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If you haven't read my application, that's ok. Just know that Ghosts are the spirits that reside in him and that he is more humanoid looking than dragons. He hates dragons and is border insane on his plight against him.
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[b][i]Jasik Dragonbane[/i][/b]

Jasik stared at his hand with an air of mystery, or at least, where the hand used to be. The elven bandit that just ambushed him was gawking as Jasik payed no heed to his recent amputation. 
[i]"Verywell, I was getting antsy anyway"[/i] Jasik said as he walked to the elf. The bandit only had a moment to realize that the hand that he had just severed was soundly back in place before death overcame him. Jasik smiled if only for himself to see, as he snapped the mans neck instantly with just a few meager thoughts, however easier it might've been to just swing his blade at him. 
[i]"What a wondrous legacy that would've been, a black magician such as myself to have been stabbed in the back by an elven bandit"[/i]. Anyone watching would've thought him insane and perhaps to a degree he was. Alas, he was speaking to a spirit that resided in him. 
[i]"Indeed, and to think that all the work we did in the corrupted lands was to no avail"[/i] the spirit that resided in Jasik replied. It was only momentarily for as Jasik let go of his bond to the spirit and it spiraled into the abyss of Jasik's essence.

Jasik spread his hulking wings, nearly tripling his width from wingtip to wingtip, and shot into the sky. Jasik was in the mood to 'play' with a dragon. He wondered perhaps how he would go about that, but he knew that he always found one in time. His favorite method was to vandalize a proud dragons dwelling, for a proud dragons pride was deeper than the sea's and taller than the sky's. He considered this, but didn't wish to alert the Council or Black Rose of his location. He did not think that he was a wanted criminal but he wasn't sure that either of them, in the name of Crime or Justice, would simply relax and watch as he slaughtered their race. 
[i]Our Race[/i] a voice from one of the ghosts residing in him reminded. 
"Our race" Jasik replied. As he went about pondering this, he realized that he had a single idea on how to 'entertain himself'. Of course they wouldn't stand by while he terrorized all who stood in his way. Maybe he wouldn't get any fresh blood, but the ferocity of a fight would satisfy him enough to get serious work done. Besides, he could even find one of the precious dark diamonds that he treasured so. Jasik believed it wasn't unknown that a dragon would keep a horde of treasure. He plummeted from his dive, devising ways to catch the Council's eyes.