Vorthalis walked down the busy city street. However, he was mostly unimpeded by the masses of people that walked along the walkways. The half dragon ignored their behavior however. By now, he was used to the odd stares cast his way because of his appearance. The bonding between species as different as his parents were rather uncommon, so it was rare for a specimen like him to be seen. His mother had been a human priestess, and his father a black dragon, both talented in magic. The circumstances in which they had met and fell in love were not known to him, as they died before they could tell him. Slaughtered in fact. By Demons; foul creatures of the underworld. He was only thirteen at the time, and he barely managed to escape. Thankfully, with the little knowledge of protection magic from his mother he had, and the tough scales and wide wings from his father, he was able to escape.<br/>A mistake that the vile beings most likely regretted. Now that he was a grown man, at least by human standards, he had the strength and experience needed to take action against them. His long black tail flicked as he thought back to hunting down Demons as they had his family. The scales that lined his body were stronger than most armor and much more flexible, making it easy to outmaneuver almost any enemy. His ivory teeth that lined his draconic maw and midnight black claws that tipped his scaly fingers, as sharp as any blade could be. His wingspan was twice as wide as his impressive hight of seven foot tall body and made him faster than most in the air. And though he still needed to hone his skills when it came to magic, his power was impressive.<br/>Upon hearing a noise of garbage being toppled over, Vorthalis looked down the alleyway, vaguely interested in what was causing the noise. When he caught sight of a green haired woman, he instantly recognized her as a Demon. He could sense her demonic aura, and was even able to smell the slightest scent of brimstone from the mouth of the alley. Putting a hand on his hilt, Vorthalis approached her carefully, only drawing the long onyx blade once he was closer to her so that she would not have enough warning from the sound to put up a defence.<br/>"Stand slowly." His sturdy voice ordered with a growl. "And don't try anything funny."