cr0ws #253549

A soft-spoken consort with a disarming personality. He rarely raises his voice above a comfortable lazy murmur, the rumble of his voice in his chest almost a magnet to his patrons. A warmth surrounds him, welcoming, inviting, and open to those who spend their time with him.

The scent of vanilla and something vaguely floral always lingers around him, urging those stressed patrons who come to him to let go of their troubles for at least the time they have with him. Unlike some, Tiaka takes genuine joy in bringing comfort to those who seek out his company.

A merc of some sort, this Tundra is undoubtedly dangerous. He seems to take joy in his job, hunting down those he's been hired to find and take down. He has a vast knowledge of weaponry and dangerous magics, also not afraid to use this knowledge as well. He flaunts the mass of mutated eyes on his face, enjoying how the disfigurement makes the other dragons around him uncomfortable. As far as it seems, the deformity doesn't seem to cause him any pain. In fact, it perhaps helps him with his job at times.

The heat and stench of the Wastelands was something not many dragons thought of in a positive light. Hell, even a good chunk of Plaguelings didn't take a liking to the land that birthed them. Drorganek, though, he reveled in the rot and the heat. Mane braided in thick clumps and tucked into the heavy rag wrapped 'round his neck, and all other fur shaved close-cut. Patterns tattooed onto his skin, but covered by the many layers the merc wore.