Iraia

Iraia was never like his older brother Leonis, or any other sibling of his for that matter. He didn't have the confidence they naturally acquired, and instead was set apart from them in ways he couldn't understand for a long time. Iraia didn't know why, but he was a gentle soul with a kind heart, and not to say that his siblings weren't kind, it was just... he was differen. Iraia took great joy in the simple things in life, like the beauty of flowers and the warm, loving rays of the sun upon his scales. He was not prideful like his brother or hawkish like his sister, he was sweet and shy and preferred the company of calm familiars and silent flowers. He was also very connected to the Lightweaver, as his father was a scribe and his mother the very representative of the Deity. He loved his homeland and preferred the quiet life over luxury.

The gentle Imperial was close to his parents, reluctant to leave his home clan though his siblings were thirsty for adventure. His sisters constantly teased him about being more feminine than they were, and his brother belittled him often, but Iraia never let that stop him from enjoying the things he did. He found that, even though he wasn't very confident, he still didn't let their opinions influence him to stop being who he was. He liked himself, and that was all that mattered to him.