THE SPAWNING: Elliot's life began as a grunted dragon language word, a series of growls, tongue and teeth clicks that embodied only what their kind could understand. the golden molt dragons of the mountain are a rare species. the guardians of a retired volcano and the gem held inside. a gem that fuels the earth around them and can boost a skilled magic wielders power. but it must always be kept out of reach of those with intentions unkind. there is no sense of hierarchy in this colony. and every year, the females spawn a brood of eggs that all incubate in the heat of the hot stones. it was here, that a group of evil witches sprung upon the encampment. backed up with tricks up their sleeves, and powerful armies behind them, a part of that season's clutch was stolen. a devastating blow for dragons that only recreate once every century. and so off elliot was taken. into the hands of strangers. 

 

THE BEGINNING:  As the new ward of these witches, much of the clutch didn't survive. All but two eggs remained, until they hatched as long last, to the eager faces of the coven that had raised them to this point. the golden lizards were just that for years. both separated from each other into a life of loneliness where they could understand them, but not the other way around. elliot's earliest memories of this point are burns into his hind quarters as he was forced to master his magic before he could master his dragon form. after nearly fourteen years of being raised into the large, oversized dragon he was, the witches needed more. and so the two final dragons were dragged to the center of their enchantment, bound in magical chains, and used in a ritual made to bind the power of the witches to the dragon's, in hopes to increase it. to boost it into a deadly weapon they could challenge their enemies with. The results were not quite as expected... The ritual backfired. All the witches and anyone in a two mile radius succumbed. Elliot's only kin perished. And he stood alone, confused, flickering in and out of a human form he'd never been exposed to. Magical burns ate at his skin as he marched for days on end until one day, a weak, crispy fourteen year old landed at the gates to the school. he passed out soon later... and was found by the grace of meirris. and together with her mom, and the head mistress, he was nursed back to life. until finally, he woke up again. 

 

THE NEW BEGINNING: After being found by his new care givers, the dragon-boy came to be who he is now: Elliot Morro. Elliot, chosen by Meirris, and Morro as an abbreviation of what she used to tell him every day: it'll be better tomorrow... It took a few years of physical and mental rehabilitation, and even then, no healer has managed to rid his skin of the heinous burns that crawl up his body and face. And despite multiple attempts, there is no recalling any of the events that happened to him before his collapse at the school. Amnesia, they call it. He considers it a blank slate. Without an idea to who he used to be, all he can do is continue to build who he is now. 

Present day Elliot is as loud and boisterous as can be. It'd be hard to recognize him for the lost, scared and injured boy that he was found to be. Anyone who doesn't know him more than they care to would think he's just another loud-mouthed child of privilege with the way he acts. the false confidence, the incessant flirting - it's all really a show to trick others into ignoring his insecurity.  

 

It's hard for him to let anyone know what really happened to him. Because who wants to be the nameless nobody whose name doesn't even really mean anything? The only one who he's nearly come close to telling is Geneva, and that's only because he's got a major puppy-dog crush on her. The end goal? To just be noticed by her, because the gods know he will never be getting her any time soon. 

- suffers from really bad heartburn when in his human form because of his fire-breathing ability. Despite multiple attempts with anti-acids and magical solutions, nothing seems to help. 

- will often times burp out flames or smoke on accident

- does not have a mastery of his powers and so can often times unleash random attacks. while the intent is never to injure, there are some people who have been lightly maimed in the process. 

- cannot tell if a food or item is hot unless it's dragon-burning hot. no matter how hot or spicy he can take it. 

- cold foods give him stomach aches and worse indigestion, though he's known to willingly suffer for ice cream 

- because of his memory loss, he'll often deflect personal questions with jokes 

- loves a good dad-joke or pick up line

- will try and catch every school band performance if he likes them

- during power flares, he's often housed in the "barn" where other magical creatures are stored and sometimes used as a class model due to the rareness of his species 

spicy food, sunny days, beaches, flying, bonfires, lighters

headaches, homework, rain, midnight, winter, cold, open water

wrestling, any sport, trouble making  

for all intents and purposes, presents as a normal human, except for golden, slitted-pupil eyes and pointed canines. has the ability to fully transform into a dragon which stands at about fifteen feet tall, golden scaled, and very lizard like with leathery wings, though this transformation times is often random. his skin is covered in trellises of magical burn scars that go up most his body and even onto parts of his face/neck/hands where it's harder to hide. 

no blood-related family to speak of, but considers Meirris and her mother to be his family

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