Lawrence

Microlore: His scales and wings were imbued at birth with elemental silver by the sages of his birthclan. As such, they tear through spirits and the undead with terrifying ease. He was trained as a Hunter by his parents, though he is uncertain if this is the path he wishes to walk. It seems too easy, and he knows that for a Hunter that is a slippery slope that he should best avoid. While he remains dedicated to the Hunt, in his off time he spends his days in the Citadel watching craftsdragons and performers and wondering what a life like that would mean for him. He wishes he had the conviction of his parents or at least a home that did not require so much of his skills.





Lawrence grew up in Oakrest, an outpost in Dragonhome that minded its own problems and did its best to eschew its neighbors. There, with scales and wings imbued with silver dust, he learned the art of the Hunt - quieting the restless spirits, fighting off necromancers and undead alike, and keeping an eye on the ancient tombs beneath his home lair to ensure no troubles arose on his watch.

But where other Hunters relished the challenge and rose to the task, Lawrence found it frankly boring. Others would expand their fighting skills or their understanding of old languages and genealogies to better tend the tombs. Lawrence could fight well enough, but his silvered body brought an ease to the fight that tore any satisfaction from his fingers. He did not feel as if he was maintaining a peace and a balance as many of the Hunters did, but instead Lawerence felt as if he were massacring the dead while he walked among them in the tunnels of Cairnstone.

He knew early in his life that he wanted to leave and seek another path, but he didn't want to disappoint his parents. They were both skilled Hunters, as were his great-aunts, grandparents, and great-grandparents. Hunting was as much in his blood as any family business had ever been in anyone's. And yet ... And yet it felt wrong to Lawrence.

He started spending more and more time among the dragons of the Citadel, watching them work and toil and actually earn their successes. There, he listened to caravaners and merchants, travelers and pilgrims, and he determined that perhaps he didn't need permission to leave. He could just ... go.

Lawrence left Oakrest when he was young. He packed a few things he thought might be useful, and for the firs time in his young life ventured into the sun in search of adventure. Having grown up practically underground, Lawrence didn't wager on the heat and dryness of Dragonhome. But stretching his wings, feeling the thermals beneath them, Lawrence also hadn't wagered on how nice the sun felt on his hide.

He found a small cavern in a cliff to camp out, and he told himself stories the caravaners told as he hunted for food and sought out precious sources of water. He was certain he might be able to make this work, except that he missed the companionship of other dragons more than anything. And so, after a week, he returned to his family, who had anxiously sought him in nearby canyons, bluffs, and tombs to no avail.

He was grateful to be reunited with his family, but soon the itch to venture struck him again. He spoke the thought first to his brother, who carried it to their mother. "You should have said something," Keturah said when she and her mate came to Lawrence to talk about it. "We would have apprenticed you to someone. Found you a place."

Lawrence frowned between his parents, who looked chagrined and worried. "I didn't want to disappoint you," he admitted, his voice failing him for the first time in a long time.

"You won't disappoint us," Berach said, mussing Lawrence's mane. "So long as you are true and your path kind. Go, and be happy. We have such a short time to find happiness."

Lawrence left Oakrest again some weeks later, this time with his parents' blessings. He bade farewell to his family and joined a caravan headed south, seeking adventure on the way.

In his travels, Lawrence has picked up many skills, putting a face to the ubiquitous reputation of 'jack of trades, master of none.' Freed from the stresses of his family's business, Lawrence has revealed a playful, almost mischievous side. He sometimes uses his cleverness and tenacity to create practical jokes and tricks to play on friends. Seeking a new home of similar-minded dragons has led him to Shadow flight and the tricky-but-playful dragons who call it home.