ToasterThree

(Will be renamed when I don't find the one he came with funny anymore. Eventually. Still funny right now.)

Notes: Has had his fair share of mates - and children - in his life. For reasons kept private, he keeps out of the lives of those that have not been risen to the heights of exaltation. None truely pry too much, but many wonder. Most chalk it up to the pearlcatcher being an adventurer at heart, and unable to really settle into the notion of a family life. A minority think him selfish.

None argue of his skills as an archaeologist, however, and his talent for identifying obscure items, things any normal dragon would mistake as a regular rock, or piece of wood, or plain garbage, is unmatched. Unmatched, too, is his thirst for adventure and knowledge of all aspects of history - be it of his flight, others, ancient, obscure, or even fairy tail fantasy. He chases these exciting leads, and often makes great discoveries and brings home fantastical treasures and tales - and a few bumps and scrapes from a totally not-his-fault incident with an ancient trap or two. His long term hunt for a mythical set of ancient crystal dragon skulls is his over-arching obsession - he claims texts point to breeds so ancient that they came before any other. With the re-emergance of ancient breeds into Sornieth, some are catching this fever of the potential of these artifacts existing - others simply wish he'd stick to actual archaeology instead of fantasy crystal skulls with supposed magic powers of the elements and life. And death. Possibly over certain beverages and sandwiches. No one has really sat down enough to really figure out what they might do; and who would? The scraps of information are obscure and contradictory.

Well... one does. The other historians and archaeologists really wish he wouldn't. It's embarassing for both fields. Conspiracy theorist dragons are enraptured with the idea though.

Absolutely hates snakes to the point of screaming if anything resembling one comes near him. Slightly problematic for spirals, as he is constantly wigged out by them and their long noodle ways; he at least does his best to stay polite and reasonable though.

Even if his scales itch watching them spin around and tie themselves in knots... nightmares for days. And coatl tongues? Nope, no thanks, he never wants to even remember those are a thing, thank you.