Robin

Robin was hatched and slated to be sold to turn a tidy profit before Larch crunched some numbers and realized that he'd be a tremendously good stud to almost every female dragon in the clan. He was kept on, knowing this, and it was thereafter a tremendous detriment to the development of his good character.

Robin is witty, an excellent flyer, pretty, and very much aware of his good looks. His first aim in any conversation is to ingratiate himself and his second aim is to make inroads on that. He rarely seems to take anything seriously and wouldn't be caught dead getting in trouble for anything he'd done wrong. More than once Clow sat on him to keep him in hand, and the big Snapper is still one of the few dragons who can induce Robin to check himself. Once Robin was old enough to figure out how he neatly charmed his mother and she dotes on him.

All that aside, when pinned down and forced to admit it, Robin is proud he's a wind dragon, glad he's part of his clan, and a good friend to his peers. He'd have their backs if they needed it; he just hopes they never will need it, as he'd rather avoid any fights, thanks. He has to preserve his good looks - not the face! Not the face!