WanderingShield

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

As the subway cars started to fill, Nivaar took more pictures. Names could come later, he was more interested in memorizing faces. AS he took the pictures, he made it appear as if he was just texting away like a mindless zombie. Some of the Naga and sprites peeked his interest, only because he knew they'd either provide him treasures or bling for the fires that rested in his belly. A trade he'd gladly make if the treasure was right. He was a dragon after all and he couldn't fill his 'cave' with hot air.

He clicked the many rings on his fingers against the dark red casing on his phone, faking impatience for a return text as he looked around the train with his full attention. His brow lifted at the Fae Dragon as she fluttered around, the desire to collect her like a pet cat causing him to smirk.

Maybe school wouldn't be so bad after all.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

Name:
Nivaar Namhias Swann
Age:
72 (Appears around 16-18)
Gender:
Male
Race:
Golden Dragon (He has no special properties, his scales are just golden in hue.)
Appearance:
Dragon-
Standing at 19 hands high, (just over twelve feet from shoulder to claws), Nivaar is considered the baby of his family.

No rider or armor

Humanoid-
While he may be rather old compared to a human or 'other', Nivaar doesn't act it or look it. Keeping up with the latest trends, he dresses in layers and in oddball trinkets. His way of hoarding his treasures. His hair is a golden blonde in color, matching his eyes (which glow when annoyed), and the clusters of hard golden scales around the corners of his eyes, neck, and fingers. He makes no effort in hiding them, claiming them to be a fashion accessory to those that know not his heritage.

Most used form

Personal belongings with them: Way too many clothes...

The Shifting Sands

I just wanna cook good food from dirt, man! *grabby hands*

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I'm pretty sure I got his approval over the int check, but if I need to, I can easily remove the post.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

In the furthest seat in the furthest car sat a hunched over figure. His hood was pulled up and a pair of obnoxiously large headphones rested over the fabric where his ears would be. In his hands rested a phone, which had a pair of thumbs darting across the screen faster than some could think possible.
He had arrived early just so he could be the first to get on to claim his seat. He had settled in and worked on building up an aura of 'stay away, no desire to talk to anyone' around him.
Nivaar took a fraction of a moment to glace up from his phone to the loud people entering the train, golden eyes narrowing slightly at the motley crew as they made it known their hate and disgust of each other. He smirked slightly before looking back down at his phone, taking discreet pictures, without flash, of the scene. Could be Photoshopped for blackmail later. Never knew when he'd need money, cheat-sheets, or someone to keep him entertained while he wallowed away in this forsaken place. He predicted he was at least twice the age of half the mutts he'd see in the school's walls and the only reason he was here because it was 'family tradition' to attend a place of study when one was nearing eighty. Had it not been the promise of lavish treasures of his choosing, Nivaar would have ducked out at the subway station and flown to Hawaii. At least the Fire Sprites there could keep his scales warm.

Lifting a hand to scratch at the mentally thought of scales around his left eye, the juvenile dragon tugged his hood lower once the itch had been scratched.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

Name:
Nivaar Namhias Swann
Age:
72 (Appears around 16-18)
Gender:
Male
Race:
Golden Dragon (He has no special properties, his scales are just golden in hue.)
Appearance:
Dragon-
Standing at 19 hands high, (just over twelve feet from shoulder to claws), Nivaar is considered the baby of his family.

No rider or armor

Humanoid-
While he may be rather old compared to a human or 'other', Nivaar doesn't act it or look it. Keeping up with the latest trends, he dresses in layers and in oddball trinkets. His way of hoarding his treasures. His hair is a golden blonde in color, matching his eyes (which glow when annoyed), and the clusters of hard golden scales around the corners of his eyes, neck, and fingers. He makes no effort in hiding them, claiming them to be a fashion accessory to those that know not his heritage.

Most used form

Personal belongings with them: Way too many clothes...

Greetings and Salutations

It's a well rounded greeting, you know?

Thank you for the welcome!!

Greetings and Salutations

Thanks!

Greetings and Salutations

Thank you! I hope I do too.

The Shifting Sands

Name: Nivaar Tobias Swann
Race: Half-elf
Age: 23
Appearance: Having traveled around on his own for a rather long time, Nivaar has permanently
tanned skin stretched over a lean frame. His hair use to be golden blonde, but the over exposure to the sun
has bleached it to an almost greyish-blonde. He's never seen without the green gemstone earring in his left ear.

Nivaar Tobias Swann

Reason for joining the Outcasts: He's been very good at keeping that to himself, however he does
claim his half heritage didn't help.
Skills: Skilled forager, knowing what wild plants can be eaten and what animals are safe to consume.
With what little supplies he has, Nivaar has learned how to make some pretty tasty meals. Being a 'halfie',
he's had to deal with a lot of bullying and punishment while growing up. While not the best fighter, he's a
stubborn bastard that can take a beating.
Motto/Catchphrase: "Looks can be deceiving, whether it's a plant, animal, or person."