(Oh! Oh, I'm really sorry! Damn, I really gotta remember these things...)<br/><br/>Name: Archer<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Dragon/survivor/other: Survivor<br/>Pred/prey: Both, depending on what form he's using<br/>Race: Shapeshifter (primarily human)<br/>Digestion/not: Sure<br/>Can reform self/can't reform self but wants to/can't reform self and doesn't want to: Can't reform self but wants to<br/>Height: Varies, but usually 5' 07"<br/>Description: A teenage boy with black hair and yellow eyes, granted the power to shapeshift by some mysterious force or blood trait. Barely knew his parents. Fears death more than anything else in the world.<br/><br/>The next wave to come crashing down on the beach brings with it an unconscious boy, tossing him up the beach to lay there in the sand. His hair is black and messy, and his clothes are soaked and somewhat torn.<br/><br/>Artair gently rubs at the breast upon which he sits, nuzzling up against it as he murrs in satisfaction.