Seffren

"You know, most people my size would be in disability, instead of a watch list..."

Still, he's not complaining. Much. He doesn't care for people following him around and trying to hunt him down, but as long as they stay far enough away(and, ahem, try not to intrude on certain things), he's fine with them, and they get to keep their unbroken limbs.

See... Seffren's odd. Odd, and dangerous, but not TOO dangerous, because really he's not inclined to be a dick. Potentially dangerous, perhaps, is the best term for him. See, he's a half-dragon. A BIG one, too! Fully eleven feet tall, now that he's stopped growing, with some fairly significant issues regarding fitting through doors, and the like. More on that later.

He never knew his father, mind you. Apparently, that guy had a thing for elves, though, and his mom used to be an adventuress, and she STILL blushes at mention of him! According to her, he was a rather pleasant fellow, for all his faults, and he DID send them enough loot for them to pay for his education. ... some of it with suspicious stains or crispy patches, but still, merchants who buy such things tend not to ask many questions.

He had a fairly normal childhood, really, for all that he was at least a foot taller than everyone his age. He had a fair number of friends, many of whom liked him because he would not tolerate bullying. He had a fair number of admirers, as well, though nothing came of those. And, well, there were a few mishaps involving things set on fire when he sneezed.... still, he's grown up, now.

And now? Well, he's still a student. Sixteen years old, and going to high school. He can't play sports, though, simply because of his size. It'd be unfair! And never you mind how hard it is to find clothes for him. All of his clothes have to be made by a tailor... thankfully, this is easily affordable thanks to his father's contributions. It also means all his clothes fit, even with his wings! And his tail.

Physically, he's pretty damned impressive, overall. Eleven feet tall, fairly strongly built, with some impressive draconic features, he tends to turn heads wherever he goes! His forearms and lower legs are covered in red-gold scales, as are the back of his hands to some degree, and his feet. He's got a pair of fangs in his mouth that tend to show up as he grins, too, making some people rather nervous. Add to that a thick, scaley tail with a maw on the end, and a pair of gorgeous, gold-membraned wings, and he's rather striking!

Mind you, his human features are fairly striking as well. He's got dark skin, and black hair, kept short simply for convenience in his case. His eyes are a clear silvery blue, rather eyecatching should one look at them, while his physique is clearly athletic. Frankly, he's not built like a brick house, even if he COULD knock one over.

Mentally? Well, he's a fairly nice guy. Friendly, helpful, and cheerful. He gets cats out of trees(indeed, the little bastards jump when they see him!), he lifts heavy things, and he stops fights. He also may or may not thump bullies who don't take a hint. Now if only he could fit through doors with ease...

Well, thankfully, that's a FORMER problem. He can fit now, but it's either a matter of compression or expansion of space around him. Things... stretch to fit, in tight quarters, allowing him to have a normal(ish), human-ish life. Hell, he can even use a computer, thanks to the little trinket his father sent last! Anyone who says his dad never did anything for him never met the old wyrm.

For now, he's just keeping on as best he can, enjoying his life and having fun, while keeping up his grades. What more could anyone want?