself type of dragon, a once and bright and optimistic dragon now a loner and hidden. She hardly speaks anymore choosing to watch and listen.
Strengths: Agility is one of her feats along with speed. With her thin frame she can get through places larger dragons couldn't possibly. Water and wind, though not as strong as her frost breath. She more so enjoys the fill and focuses on avoiding them if it means a battle against her beloved elements. If only she had gotten something not so cold.
Special Powers: With concentration she's able to cause frost to form from her claws, so when she's tired she could cross on top of water by creating a ice bridge.
Weaknesses: Fire, not just because of fire and ice but because when she comes into contact she remembers the past and she halts in fear before regain composure.
History: There was once a time azlan had lived among the hilltops just her and her mate along with their two hatchlings. Peace was all they knew, and like many tales before i'm sure you can guess what might come and destroy this happiness. Dragons. In a matter of minutes they went from feeding to fighting for their life's, one hatchling lay with a broken neck while the other hid beneath its mother in protection. Burst of flames singed the ends of green fur as she tried her best to turn the burning inferno into ice. But all she could comprehend was her dead child and her slowly weakening mate. Teeth latched around her slender throat dragging her away from her cowering hatching. A splatter of blood caused everything to stop, time slowed down as the pain wrenched her heart as a roar escaped her maw. The invaders fled while the fire turned to black ice. Nothing really special about just grief.

by **Avian** Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:19 pm

That's a pretty nice Bio, Azlan. Welcome to Dragon Roleplay Forums, our Admins are The Mighty Dragon God; Shardas, and the Master Dragon of Technology; Phantom. Have a good time here. ^_^