Name: Vala'Keer
Age: In humanly old
Race: Draconian - tall, scales, war-centered
Abilities: As a Blademaster and an assistant to the Shaman, Vala'Keer is skilled in the use of many weapons, including but not limited to swords, axes, maces, warhammers, bows, recurve or long, throwing knives or axes, etc., while being able to summon floating balls of light or heat, and create runes to enchant or influence entities or objects.
Weapon of choice: throwing axe, waraxe
Personality: Grim, serious, and generally just a no-nonsense kind of magical creature.
Appearance: 6' 9", murky green-colored scales, surprisingly narrow-shouldered and wiry, though it's obvious that his muscles would still best even a stronger humans'. Little fat, mostly muscle. They have a neck that extends longer and more forward than many other humanoid creatures- more like a lizard than a human neck. Their eyes are slitted pupils, a strange, icy-blue iris within, glittering with deadly intelligence.
Short bio: Lived in the marshy swamps where his kind can be found, in one of the larger tribes. Humans come to exterminate, and he unites the clans to keep them from fighting each other, and fight the humans instead. The humans come, they search, and they don't find anyone, and then when their guard begins to lower, the Draconian united jumps from the marshy depths and attacks. Should there have been more even ground, with humans less powerful and technologically advanced, they would've lost. However, because of their technology and numbers, the Draconians were pushed back, and exterminated, even though human casualties were high. Vala'keer escaped with several of his own into the oceans; swimming out, he was the only one that made it to the island, carrying an artifact given by an unknown entity, possibly a god, that was prophesied to be able to restart his people, and bring them back from extinction.