Sinclair

I was going to pick him anyways, and then I read his lore and... well. What a guy.

I am excited to see that at least one of your dragons has lore, and I am looking forward to learning about this dragon. Ah. Upon reading his bio, I can see why you wanted to review him. I can say that this dragon has successfully sent chills up my spine. He sounds terrifying. I'm really glad you pointed him towards me, I would hate to miss this. One thing I think in particular is quite clever is the fact you used his offspring as experiments, and used their actual status in the research notes. It definitely made the whole thing seem more real. Wow. I would not want to get on this dragon's bad side, or be anywhere near him for the matter. That being said, he is a gorgeous dragon, and I think he looks amazing. You've obviously put a lot of time into this dragon, and it shows. I just took a peak at Sinclair, I'm not going to review him, but he looks amazing, and his lore seems just as horrifyingly awesome as his father's.

That color combination is stunning. Plus the candles and the winter wind are the cherry on the already-beautiful cake.

Isn't Ferdinand melting under all that apparel? But in all seriousness, I really love how you have layered all that apparel without making him look busy, and I quite like the eye + flourish piece combination. Navy Facet is also one of the most gorgeous things ever and he has a lot of beautiful art.

I initially clicked on Ferdinand to see if their was some lore between him and Sinclair, but WOW THAT LORE. Like, I'll fawn over any dragon in a contrast aviator jacket, and the webbing and candles are sufficiently spooky, but the I scrolled down and WOW. I'm a little scared to go back and look at the lore for my first few picks... Lets just say that this boy is amazing and I'm just gonna leave before I meet an untimely end in your lair...

The day had already proceeded well into the afternoon, but Sinclair remained unaware underneath the cold light of the neon lamps. There were no windows, and had there been any, Sinclair would have barely paid the outside world any attention. When he was working, his attention remained with the task he was occupied with. Only few things could ever hope to break his intense focus. One, of course, was Renata.

The knock on the door was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Sinclair allowed a small smile to tug on his lips as Renata announced her presence and stepped inside. As lovely as always, her being here alone seemed to chase away the tiredness from his limbs.

"You're still working?" Renata asked after her greeting, brows just slightly raised and lips forming a disbelieving smile. Sinclair chuckled.

"You know that there's always a lot to do for me." Indeed, it seemed as if the work never stopped. He would have loved to spend more of his time with Renata, but what could be done about it? After all, what he did were absolutely vital tasks.

Renata laughed, a sound that Sinclair greatly enjoyed. "I know, I know. I only hope that you can afford to take some time off tomorrow. It doesn't seem fair to me that you should be working when everyone else isn't." She winked at him, seeming to expect a retort, but Sinclair only stared at her for a moment, trying to work out what she meant. Tomorrow? Why was nobody working tomorrow? What was special about tomorrow?

His eyes widened as it came to him. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. People were not working because they planned to spend time with their loved ones.
Christmas Eve! And Sinclair had wanted so badly to surprise Renata with something special they could do together, not a grandiose gesture maybe, but something unique… And now it was Renata who was surprising him in a completely unplanned way.

She naturally noticed his sudden panic, and the amused expression on her face turned into a soft smile. "Did you forget that it's Christmas tomorrow?"

He sighed, lowering his head so he did not need to look her in the eyes. "Yes," he admitted defeatedly.

Renata walked over to him and tilted his chin up with her fingers so that he was looking at her again. "It's okay; it doesn't matter," she said gently and smiled at him. "I don't need any events or gifts or whatever you might be thinking about right now. The only thing I want is to spend time with you. Everything else doesn't matter to me."


On a table next to them, under a lamp simulating sunlight, stood something that seemed out of place in the laboratory: the flowerpot housing the bright yellow tulips that had been a gift from Renata and that Sinclair cared for diligently lest they withered away. The flowers were a speck of colour in his otherwise monochrome working space, and in Sinclair's opinion they beautifully represented Renata's role in his life.

The panic and regret he had felt slowly bled from his system, and he returned Renata's smile. "If that's what you want, you shall have me all to yourself." And now that he thought of it, the most pleasant way of spending his Christmas Eve with Renata might just be a nice picnic in the greenhouse, underneath the holly tree, maybe…

For something he had forgotten about until minutes ago, he was now looking forward to it immensely.

@johan your dragons are absolutely vibing and i love them all so much, but i think it's gotta be sinclair here
i love the combo of harsh greyscale with soft blues! the accent gives his neck a super cool pattern, and i love the contrast of the gentle dove against his sterile scientist getup :>