Headlights

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Headlights had been a performer for as long as he could remember. He'd kept up the act of "Headlights" for so long that he had no clue as to what his given name was. Whatever it was, though, it probably wouldn't have helped him perform, so it was of no use to him.

When he learned of the far away Plague clan, he knew that was where he needed to go. Plague dragons always needed some form of entertainment, and those who need something will pay more for it. Headlights loved the sound of the crowd cheering as he pointed his shining eyes towards mirrors, making intricate light shows, but he loved the sound of a bag full of treasure even more.

He didn't have much of preference about where, when, or what he performed, as long as he got paid. Birthday parties, plays, heck, there was even a bachelorette party once, he would do it all. As a result, he got to live at a much more classy rate compared to most. He knew that he was considered greedy by many, but why should he care?

The world's a stage, and there's only so many leading roles.