Greyjoy

A dragon with a quietly brooding aspect and an affinity for plant magic. He seems to prefer involving himself in botany to involving himself with other dragons, in fact. The plants are responsive and interactive enough for him. The brambles he (and hardly anyone else) likes, in fact, are ones he can psychically cause to rustle and wave when called upon, in a writhing manner reminiscent of some tentacled beast.

He feels both called to and repelled by the ocean--while he is a good swimmer, he seems paranoid of indulging in too much sporting among the waters when others besides his precious plants are around. And the waves put him too much in mind of his father, a loveless memory in his mind that he would prefer fade into obscurity.