His blue eyes flittered open bringing him from his deep trance of prayer for those of olden to heal her soon. He stood at his full 6.8ft looking to her injuried wing before replying. His smile disapeared as her tears became noticable and he frowned taking the hankie from the rounded stone at the fur side to dab her eyes gently. "I am Dante Lesta Emori... At the age of two my mother and five bothers died in fire at the house my father spent years to build. Though all my  memories are of  dad and the job of breeding dragons ( dads profession not mine) the thought of my lost loved ones rarel effects me. At the age of fifteen I took over the dragon breeding till I turned 18 when I sold the business and set out on my own adventure to find myself and where I belong. I gained wisdom beyound my years listening to the dragons and tending to them. Helping them and growing up with them. My sences are sharp and I am always alert just as I was taught. The dragons were my family and mentors... they taught me how to fight with honor and pride... how to be just and true to the old ways. I have kept the memories they gave me both mentally..." he tapped his forehead" and physically" he pointed to the scales fangs and claws" as a reminder of who I need to be and who I am expected to be...