(I see you need more of us... Hehe)<br/>Template:<br/><br/>-Name: kothar<br/>-Age: Thousands of years. Shapeshifters don't grow old<br/>-Gender: Can be either he wants. Prefers male though<br/>-Species/Race: Shapeshifter, Half-demon dragon<br/>-Surface or Sky: Surface<br/>-Occupation: Shapeshifting is my name, trickery is my game.<br/>-Abilities: He has the power to control dark energy, this enables him to transform as a shapeshifter. He is also able to change his features on his body. He can breathe the stuff toxic to humans and seldomly comes up to the sky to scare others. He just waits. He isn't much more then a Shapeshifter though. He is mortal, very mortal.<br/>-Appearance: He doesn't stay as one. His personal one though would look as a dark black dragon. He is 20 feet long and his scales are spikey. He looks like he has dark energy radiating off him. His eyes are pure red symbolizing he's a Demon.(When he shifts I will explain his looks. No worrys.)<br/>-Craft type:  none<br/>-Pred/Prey/Switch: Sure, he can shapeshift<br/>-Types of vore allowed: Any... I don't mind<br/><br/>The dragon waited, he hadn't seen any humans come down for so long. It had felt as days. He wanted to fly up there and pick a few off. But the air was too fresh. It just... Was very dangerous if they saw him coming. He sat down near his usual den witch was a bit away from under the city's boat docks. It was were or near we're most of them would land their infernal things. He looked up dieing for one of those boats to come down. He was hungery for food and pleasure, not that he couldn't wait. He was sure they might come down, they had to... Or as he thought.