Livirath

Occupation: Fighter
Family: Jadu(Mother), Tsukuyomi(Father)

*In a new training area of this clan's nest, you see a mirror dragon attacking a fake ridgeback dummy. It stopped to take a break, giving you time to make an introduction and greet him. To your surprise, he talks more openly than most mirrors tend to do.* Not everyday someone greets mirrors like that, especially short-tempered ones like me. Name's Livirath. You seem...like Deja Vu somehow.

*The mirror snaps his attention back to reality.* Nevermind. It's confusing to be a dragon of the past reborn into a new body and having to regain one's true form to collect all of the lost memories. I was actually a spiral before I sneaked into a bunch of scrolls, curious as to what they were. The results of those gene scrolls was this form and it feels like I'm myself once more.

*You ask what he tends to fight, considering the way he trains.* It's mostly the monsters tainted by the Shade these days, but I used to be at war with beastclans in my prior life. The thrill of battle for me is the same rush hunters get when they're doing their job. My mother has not learned about my previous life since I feel it's something she does not need to know. The three leaders of the clan, Gaja, Arveia, Crackskin, and any of my other revived friends are in on the know about my memories. And...*You watch his tail whack the arm of the dummy before seeing the location becoming the impact of some bombing of fire, taking the arm clean off of the fake dragon.* How many dragons can do that? The enemies should fear me as long as I live again.

*You decided to ask about how the clan perceives him.* I keep a lot of the mirror routine of speaking with action, first and foremost. With the way I can blow my top, I figured that it was best to limit as much interaction as possible without being the same grump Arveia is. Crackskin is one of my few friends inside this clan who shares the same love to fight so far and we do get along well. Mimic, the strange dragon of the group, puts some of her time into my training, helping me become more of a team player and less of a angry bull rushing into battle. Many do get put off by my abrasive words and lack of filter, but it's how I roll and they have been putting up with it. It's a strange thing for me to live in a clan that actually lets me be myself where my mother says that most wouldn't tolerate my behavior.

*He wasn't far off, you can hand him that. It was a strange situation for yourself to hear about dragons with a prior life, remembering them and the knowledge that comes with it. You repay him for his story by teaching him a move or two you picked up along your travels, sparking a bit of a friendship between the two of you.*