Sunderskull

Raised in a dark, damp corner of the Plagelands, Sunder didn't start out with the best life. She was born a single child with unknown parents. Almost immediately out of the egg, she started a series of thefts. Taking whatever she wanted, and whatever she needed from other Flights, the tales of a phantom quickly spread. Dragons from all over soon got word of this, however, they weren't the best people to be hearing it. They searched day after day, thier greedy, dark hearts set on finding the name of the thief and tracking them down. Through flight after Flight they flew, under the nose of every guardian, chasing every lead that fell into thier paws. On the eve of Sunderskull's hatching day, she returned to her hideout to find it filled with dark dragons, each with thier own sinister smirk across thier shaded faces. Cinderash, the leader, stepped forward and asked Sunder of her recent travels and activities. Draped in her black garb, she couldn't deny where she had been, but threatened the release of her name as the thief. A few dragons hee'd and haw'ed at the color of her skin, commenting on how she couldn't be anything of use because she'd stick out like a seafoam green thumb. With god-like speed she growled, lept to the ceiling, and tackled the big snapper who dared laugh at her. She snarled and, using her tail, opened up a tall wardrobe next to them while the others stood by and watched. Treasure, gems, armor, and exotic trinkets tumbled out, leaving the room silent. With one simple question, she turned to the big ridgeback and asked: "What do you want with me?" His answer was a favor. To accept an offer to become an assassin and part-time thief for thier 'organization'. He offered more than decent pay, access to whatever familiar she'd find most useful, and fame for generations to come. Sunder accepted.

Cinderash: TBA
Radcliff: TBA

Roadkill the Tatterwing Carcass is Sunder's familair. He has a kind, but cynical heart, and is an amazing partner in crime. He flies silently and undetected in the nightsky, scoping out the surrounding area, and every and all possible targets. Through a complicated series of signals, they are able to communicate silently in the air. If there was one word to describe Roadkill, it's be intelligent.