Oliver

Oliver was one of the few dragons to 'arrive' to the clan, more or less shipped to Ix like some kind of mysterious package from an unknown stranger. Unknown for only so long; it appeared as if a good turn Ix had done for some allies in earlier years has come back in the form of this fellow, as well as a very generous care package that was sent for the impending winter of that year.

This Imperial is actually a very down-to-earth sort. He's not all that proud or high-and-mighty, and he's actually rather charismatic and friendly to most as long as they aren't rude back at him. He has an impressive singing voice, able to carry one hell of a tune, and actually knows how to play some string instruments. He's extremely strong, physically, and casually does the bulk of all heavy lifting for the clan whenever it is necessary. Trillian wants to make him into one of their warriors, but for the time being, Oliver prefers to work on his music rather than his combat training.

Honestly, he doesn't like fighting. Maybe for sport, or maybe if he has something to prove, but he doesn't like the idea of hurting someone just because he can, or because it's a dragon's duty to fight off the beasts that were simply roaming about on the same lands. He'd rather protect the weak rather than pick fights. He's got a big heart, but a somewhat troubled mind. He tends to think very little of himself when he's so much more than what he believed himself to be.