(Well, looks like I'm joining in, too! Now, this is going to be an alternate Nova from the normal one, since this Nova is a feral dragon.  Because of that, his personality is going to be a bit..."different."  Here's his bio:<br/><br/>Name: Nova<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Dragon/Survivor/Other: Dragon<br/>Digestion/not: 50-50 chance on whether or not he'll do digestion, though he slightly leans towards non-digestion; not as much screaming or "mess" to deal with later.<br/>Height: Around 100 ft tall in feral form, and around 25 ft in anthro form.<br/><br/>Description: A western-style feral dragon with pure-black scales covering most of his body except for his neck and belly, which is covered in a streak of blood-red scales. His eyes are a fearsome gold/red blend with slit pupils that make his gaze all the more terrifying. His insides are completely black except for four dimly-glowing lights that line his stomach with two on the left and two on the right. Somewhat of a loner, he doesn't communicate with other dragons very much, though he does communicate when he feels like it. His isolation has made him a bit of a hard-ass/asshole, often acting mildly hostile to any non-dragons who come into his territory. Being an omnivore, he can eat either plants or animals, but he prefers to eat animals due to them putting up more of a fight and giving him that predatory pleasure of chasing down and taking down one's prey. He has limited form-changing abilities, as he can change himself into an anthro or feral at will, although it takes a day or two to get enough energy to change form again.<br/><br/>I hope it's not too long or too detailed!)<br/><br/>Nova sighed in agitation and boredom as his gaze swept across the island from his perch atop the mountain and surrounding land that made up his territory. Skulls and bones from past meals, of which he had digested and coughed up the remains, littered the floor of his lair/cave. He had had nothing to do after all of the survivors from the last plane crash had either been claimed or eaten, and his patience was starting to wear thin from both mild hunger and from a lack of excitement. He had heard the commotion from the plane crash that had happened a few minutes ago, but he had chosen not to look for new meals out of initial laziness. Now that a few minutes had passed, he knew it was the perfect time to get a meal. With a mighty flap of his wings, he flew off towards where the plane had crashed, eager for his newest meal.