Tomer

Tomer Is a flighty, whimsical imperial with a deep baritone laugh and a love of fine cuisine. He was adopted into the clan when the winds on the Zephyr Steppes blew him across the bay to the Starwood Strand, where he wandered happily for a while before stumbling into the clan, munching on some Yellow-tinged featherdusters. He's got a sort of energetic motion to him: everything he does is fluid, and constant, almost like a more elegant, oversized Spiral. He's incredibly generous, and from the moment he entered the clan began offering to cook dishes for the dragons there. He has since become the resident clan cook.

The hatchlings love him; because he's incredibly good at acting out stories, and always makes them laugh. He's unpredictable, and acts on his whims. Just look at his cooking: you never know what sort of dish you're going to get when Tomer is cooking, because he tends to make them up on the spot. They always manage to taste delicious, however.

He's almost larger than life: unpredictable, with a flair for storytelling and food and making others laugh. Some find his grandiosity a pain in the backside, but really he's a sweetheart with a vibrant energy.


((This is not his final bio! Final bio still being written~))

Special thanks to FR user Pokemon for his accent!