Skorn

Skorn was born into a large family in a nest high up in the mountains. Both her and her siblings had scaly hides that were as dark as the night. With so many looking so similar, it was hard to keep track of who had eaten and who didn't! The parents of the nestlings tried their best to keep everyone happy and healthy, but the little Skorn always seemed to get to the offerings of food first. On the occasions one of her siblings obtained a tasty morsel, Skorn would be quick to attack and maul them until she had stolen the snack for herself.
As the days went on, being the only one to get fed wasn't enough. Skorn wanted more. She wanted the place to herself!
She would tear out her siblings necks or roll them out of the nest to fall to their deaths. Every time her Sire or Mother returned from hunting, there always seemed to be a missing hatchling... And one proud Skorn sitting there waiting for her dinner.

This carried on into her adult life. Skorn cared not for the other dragons. She only cared for herself. As she thundered through the skies with her massive crimson wings, she would always be on the lookout for others of her kind to steal their food, treasure, or hatchlings for herself. She favored thievery over hunting.
"If one can not hold onto their belongings, then they do not deserve to have them!"

This lifestyle meant many battles and conflict. Her entire body became littered in scars. Her left eye had been torn out, no doubt from one of her many needless scraps with another dragon. Her right horn had shattered at the tip, jagged edges where it had one been a fine point. Many a scale was missing from her body, leaving a few leathery patches about. The war wounds did not seem to bother the large beast though. She would continue with her aggressive ways throughout her life and use her strength to rule over a lair of her own, keeping everyone in check with her horrible temper.