Spitfyre

Spitfyre is a potion-maker, well advanced in the craft of deadly potions. Occasionally he makes potions that actually help people, though mainly hoards them for himself. He likes to use plants from the wilds, saying that they make the effects stronger. One could never trust him to make dinner, for he would most likely poison it in some way. His favorite poison is peacevine, since it's easy to get and no one knows much of it's poisonous properties. He does not specialize in magics, being at the basic level of ice attacks. His main weapons are his potions. Spitfyre hoards poisons of all types. Sometimes he is nicknamed the poison-master. He always drinks out of his own glass, which he calls Huisokanaia.

He tends to be a quiet dragon, but when there's a fellow potion-maker he becomes very social. He's very charismatic, and tends to be manipulative. He always wants to interact with other potion-makers, see what they like to do. When they're a young beginner, he'll try to "help" them when necessary, giving ways to make deadly potions, but making the young potion-maker think it'll help others. He can be considered a psychopath, feeling no empathy for the possible murders he's done from "teaching" new potion-makers.


The group wandered through the forest, finding prey to feast upon later. They were warned of a deadly potion-master before entering, but they didn't believe the rumors. The hunting party continued on, gathering prey. The group suddenly heard some noises above in the trees. An imperial dropped down from above, greeting the hunters. He offered them to join for dinner, but they declined the offer. He grunts, slipping a potion into his hand and throwing it at the ground. Just like that, he was gone. From view, at least. He attacked from behind, and the hunters lashed out with a counter-attack. He laid there, stuck in the grasp of the hunters. He offered to become the clan's potion-master if they spared him. They accepted, for the price that he will make other clans's potion-masters weaker.