Name: Tir
Species/Race: Cyan/Black Western Dragon
Gender: Female
Size: Average tractor/trailer truck.
Age: 400 years
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Appearance: At first glance, the dragoness is actually not that intimidating. She has smooth, small scales of a shiny icy color, bands of underbelly scales of a pitch black color, a long, tapered tail, and a relatively mundane wedge-shaped reptilian head without any underbite or overbite. Her two white eyes, dotted with tiny black pupils, are a little chilling, but nothing to be sung about. Her only striking exterior components are her huge claws, wings with gripping hooks at the end, and her four horns. The two bottom ones are long and taper up into wicked points. The top two have a sharper curve and are smaller in general. These four horns, and her claws and wing-hooks, look like they are made of pure Obsidian. That tail of hers can be a deadly sweeping weapon, as well.

Bio/Personality: Tir was not the direct descendant of Galinor. Rather, she was a grand-daughter, birthed by one of his children. It was mostly a normal life for her from her birth, until of course her mother was killed by savage men with the help of a corrupt dragon. Her father was slain just days later. The little dragoness was just a wyrmling, and could hardly defend herself. So, she ran away into exile, before they found her and killed her.
In hiding for a few years, Tir was found by a tribe of dwarves. She was starving, angry, and bitterly confused. Those dwarves were nearly slain and devoured, but they managed to get through to her, and find her a surrogate mother in the form of another dragoness that had been chased away by the rogue. So she grew, and developed, but never did quite shake the memory of the last moments of her parents. It would leave a dark seed that never sprouted, but never died.
Now at a good 400 years of age, she has developed into a reclusive and quiet beast. She has never taken a mate, nor has ever taken interest in a dragon of either gender. She thought that maybe that is what was wrong. Maybe she were cursed with the wrong attraction... but she just could not take an interest in love or breeding after what happened. Tir's true name is lost to time. Tir is just the noise that she gave to herself. So, Tir she is, a quiet, honorable, respectful, introverted beast.

Name: Aksaja
Species/Race: lightning dragon
Gender: Male
Size: I have no idea so ill just say as large as a small house
Age: 113
Powers: lightning breath, claws, fangs, increased speed
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Bio/Personality: Usually he is happy go lucky with hardly a care in the world aksaja lives up to his name as a lightning dragon however he had no idea he was a dragon from the beginning. When he first hatched he didn't see other dragons he saw elves in fact two parents and a little boy the parents decided that aksaja would live with them and be like the boys brother who he later learned was named sanji.
Aksaja and sanji grew up as any pair of brother would they laughed they cried they fought even though they both aged it was only aksaja who had to start sleeping outside because he was getting to big to fit through the door thankfully though he had a slim body so he could fit his head in when he needed to however one day he suddenly found out that their were hunters. Mercenaries who believed a captured dragon was worth a sizable sum to the right people. it was when they killed his parents that Aksaja lost himself in the rage and made them fry into nothing but sparks Aksaja soon left his brother believing that if he had done something sooner they wouldn't be alone so he packed up and left soon being a part of a different village of elves entirely and acted as their guardian when need be...

Name: Asanjus
Species: Gold Dragon
Gender: Male
Size: 25 feet tall from head to toe, 50 feet from head to tail, plus five feet for the horns.
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Bio: A distant relative of Galnior (his great-great-great-great grandson), Asanjus has shown himself to be just, loyal, and strong. Much like the Old One, he has found himself the ruler of a much smaller realm. Much like Galinor's realm in miniature. While not identical to the Old One in all ways, he has looked to the Great Wyrm as something of a model. Unfortunately, this model extends to his degree of control over his subjects, and he insists on micromanaging everything.

Kind to his mates, generous to his friends, and vicious to his enemies, Asanjus is very much typical of his kind. Proud, fierce, and powerful. Even for a gold dragon, he thinks highly of himself. His pride has grown alongside his power, and he brooks no argument or denial of his will in his own lands. In spite of this, "San" is well-meaning, and has kept the peace for well over a century in his lands.