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________________________________________________________________ Name: Chase Age: 84 Bio: Born not to just fit into eithe the two worlds that helped create him. Chase have fought his entire life to get to where he is today. The fact that many still would rather see him dead than become the next king after his father, means that there almost never are a dull moment in his case. Chase might not look at much compared to other dragons, he is smaller and his pretty face often gives the others something to tease him about, which he does his best to ignore. Chase tries his best to act and seem like a true ruler out in public, but when alone, he allowed himself to act by his human side and makes mistakes like anyone else. He love his family just as much as feeling of his wings sliding through the air, a pleasure tries to allowes himself as often as possible. But Chase have neve ever had his heart stolen by another or felt the famous feeling his father call love, to Chase it's not something he think he needs or have the time to try. Species: Dragon Powers: Might not look like it but he is super strong as long as he use his strength sparingly. Appearance: Human Dragon: ________________________________________________________________ Chase stood at the very edge on one of the cliff that stretched fare out. Below hundred upon hundreds of meters down was nothing but pure untouched forest and open space as fare as the eye could see. It would be a nasty drop from here, certain death for any human without the ability to fly. He watched as two big dragons laped through the clouds, their dark blue scales faited the futher away the went. 'They are late again but I guess it better than them never showing' Chase thought as he rolled his big blue lighted eyes and stood up to straighten his back, before letting gravity pull him down. He wasn't really suppose to follow them but those two had been up to no good as for latly, so he had to keep an eye on them. Lessly had already more than once challenged him even just pasing by in the halls and his brother Gruin, through the the guy might be even more brainless than the first, was the muscles and rather dangerous when backing his brother. He turned his head down to starre at the ground that came closer with each second, his thick smooth skin made his enormous body slide through the air like a fish through water. The dragon smirked in a big wide grin, he loved the feeling and the excitement from a clear fall. 'Not yet' chase would had told himself, daring his mind to let him get as close to the ground as he could before stretching his wings and pull up. But not today, he was either comfortable nor in the mood to fool around especially with those two in their dragon forms close by.

Name: Tsorin Delour Age: 24 Appearance: Eyes: coal black Hair: black Build: olive skin tone and average height Personality: Crude. Professionalism when needed. Jealous. Dominating. Willing to blackmail to get what he wants. Bio: Tsorin spent his time bullying the weak to keep himself preoccupied. It's simply what he'd always done. He came from a home where his mother adored him and his father worked hard to spoil him. He lived an easy, if not simple, life growing up. Now, almost finished with college, Tsorin runs a business diligently with utmost professionalism. If only he had some way to pass the time between the long boring meetings. ----------------POST----------------- The day was as any other, full of promise... promise to being another dull day. Tsorin had, once again, needed to go through a meeting and take care of applications for the open position of office assistant at the business he ran. He was one of the youngest bosses in the industry and he held that honor with pride. The downfall? His every waking hour held zero entertainment. Of course, being in school helped some. He was able to enjoy his mornings taking advantage of his current object of bullying. Sure, he had bullied plenty before, but his current target had a thrill rushing through Tsorin's spine. Hinata... he was a dorky looking freshman at the college. One that was especilly fun to bully over the course of the year so far. Tsorin rubbed the back of his head as the image of the mouser hair and dark eyes played across his mind. The black frame from the dork's glasses making his eyes stand out more. Shaking his head, Tsorin tried to clear his mind of thoughts of the freshman. Perhas he wasn't as awake as he thought he was. He tried turning his focus ahead of him as he walked through the hallway toward the caffeteria. He needed to quickly grab something to eat before heading to his business class. He knew they were having a workshop today on the study of stocks. Not like he hears enought about stocks at work. Grumbling, he waved a hand above his head as of to push his thoughts away. "Focus. Tsorin, focus." He stepped in the caffeteria and pulled his wallet free from his pants pocket. "I should make that moron buy me breakfast."