<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Kenneth Finnegen</span></span><br/><br/>(http://iconvsicon.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/normanreedus-1.jpg)<br/><br/>User Name: Kathadon<br/><br/>Race: Dragon<br/><br/>Age: 58 but looks about 24<br/><br/>Sex: Male<br/><br/>Orientation: Heterosexual<br/><br/>Preference: Dominant<br/><br/>Title: None yet<br/>Mate: None yet<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Personality: Kenneth comes off as an almost stereotypical Irish rouge, which, in many ways he is. However he is far more complex than that. He can be whimsical, overconfident, and care free, but deep down he is rather bitter. Rejected by society for being a mixed up teenager and again by humans for being a dragon. Dragon society, and all the people who represent its authority, can shove it as far as he is concerned. He is superstitious and looks for omens in everything.<br/><br/>Since coming England he has adopted the philosophy of the road. It is life and most rules just get in the way. Although he is not interested in causing trouble, he is not above a little larceny to get what he needs, especially from officious snobs who have too much already. Mostly though he just wants to ride from place to place, do a little honest work, and get a few good meals and a nice bed before he moves on looking for his "Destiny." Whatever that is.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs42/300W/i/2009/074/e/e/Green_Dragon___Magic_Fire_by_crow559.jpg)<br/><br/>Eye Color: Green<br/><br/>Hair Color: Dark Brown bordering on Black<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong> An only child of a single mother, he was a rough young man, what in modern times would be called a juvenile delinquent. His mother tried her best and often cried herself to sleep at night. His home life came to a rude end, however, when his mother became the victim of an IRA car bombing on his 13th birthday.<br/><br/>Having no relatives to turn to, Kenneth feared being put into the Dublin social services. He ran, wandering the country, occasionally stealing to survive. Eventually he joined a circus as a roustabout and toured Europe for several years. He learned the trapeze, juggling, and some helpful training in basic electronics from his adopted family, and became close friends with an old gypsy fortune teller, Madam Sozaina. The elderly woman seemed to sense something in the teen and often spoke of responsibilities and destiny. He found a decrepit looking old bike in the back of one of the trucks and started tinkering with it in his spare time.<br/><br/>One day, while setting up for a show, a fellow roustabout was careless. A crossed wire causing a major circuit board to explode, sending sparks arching across the tent. Kenneth was hit full in the chest. Instead of being fried, however, the pain triggered his first change. All he remembers is blood and pain after this. Overcome with fear, grief, and anger, he hopped on his beat up motorcycle and rode away.<br/><br/>Deep in the country side, while resting against a tree for the night, Madam Sozaina appeared from behind a small boulder. The old woman walked calmly over and sat beside Kenneth, "You are special, Kenny, but not unique. I will show you your destiny, if you want to learn. But it is chilly here in the woods without a fire. My old bones already start to ache. Be a good boy and gather some wood for me will you?" With that Madam Sozaina waved him off to the woods to gather fire wood. Within the under growth he came face to muzzle with the large blue dragon. It walked beside him for awhile before flying off with a ear splitting roar. It had Madam Sozaina's eyes. He returned with an arm load of dry tinder and set about making a fire. As the first flames rose to the night sky the old woman just sat there, chanting and waving her arms around. A little smile creeping across her lips as she spoke.<br/><br/>Kenneth learned of his heritage that night, of what being a dragon meant. They spoke until finally Kenneth fell asleep. As the first rays of the morning sun cleared the trees Madam Sozaina was gone, he never saw the old gypsy again. By noon he was riding into Limerick where he booked passage on a fishing boat to Cornwall. Once on the shores of Britain, he got on his bike again, and has been riding ever since. Searching for the Destiny that the old gypsy spoke of and others of his kind.<br/><br/><strong>Powers &amp; Abilities:</strong> Kenneth spent the first 17 years of his life locked in his human form. Since his awakening he has developed his natural shape shifting powers to include mimic others forms. He enjoys appearing as famous celebrities and causing mischief on occasion. This skill has also helped him avoid attempts by the human authorities to talk to him about certain improbable thefts he has been linked to.<br/><br/>He has also developed the power to project his flame in human form from his hands. A useful trick that has surprised more than a few opponents that assumed the young dragon/man is an easy mark. <br/><br/>Years living in the rougher parts of Europe, Ireland, and Britain has forged Kenneth's fighting style. He is a bar room brawler beyond compare with his dragon strength. His time with the circus taught him basic acrobatics and he his a nimble tumbler.<br/></div><br/>Kenneth's Motorcycle<br/>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/2759026336_67893e5f26.jpg)<br/><br/>