Naga

When he was brought in as a child by Dokurio and Solemn, he was always kept out of the games that the other derglings played. His red spots shaped like oblong and twisted circles made it hard for others to NOT think of blood. This made a lot of them uneasy, as he was new and no one really knew where he came from.

As he got older he started to accompany Dokurio and Meadow out. He learned to fight very quickly and grew accustomed to the outdoors away from home. He opted to be in battle over working for the Breed-A-Rep that his clan was known for. After some time (when he started being somewhat effective in fights) Dokurio and Meadow started giving him shares of their winnings. It wasn't much, and having most everything provided by the clan he saved them. And saved them. And Saved them.

He soon had a hefty supply of treasure with seemingly nothing to spend it on.

It wasn't until he was out training some younger dragons that he realized what he could spend his hoard on.

The younger kids that grew up with him being around all the time had no problems with him. They knew him and didn't find him creepy or scary like some of the clanmates his age. However, the children being brought in from other lairs, still had their reservations. With him being in charge of training the new clanmates, he needed something to change.

With Dokurios help, he found his way to the marketplace. Dragons selling everything he could imagine. Showing him clothes he could wear, items he could carry; all with intent of covering up his bloody spots. But nothing quite fit. Nothing felt TRULY HIM.

After trying things on all day he started heading home, when he saw one last booth on the outskirts of the market. The booth was being run by a women who had the most marvelous red spots. Bloody spots that shined and sparkled in the moonlight, they reminded him of gems filtering in the sunset. He asked Dokurio about them. How has she gotten them? Could his spots look like that?

Yes, Yes they could.