Avaritia

Avaritia always believed that in order for a dragon to be sane, they needed a purpose. Something to keep them in check with reality, a beacon that will light their life and give them something to fight for. And all his life, he had been searching for that beacon. In his first clan, the clan where his parents and their own parents were born, there was no such thing. Nothing kept him there, and so the purple banescale decided to travel and search for a clan that would give him something to fight for.

He has traveled to many different clan's and cities, but none gave him what he desired. Almost giving up, he decided to travel to one more city, a city that was subject of many mysteries and legends. A city of peace, floating in the air, probably suspended by ancient magic. After many months of searching, Avaritia finally arrived, thin and sick. He was immediately given shelter and medicine, as the clan's leaders were very kind and understanding. They practically saved him, and as the prideful dragon he was, he swore to protect the grand monarch, a imperial that went by the name of Xanthe.

It wasn't that Xanthe couldn't fight, or that they had many enemies. It was just the ungodly amount of clumsiness and forgetfulness that they had kept getting the blueish imperial into trouble. While officially acting as Xanthe's guard, Avaritia is more of their babysitter and friend, making sure that Xanthe did what they needed to, including eating and remembering to sleep.