Slipstream

He is just a hatchling when he makes an enemy of the Shadowbinder. He knows, even as he pilfers from the Shadow's hoard, that it is a mistake. But the gem glints so invitingly, and he takes it without hesitation.

He doesn't quite make it past the border between lands when the Shadowbinder catches up to him. He waits, quivering in dark underbrush to be found. It seems like hours pass and he never is. He feels incredibly small, and so, so big.

After that first great theft he goes from Clan to Clan, always moving on fairly quickly, he can never seem to help his wandering claws. It's okay, he understands. Still, he is a hatchling and it hurts to be thrown away.

Finally he settles into Breezeholme, he still steals and no one notices. Still he steals, but his own little hoard never seems to grow.

Until finally he realizes that everything he pilfers just ends back in the claws of whatever dragon he took it from. He grins to himself, and feels like he's home.

Slipstream's goal is to be great, the greatest thief of all time, or at least the one with the most shinies. This is less because he wants riches and more because he's drawn to the glimmer of precious stones like moths to a flame. He really can't help himself. He's always had a penchant for snatching.

Jewelry, gems, particularly fine silks, he's snatched it all and not always on purpose. Of course he branches out to other particularly useful things, all so he can get those shinies better.

Slipstream would really like to think he's a smooth operator but more often than not he's getting by on luck. Not that he's a bad thief, he's good, just not as good as he wishes he was.

Otherwise when he's not focusing on his job, hobby, passion, whatever you would call it, Slipstream is a rather cheery dragon. A little sarcastic and a lot enthusiastic, he really likes to meet new dragons who can share their experiences with him.

As of currently he is Mates with Garrett of Clan Hellreek.