Raver

Raver is true to his name, as he parties a LOT. He's usually the host of most parties in Exile. Holidays, birthdays, weekends, just because, Raver's always throwing a party. He's quite talented at baking cakes, mixing certain drinks, and making decorations, and is very good at observing dragons and gauging what type of gifts they'd like. His dexterity is immaculate for someone who would only pass a sobriety test from 10am-2pm! Raver is loud and crazy, literally. Raver adores Meteor for her raw insanity, so Meteor brought him on some of her 'missions', and he wanted to try some of his own! He... almost got caught the first few times due to his baby raging and horrible aim, but he and Meteor adapted! Though, Raver got his bow priviliges taken away, so he's a melee guy now. But, he isn't very good at staying quiet nor camoflauged, so he stays inside the clan most of the time. Raver is one of those dragons that picks up one hobby, gets sick of it, and drops it, so he's a hack of all trades! He also has a ton of useless knowledge, and is a lot of fun during bar trivia.



Raver had been roaming around a bit too long, and found himself very close to the border between the Tangled Wood and the Scarred Wasteland. Between the shady Shadow dragons and the snarling Plague dragons, it was a dangerous place to be. Dragons usually referred to it as the Boneyard Bramble, due to the jagged ombre of Shadow to Plague. As he drunkenly stumbled over thorny vines and discarded corpses, he bumped into something, and nearly tripped.

The 'something' let out a yelp, "UHA!"

Raver was startled by the sudden noise, so he let out a yell of his own. "RUGH!" He kind of sounded like a dog. The 'something' was apparently living, which explained why it was so warm. As Raver redirected his sight to what he had bumped into, a hooded Wildclaw stood before him. They looked like they belonged in the Tangled Wood with his Shadow brothers and sisters, with the way they blended into the shade.

"What- who are you? Why are you here..?" The dragon was kind of threatening, and totally not chill. They held a bow, and rested their hand on the string, readying an arrow to shoot.

"Hey, woah, bro," Raver mumbled. He tried to step towards the dragon, leaned backwards, and his foot caught a vine. He promptly fell into a patch of thorns. "AUCH," he yelled, but continued to speak. "Yo.. that's not chill, bro. Heh, hahah. Yo, you wanna be.." Raver hiccuped in the middle of his sentence. "Wanna be friends?" He started chuckling again.

"Eleven, you are a mess.." the dark, raven-like dragon mumbled, causing Raver to laugh harder. As he ceased his laughter, they continued. "Yeah, urm, sure. Follow me," they said, as they offered their hand to Raver. They then took him across the border, into the Scarred Wasteland. Along the way, she introduced herself as Meteor, and got to know a little about Raver. Maybe a little too much. They stopped at a cozy little village near the Blight Sanctum, and life continued from there.