Xenon

- Has vampiric tendencies from his father's side
- Strongly belives in fate and destiny
- Can control the water inside plants and turn to smoke
- Can also use ice
- Is a Warrior of the Bloodmoon
- Best friends with Raith altough he really doesn't like imperials
- Snarky ** and really bossy
- Is royalty but hates elitism



It was an odd friendship for sure. Raith was mournful, grim and really the saddest dragon Xenon had ever met. He knew he himself was often too serious and judgemental for people to like him but it was nothing even comparable to the imperial's aura of negativity and dread he spread around him. Xenon could have sworn the temperature of the room always dropped when he stepped in.
And then there was the fact he was an imperial. Xenon didn't like imperials. They were arrogant, proud and selfishly caused destruction around them even after they stopped breathing. They were the enemy. The whole reason he was still here was to fight them. The others knew it too. He could see the suspicion in their eyes when they looked at his friend. He could feel the mistrust they held for him. He knew the reasons. He knew they were right.
And for some reason he couldn't explain it really made him see red.

"Let me guess - a traveling warrior from a mighty clan, too busy looking for adventures and glory to care about the petty things we do here. Like saving lives. Protecting the world. Without a doubt things way below your priorities... my lord."