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Name Fallout Winchester
Gender Male
Appearance Born with a European dragon build, his coloration is a bit more flashy. His scales have the same coloration of a red fox, black feet, white belly and tips, and a ruddy orange base. His head is adorned with a pair of long silver horns that slope back and away from his head like that of an ibex. From his forehead down to the tip of his tail, there is a line of silver spikes ranging from the size of barely a bump to the size of a deer. His wings are adorned with razor sharp tips on each "finger" bone that help him in battle.
Personality He hates being the center of attention, but being a dragon he is usually forced into the spotlight. Always trying to stay in the back and out of everyone's minds becomes a way of life to him. As he gets older, this mellows out a bit but not much. He also tends to hide his feelings and be more reserved than is good for him at times. Not taking orders well, he gets in trouble a lot as an apprentice and into adult life.
Sexuality bisexual
Theme Song Young Volcanoes by Fallout Boy
Mental State Has a minor case of Dissociative Identity Disorder
Example The leader had just called a clan meeting. This already irritated Fallout, but she was there and she always made things worse. The purple dragoness was perched near the gathering with her eyes intent on the speaker. He rubbed a large, shinny beetle black paw in the silty earth. Why must love be so taxing? He huffed and shuffled his wings with a sound of scales over skin. A sweet, enticing sound that slipped into ones mind like a wisp of a poisonous snake that promised wonders but intended much more foul outcomes. He tapped his serpentine tail on the dusty earth. It hadn't rained in four moons and everything either was or looked dead. Well, almost everything. His fellow dragons and other flight enabled creatures were sleek and fed fine on the prey of other lands. They brought back what they could, always clan first. But sometimes when there is little to hunt with a long trip home, the hunter's life comes before in hopes to help more than what could be achieved otherwise. Today, however, the sky was dark with clouds and poor flying and the sweet stench of rain was perfuming the air. Thunder flashed and a fork of lightning raced down from the oncoming storm and struck a tree less than a mile away. He felt the electricity course through him with little medical affect, but that didn't stop the memories.
What was she doing here? The tiger cub sniffed and smelled rain. She hated when this happened and she was stuck in someone else's useless body. Cursing Snow left and Fallout flashed back in to perspective.
Plot Ideas When flying in a storm at a young age, he is struck by lightning giving him a of storms that last through out his life
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Other Hope that's enough!
