Nearan's Character Sheet

Personal Info
Name: Nearan
Alias: Nearan has been called "Near" by his friends because of how close they have become.
Age: 434
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Nearan is a warm character in it of himself, while he does number in size he rarely uses this to enforce dominance. Many mistaken his personality due to his build and size, while he is mostly happy and out going. Trust and respect is all he wants drom others, in which be generously returns the favor. If he finds a attractive mate who shares the same feelings for him, he can have honorable behavior and attitude.
Weaknesses: After the death of his original mate he finds it hard to make female friends. After years of fighting and punishment some of his scales have either been scratched off or singed to his skin. One weakness is his right front foots toe, which has a injury equivalent to a bunion, which is from the result of a unkept for wound.
Strengths: Nearan bas a appropriate ammount of strength but he prefers peace before anything. Smaller groups strengthen Nearan in a way, while being alone helps him concentrate on the task on hand, it does make him susceptible to flashbacks and other or allusions.



]General Appearance
Height: With Nearan being in almost the prime stages of his life he has grown to be 45 feet tall, but at the end of his prime age he should grow to 70-85 feet tall.
Scales: Nearan was born with hard but semi flexible scales that are each ridged, with each ridge bigger, bumper or smaller then the last. During bright summer days that are over 80° degrees out his scales turn from a red to a brighter dark red, some say flames are kept within his scales, but it actually is the light reflecting off his scales ridges.
Eyes: medium red, when angered it may turn into a darker red, that can stare a virtual hole through it's victim.
Appearance: After years of strenuous phoeical activity Nearan has managed to keep his body around sub average. Many who look at him assume him for a elder at times due to his build. On his stomach area his scales appear to have melted, which was from a fellow wing after a challenge. Nearans back legs astonish many, At birth his birthmark appeared on his right leg which makes those scales a darker red then the others, If you look straight into how face you will notice a thin scar running down from the top of his eye lid where it barely continues past the bottom of his eye.

Tribe Information and Status
Tribe: Fire Wings
Species: While Nearan is not entirely sure of his origins, the Dragon elders suspect him of being a pure breed.
Rank: Wise One
Family: Nearan has no family left after being abandoned by his parents he has only had friends to help support him.
Mate: Resting in forever peace.
Hatchlings: None

Skills and Abilities[font]
Special Abilities: Nearan has found by blowing fire in a concentrated area he can melt together his foes scales thus immobilizing them temporary, while his victims scales melt into their skin Nearan can finish them with minimal resistance. While this can be proved to be affective, it leaves Nearan lightheaded and temporary weak, if this technique back fires Nearan would be no trouble to pin down. Nearan does has trouble on the other hand accomplishing this wth dragons bigger then himself.
Combat Style: While Nearan focuses on peace, he has found grabbing his foe in mid air to only dive them to the ground with him on the top useful but dangerous, other times he attempts to bite for the neck.

Background
History: Born to parents who's identities remain unknown met as hatchlings where they would bond until they would become mates, from there they raises Nearan to become a honorary warrior, Unfortunately by the age of 23 Nearan was completely abandond and was left to fend for himself. After being found by the firewings tribe each "family" helped raise him until mature. Not wanting others to go through the same confusion and pain he went through, Nearan swore to take anyone in need under his wing.
RP Sample: Nearan looks over the tall ledge that rests on the quiet mountain side. Pine trees and rivers look like grass and puddles from Nearans resting place. Nearan, who spent the whole day hunting without success made a harmless but fierce yawn, His scales slightly lite up during the yawn but clow out once finished. Grass hoopers chirp their songs of wonder through the sky while Nearan ponders about his future. He takes his front foots index "finger" and scribbles on the bare rock which makes a scrape that most would find unbearable. After a minute of scraping away parts of the rock Nearan lifts his finger then takes a soft blow which pushes the scratches away rock particles away which explose a rather decent scribble of a Dragon. "If only someone like me was out there." he thought as he turned on his back to face the stars.
He then studies the stars with his curious eyes which grow heavier and heavier by each passing moment. He slowly batters his eyes in a final chance to battle the urge to sleep only to finally have then "locked" shut.
Slowly todays word shifts to the past, where a new today begins. Nearan takes one last huff of comfortable relief only to turn around and thinks of his desires to make more friends, and to get more food.