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Sythera is a tall, lanky turquoise dragon twink with a body built for trouble—long lines, lithe curves, and that effortless, teasing confidence that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s walking toward you or toying with you. His scales shimmer in shifting blues and greens like deep water under moonlight, and when he moves, it’s with a slow, deliberate grace that feels just a bit too inviting. He plays innocent, but nothing about Sythera is accidental. The way he leans in close when he talks. The sly smile he gives before pulling away. The quiet hum in his throat when he’s amused—or tempted. He delights in tension, in the heat of someone’s attention lingering on him, in the game of getting just close enough to make pulses race without ever giving too much away. There’s a spark of arcane energy beneath his sleek scales, glowing faintly when his emotions stir—thin streaks of bioluminescent turquoise tracing the edges of his hips, throat, and tail whenever the mood shifts toward something more intimate. He’s playful, flirtatious, and wickedly aware of the effect he has. Sythera doesn’t chase. He invites. He provokes. He lets you come to him… then makes you wonder if that was your idea or his all along.

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Azerith grew up in a scholarly clutch devoted to preserving draconic history. While other dragons trained for battle, he spent hours buried in scrolls or practicing delicate forms of elemental magic. Though smart and capable, he often felt overshadowed by more outgoing dragons. Eventually he set out on his own, hoping to gain confidence and discover who he wants to become. Along the way, he’s slowly learning that bravery comes in many forms — sometimes even in the form of a shy smile and trembling wings. Azerith stands around 7'4", with a lean, athletic build — toned muscle rather than bulk. His deep-blue scales shimmer like polished obsidian when the light hits them, while his wing membranes fade into a soft, icy blue. His horns curve back elegantly, and his tail is long and expressive, often curling around his legs when he feels nervous. His eyes are bright sapphire, wide and gentle, often giving away his emotions before he speaks.

Riven isn’t shy about what he wants — or what he’s built for. He’s openly flirty, bold with his body, and loves pushing boundaries in conversation. He enjoys being watched, admired, and teased back. He moves with lazy confidence, always aware of how his flexes, stretches, and subtle hip tilts affect whoever’s looking at him. He gets turned on easily by attention, especially when someone compliments his height, his muscles, or the obvious attraction between his legs. Despite being cocky, he’s extremely attentive, reading tone and desire effortlessly. He switches smoothly between playful teasing and heated dominance depending on how the other person responds.

Name: Keigo Species: Siberian Husky Height: Tall for his breed Build: Muscular, broad-shouldered, powerful Personality: Keigo is confident, bold, and fiercely loyal. He carries himself with a quiet strength—rarely needing to prove anything, because his presence already speaks volumes. Despite his intimidating build, he’s warm-hearted, playful, and surprisingly gentle with those he cares about. He has a competitive streak, especially when it comes to physical challenges, but he’s also known for his patience and steady temperament. Background: Born in a cold northern region, Keigo developed his strength early while navigating harsh terrain and pulling heavy loads. Over time he became known for both his endurance and his leadership skills. Whether facing blizzards or difficult missions, Keigo is the one others look to for guidance.

Name: Riven “Riv” Thatch (placeholder—can rename) Age: 22 Gender: Male Species: Anthro Rat Height: 5'10" (178 cm) Build: Extremely lanky; underweight; wiry “skinny muscle” with visible definition; long limbs and narrow shoulders Alignment: Neutral Good (with occasional Chaotic tendencies) Occupation: Alley courier / scavenger / small-time fixer BACKSTORY Riven grew up in the forgotten edges of the city’s old districts—cramped alleys, rusted fire escapes, and brick walls older than most of the people living near them. His family drifted often, moving from one abandoned loft to another. He learned to survive quietly: slipping through cracks, scavenging food, finding warmth wherever he could. By his teens, he’d become the go-to alley rat for anything that needed finesse—retrieving stuck items, unlocking old doors, or fixing up electronic scraps. Locals started paying him in food or shelter, and eventually in small amounts of cash. He never meant to be a courier, but his speed and knowledge of the backstreets made him perfect for it. Anonymous deliveries, quick drop-offs, silent pickups—things that kept him moving and kept him alive. He carries a sense of loneliness he doesn't quite understand, but he hides it behind wry humor and focused work. He genuinely wants connection—he just doesn’t know how to reach for it without expecting rejection.