NightWing

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Name: Goes by Night for the sake of length, only family calls him Nightwing.
Familiar's Name: Shantor
Mate: Avna
Likes: Snow, dark places, and silence. Quiet dragons that do not constantly speak, eating purple birds.
Dislikes: Blazing sunlight, open places, loud and wild crowds, dragons that talk endlessly.
Talents: Hiding, answering and creating riddles, finding lost things/people/and new things.
Struggles: Has a hard time singing in front of others, doesn't like meeting new people and can come off as either shy or aggressive at first (depending on how he feels towards them).
Mannerisms/Personality: He's fairly shy (if he's in a good mood) getting to know new dragons, Night usually sits alone in the woods and stalks his favorite food. Purple birds. He doesn't know much about the rest of the world since he's technically a hermit. If someone or something gets on his bad side, Night is vicious and cruel. He grew up and was raised by a pack of mirrors since his parent's death. He visits a town once in a while to get what he needs (usually once a month), but other then that he's fairly alone, and he likes it that way. It takes time to get him to trust you, but once done, he's as loyal as a wolf, and will stay that way even if you don't see him for years.

Roleplay Example
Nightwing adjusted the sack over his back and shoulders, making sure the feathers and bones didn't come out. Today was a day he was flying into the little town to talk to the shopkeeper there and trade. He needed some food, he gets his meat and insects on his daily hunts, but he gets the seafood and plants from the general store by trading what's left of his hunts. Usually its feathers, bones, special rocks, and anything that he knew the village might need before he came back the next month.

Sighing, he landed and pulled the sack off his back, it was still shifting around and making this trek uncomfortable. Looking inside he found the problem, his familiar, Shantor, was hitching a ride along. He found the Manticore Screamer tangled up in some trapper's noose around his leg while he hung from it upside down. Nightwing helped him and now he was very helpful, if a little loud. Shantor knew now that Nightwing hated loud noises, so he kept himself quiet unless in great need. Like that one time Nightwing almost lost a leg to a warcat, Shantor screamed and Night covered his ears just as the warcat bit where his front claw had been moments before.

Shantor was NOT supposed to come with him, he expressively told him to stay home and protect the hoard (very little considering there is only white feathers and skulls in it for Nightwing to make into more creations for his face and hind claws). But no, Shantor had come with him. He laughed under his breath, "You know you're flying the rest of the way, you wiggle worm." he lightly told the half monkey (the other half was split up between something Night did not know of...).

Nightwing pulled the bag back into it's position and took off, the monkey behind him keeping up really well considering Night's 81 ft length and his 52 ft wingspan. They headed towards the tiny town hidden in the Tangled Wood.