Corian

• Personality: Hard exterior, gruff and simple spoken
  
• Talents: Welding, electrical work
  
• Values: Hard work

Corian flew over the vast electric wastes. She was tired and her wings grew heavy. No longer could she beat them to keep her long form high, so instead she drifted. Drifted until she could find a home.

A dragon whom identified himself as Swamp flapped up to her, and though not normally one to accept succor, she decided to let him fly with her. He directed her to a defensible mesa. She growled at him as soon as she landed. "Stay away."

Corian slept. She slept for a long time, and when she awoke Swamp was still there. She narrowed her eyes at him, but his upbeat nature remained just as he did. Maybe he could stay.

She vowed to be the matron of a great and powerful clan. Soon she would find herself allies and eventually she would let her thick walls drop and call them family. However, in order to do this, she'd need to get to work. She donned her Voltvolley Implements, grabbed a blowtorch and went to making a home dragons would be proud of.

--What Crime Would That Dragon Do forum game: "She will do a massive blackout like an entire city, cuz she want to do the Frankenstein monster a real thing" ~Wormonastring45 --