<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Menga of the Coals</span><br/><br/><strong>Human Name:</strong> Elias Sangster<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Dragon<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 1,723<br/><strong>Sex:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Homosexual<br/></div><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/><br/>Menga is a creature that prides himself on knowing others more intimately than they know themselves.  His physical prowess is as great as one would expect from such an ancient dragon, but his favored battlefield has always been one of the mind.  It is this quality that allows him to stand out amongst the newer generations, with their tendency to be all spark and little substance behind their muscled frames.<br/><br/>His way is one of spite and craftiness.  Menga cares little for any goals outside his own, though he has learned to fake loyalty and enthusiasm to such a degree that he almost believes it himself.  He holds no illusions of grandeur, having long since realized that the title of Wyvern is one that he cares nothing for.  Respect and recognition are the only two things he desires beyond revenge, though he is more than willing to resort to the most despicable and cowardly actions in the interest of self preservation.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/><br/>In the ancient days he was a figure of considerable influence, working his silver tongue and uncanny ability to read others with the intent of resolving disputes between the septs.  The gift of negotiation was rare in days where swords and flames spoke louder than words, and perhaps an ill suited one for that very reason.  A political rival, feeling that he had been wronged in some way or another, made several attempts on his life.  The last of them left him crippled nearly beyond recognition, his four wings cloven from his back and horns chipped away to nothing.  He was left a hollow wreck of a creature.  With no hope of continued survival as a public figure, Menga fled into a self-imposed exile.<br/><br/>It was he that first gathered together the wounded and destitute dragons from the Middle East and bound them together under a single banner.  Their very existence was an anomaly amongst a race that held power in such high regard, yet he would not allow himself to simply wither and die.  He manipulated those battered souls in order to protect his own scaly hide from harm.  In the end they would prove a very brittle shield indeed.<br/><br/>He underestimated the strength of the fabled Healer of the Sands, thinking him to be nothing more than an altruistic young dragon that needed to be taught of the harsh ways of the land.  That he would not only stand against them, but break them down to nothing?  It was inconceivable.  Only that omnipresent need to remain alive allowed him to accept the silver dragon's offer, rather than accept an ignoble death.<br/><br/>Years of being forced to serve under Luxor, the one dragon he could never quite fully understand, left him a bitter and hateful shell.  While his supposed comrades grew to love their master and friend, Menga would not forgive Engels for having seen him at his weakest.  He despised mercy and pity most of all when they were being shown towards himself.  For a time he distracted himself by pointing out Luxor's weak grasp on inter-sept relations, but the fledgling soon outpaced him in the very field that he had spent centuries attempting to master.  It was maddening to admit his own inferiority.  He had come upon a being that defied definition.  A truly Enlightened dragon.<br/><br/>He so suppressed his seething rage towards his master that it became a literal poison in his veins, turning his blood to black sludge and his once brilliant red flames into a caustic torrent of putrefying ichor.  His bones grew crooked and warped from the heat of his thinly concealed raget, erupting from his flesh with a toxic sheen.  Though Arturis and Helena pleaded with Luxor in secret to cast the malignant wretch aside or kill him outright, whatever mysterious code the dragon lived by would not allow him to do so.  A costly mistake.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Spine_Dragon.jpg)</div><br/>The day the forest died marked the beginning of Menga's campaign of vengeance, one that continues in secret to this very day.  He is the only one that knows that truth behind the founder of Engels Corp.  Seeing the sizable wall his target has built about himself, the black dragon has redoubled all his efforts towards his service towards the Black Sept and its King and Queen, if only in the interest of seeing their wrath focused upon Luxor.  Until that day comes, Menga of the Coals will continue to bide his time.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><em>Though I refrained from giving a set list of abilities for Luxor, preferring to keep their full extent as secretive as he is, I see no reason why I should do the same for Menga.  So here they are!</em><br/><br/><strong>Powers and Abilities:</strong><br/><br/>As an ancient black dragon, Menga has quite a considerable amount of strength at his disposal.  Though he lacks the pure muscled bulk of some of his brethren he more than makes up for it with his serpentine frame and lightning fast movements.  His intense negative emotions have had a severely corruptive influence on his body.  His figure seems rather emaciated in dragon form, with bones either clearly visible or actually jutting out from his flesh.  Nearly every bit of him is poisonous to the touch, from the toxins coating his teeth, spines, and scales, to his putrid blood and corrosive breath.  These contagions seem to vary greatly depending on his mood or intent, ranging from powerful sedatives to lethal neurotoxins.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Gentleman_Photo_2.jpg)</div><br/><br/>