Pathfinder

pathfinder: a space probe deployed to mars in 1997.
friendly, calm, loyal

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Pathfinder is the last person you'd expect to have an affinity for the supernatural. He's quiet, keeps to himself, and mostly devotes himself to his work programming guidance systems for rockets. That isn't to say he doesn't know how to relax--he's often invited to outings by friends, which he attends, although he's far from the life of the party--but he's easily one of the most emotionally collected people you'll ever meet. Everything about him seems calm. [Name here; I exalted the old director of this department and now I gotta figure out who to replace her with] says it's what makes him such a good asset on ground control. No matter how frustrating or scary his job can get, Pathfinder is one of the few dragons you can trust to keep a level head and get the mission done. He's saved more than a few cosmonauts out of sheer coolness. It's honestly a little incredible.

But behind that centeredness, Pathfinder does have a few peculiar spiritual beliefs. For one thing, he has extremely specific memories of what he's sure are a past life. He remembers being from a lush, populated planet, much like Sonrieth in appearance, and yet also visiting a barren, dusty world, covered in red sands and rocks. All he's sure of is that the journey was for the purpose of exploration. Other than that, he also knows that his body was almost nothing like his current one. He had no wings, and was bipedal, and had hair, but no fur or feathers.

Perhaps, though, it's to be expected. Little do many people know, but Pathfinder was born not from an egg, but from the firing of a rocket which carried Sonrieth's first artificial satellite. It's from another, much more secretive, spaceflight agency, and the details are very hush-hush, but rumor has it he was born due to a burst of magic during the launch. Not your everyday release of Breath, either; it was the sheer anticipation that created him.

That's what he says, anyways. And no one really has reason to doubt him. The agency whose rocket created him sent the poor kid to the Baikonur clan because they didn't have any lair space, and the kid got so attached to his new clanmates that he refused to go back.

The one thing he's sure of that the whole clan can agree on? Dragonkind is destined to go to the stars. It's a pretty simple statement, and most of the dragons in the clan know it, but Pathfinder is one of the few dragons that really feels it. The universe, he knows, is vast, and Dragonkind is far from alone. He doesn't want his spirituality to guide his scientific life, but he just knows there's at least one other species out there exploring and probing this existence as much and as curiously as they are. If only, if only they could establish contact...

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mars is there, waiting to be reached.