Duman

Many years ago, Duman was cast out by his clan. At only a few days old, he was sent out to manage the world on his own. After a few days of roaming, he finally came across two other dragons; one was a Pearlcatcher like himself, the other a Mirror. He came to realize that these dragons were assassins, sent out to remove "troublesome" dragons across the lands. While he wasn't exactly sure what this entailed, he did know that they looked strong and tough, and he wanted nothing more than to be like them. So, after a bit of persuasion and a demonstration of his abilities, they decided to let him join them. They became his family in a way, and learned everything he knew from them. They conditioned him to think that their job was important, and would ensure peace and harmony among the flights. He soon learned their ways, and helped them with their missions. Over time, he earned his fair share of scars and injuries, and he grew out of the playful, kind, and thoughtful phase of hatchlinghood, and became cold and completely insensitive to the thoughts and feelings of others, simply because it made his job easier and much less personal. He and his team had many successful missions, killing countless other dragons, until that one fateful day that changed everything. They had been spotted a couple of times before, that was nothing new, but the older members of his team had grown slower and less cunning in their old age, so they were caught this time. Duman successfully escaped, but when he turned to make sure his companions had also made it out safe, he saw the end of a ruthless battle. His friends were killed in the fight, and the assassination target had been escorted to safety, surrounded by guards and watchmen. Duman knew that he could never go back and face his leader, as he surely would be executed for failing to complete the mission and for abandoning his comrades. So, alone once again, he ran as far away as he could. He spent weeks skirting through territories, looking for a place he could safely catch a meal and have a good rest without being chased out. Finally, not able to go any further, he collapsed in what appeared to be an unclaimed piece of Shadow land. This is when Ender, Timberland, and Mist found him. They were starting up their clan, and were out marking off the territory they wanted to claim when they came across him. They offered him some prey and a warm nest back in the lair, and despite his ego, Duman agreed. They helped him back to the lair, where he spent the next week recovering. After becoming good friends with them, and enjoying seeing their clan slowly build itself up, he was asked if he'd like to stay with them forever. He thought about it for quite a while, unsure if he was really fit for clan life, but finally with some persuasion and encouragement from Mist, he agreed.
Nowadays, he's very quiet, and can be a bit overly protective of the clan. This is the only place he has ever felt so at peace and truly wanted, so he makes sure it stays that way, to the very best of his ability. Despite his scars and rather ragged appearance and usual silence, he is fairly well liked among the clan, and many hatchlings look up to him. However, he steers clear of hatchlings most of the time, because he feels as if he's a bad influence on them, just as his old comrades were on him at that age. He spends most of his time out fishing and collecting plants for the rest of the clan to eat. But for the life of him, he cannot catch bugs or hunt down any prey, as it reminds him too much of the way he thoughtlessly ended the lives of many fellow dragons, and it ends up sending him spiraling down into rage and misery. Ender is the only dragon who knows his history to its fullest extent, so he understands why he cannot do these tasks, and makes an exception. Few others in the clan understand his reasoning, and simply think that he's going easy on him because they're friends.
His closest friend, however, is his Speedy familiar, Snoot. For a reason that no one can quite understand, he has formed an inseparable bond with this familiar, despite it not being the smartest or the most interesting out there. Perhaps this is what he enjoys; the simplicity of the conversation he can have with him. Perhaps teaching this little Speedy about the world around him gives him the satisfaction he would have with doing the same with his own hatchling, but without giving him the sense of regret and anger that would come from interacting with said hatchling. Who knows.