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The Fiery Prince of
The_Shadow_RealmName: Devlin Wagon (That's pronounced Way-gon, not Wag-on :v)
Species: Fire Dragon
Age: 21
Height: 5'6"
Tail Length in humanoid form: 3'
Height in dragon form: 30' from head to tail, 8' from toes to top of back
Wingspan in dragon form: 120' fully extended
Affliation: Prince of the Dragon Empire (yes, it's an empire with a king and princes not an emporer, deal with it :v)
Hoards: Pillows and soft, squishy things
Biography:
(tl;dr) Rather arrogant dragon prince who looks forward to adventuring and slacking off rather than being king. His abbrasive and sharp temper can be off-putting, but he isn't a terrible person, just a hot-headed and bossy one.
The seventh son of King Wagon, third ruler of the Dragon Empire, was his last for good reason. Born of the King's inhibitians for one last heir and bedding a concubine with promising figure and genes, Devlin, from the start, was a fiery, noisy, demanding little child whom seemed to be untempered by any means. The only sollace the child seemed to have in life was softness. From the time of hatching he cried and spewed smoke until he was brought to his royal bedding chamber where he was laid in a stiff, rigid crib. It didn't last through the night. T'was only upon a nurse-maid's attempts to comfort him against her busom that the little prince seemed to cool at last into a silent slumber. It didn't take long for the king to pander to his child's need for softness, surrounding him with pillows and the most plump bedding that could be made. Thus began Devlin's hoard.
Since then, the still young dragon has grown into a promising young adult. With the pandering of his father and his sence of authority over most living things due to his lineage, Devlin enjoyed some of the finest silks, cotton, and education the empire could provide. He has learned much despite his young age, but has been rather concealed in the castle walls because of it. His favorite time being what he spent in the courtyard training his body it often disappointed him he was destined to one day rule the land from this very place, no matter how comfortable his father's chair might be. Desperate for a life like in the books of history he'd been taught, he dreamed of battle and adventure for himself like in the times past. Now had always seemed so boring to the young, firey prince.
This, in turn, lead to him occasionally sneaking from the castle to explore the land. In the land, due to his isolation, not many knew who he was which made it easy to go on his little adventures as long as he strayed far from the castle. Not wanting to get in much trouble for his father's ire was the only one he knew more threatening than his own he tried to stick to observing, but at least happy to be outside the walls and really stretching his wings. Eventually he became brazen enough to start interacting with people. This lead to his new expeditions also offering him many wordly goods that the castle walls couldn't offer, or wouldn't. The young prince had indeed found a new favorite kind of softness in the female form that none of his sexual studies couldn't have explained. It compared nothing to his extravagant pillows filled with the finest and softest of materials. The female body was in a league all its own.
Now, Devlin can usually be seen flying about at night or when the king is away on business. Not many in the castle care to question him leaving for fear of his temper and wrath being brought on them for snitching. The young prince does have quite the appetite, and most of the castle staff being human lends him quite the advantage over most.
