Ozmith

Personality:

Kind-
Despite his rough childhood, he has already found it easier to treat others kindly rather than hatefully. He speaks politely with others and, when he's able to, likes to dive into discussion with others when the topic is one he's interested in. Under the care of Chime, he has learned how to help his clan for the better, and when he sees a dragon fighting another, he will do what he can to stop it.
Socially Awkward-
While he can be a bit of a talker when it comes to his favorite topics, truth be told, he can go a bit overboard sometimes. Get him talking about stars and he will never stop, but talk to him about 'how well the weather is this fine day' and he'll nod lazily, often never adding much to the conversation. He'd much rather be out star-gazing than talking it up with others.
Passive Aggressive-
Many know him to be a weird, if harmless dragon. But those feelings may soon change when they find that, after upsetting him or offending him, he will often shoot glares toward the offending dragon and refusing to speak with them until met with an apology. These moments can last for weeks if not months.
Nerdy-
Stars, stars everything. Even when he meets someone for the first time he may suddenly switch the topic to the nightly beauties, listing off random facts that he finds the most fascinating. For example, while talking about something as simple as hunting or the weather, he may blurt out "Hey, did you know that the smallest stars 'live' the longest? Well that's because they-" And there he'll go, rambling to his hearts content about stars. Truly one would expect his eyes to be pink under his hood instead of whitish blue.

History: Hatching during the time of Night's rule, Ozmith was born and raised in the Clan of Strong Hearts, near the end of the first monarch's rule. At the time, the condition of the clan was poor, and many made a living performing dishonest jobs or by stealing. The clan often fought with others, and as such most hatchlings were trained to fight fiercely at an early age. While he didn't enjoy it, he too was trained to fight against others. He most often used these skills not when the clan was battling, but when he was stealing. His family was one of the poorest and he was forced to steal food and clothing from others. Other hatchlings were in the same position he was in, and as such he was often left fighting them for things he needed to live.
His parents, as kind as they were to him, could not always watch him. They never helped him when in a fight. For them, fighting another's hatchling would put them at serious risk in their own home, a risk they could not afford to take.
That was when he met Omen. The little Noc didn't fight much either, but she was always there for him after the two met over a stolen lunch. He was wary, but soon realized that she was as scared as he. The two bonded quickly, tied together by their shared fear. She even helped him get a new outfit, which he still treasures to this day despite it having become a tad too tight.
Whenever he was due for a fight with another, Omen would try to scare the other by mimicking various voices from around the clan, often switching one out for another and confusing or frightening hatchlings who didn't know any better.
They kept up their way of life for a while. He was older, but still too young to live on his own. A new Monarch had been appointed, and while things were getting better for some, a lot were still left in poverty. A wage gap had left some rich and others still poor, and unfortunately for him he was still left without much to his name.
But this would all change one day. It started out like any other, however he had happened upon a bit of good luck. Someone had foolishly left a basket of freshly made bread out to cool, and taking the rare opportunity Oz snatched it up and whisked it away. The aroma had drifted, and while he was making his way back home, another dragon stopped him. It was a brutal fight. Tooth and claw sailed between the two, and Oz quickly fell in defeat. The dragon didn't stop, however. He kept attacking Oz over and over, interesting in more than just bread. It seemed like his days were over, until a huge, dark shadow swept over the entangled two. Chime, a Guardian and the new Monarch, saved him that day, and took him to be healed. While healing, she quickly learned of Ozmith's plight as he tried leaving before he was well. He had tried going back for the bread in order to feed both his family and his friend. After that, Chime hired him as her personal assistant, and later on as her part-time astronomer and star reader. With this new life, Ozmith, Omen, and his family are now able to live comfortably.

Other:
-Like all mirrors, Ozmith has exceptional speed and duration. He was trained in the art of combat, however due to his new life style he isn't as good as he once was. He can still pack a mean punch however. His strengths more lie in his knowledge of stars. With stars he is able to figure out where he is and where he needs to go. He has particularly good night vision coupled with the heat-sight that Mirrors have.
-Even among Mirrors, he's a poor flier, often only managing to glide from place to place. His fear is that he will find himself high up, unable to fly away due to his lack of being able to. He's also very sensitive about his underside and always keeps his stomach covered should he be found in a fight, but because his right paw is a bit odd, his enemies are able to use that to catch him off guard.
-He's childhood friends with Omen.
-He's friends with Chime
-He has a large telescope he uses to observe space