Just another berk.



For those not satisfied with those words, a more deep ended examination reveals…

You gaze upon:

Height: Tall, Half-Dragon Tall.
Note worthy features:  A pair of blue draconic wings, two large horns, and a tail.
Possible Race: Hybrid Blue Dragon.
Interesting features: A lack of shirt, and shackles along his wrists and legs.

The dragon man that stands before you is tall built, rough edged, and generally looming.
Not the most distinctive of features, but definitely one of the frightening ones are his void-colored eyes, purely black. This blue dragon-kin carries the scent of the storm about him.
Each breath he takes, lightning comes into life, crackling thunder echoes. More so when he grunts, snorts, sneers, snarls, shouts, talks and generally is there.
His body seems to have been sculpted thus- scaly and muscular chest bare for all, general dents and rough scratches are seen along his scales.

Athletic body, along with the set of heavy muscles, obviously the pair of massive blue wings that sprout from his back are to note. Along with spike-like fangs that burst out of his mouth whenever he grins or smiles.

Large, intimidating pair of claws hangs from his side, mostly their edges dull, unless unsheathed- and the complete opposite is apparent- a small touch and you'll bleed. Large smooth horns hang from the long head, proudly poking upward by the end of them.
With each move he makes, the ground shakes and tremble as if thunder stroke.

Excepted, or not so much- there's a pair of shackles on his wrist, and along both his legs. Clanging with every move he makes, a keen to background music as he walks.

The smell of ozone, deep earth, scavenged minerals, and most of all- desert. Most of all, just that nagging feeling that: "If you stand next to him, you might just get hit by lightning".
Probably not from above.