Finally got around to making a reference sheet for my Dutch Angel Dragon, Folly. Next is Kitesh's, we're just working on a design.

Folly’s name refers to the color of his eyes, “Folly Pink,” (even though real folly pink is much darker) and who he believes he is as a dutchie. A folly, a joke. A mistake. His outward friendliness and eagerness to please hide a world of anxiety and self-destructive tendencies and it shows. What was once a dragon of soft pink and delicate horns fell fast into the Abyss when his possessive behavior ultimately cost him his greatest friend- a human girl named Ada. Believing himself to be the victim, Folly grew wild, his horns twisting, color fading and eyes turning lifeless. At first, he hunted anyone he thought to be worthy of pain, haunting their dreams and stalking them in the waking world as a skinny blind horse. One cold day in 1970-something, he was struck by a car while crossing a normally empty back road. Mostly unharmed, but fairly surprised, Folly turned to retaliate against the one leaving the vehicle to see to him. He found an old man with tears in his eyes staring at him with his hands out and froze. “What a sad thing you are,” said the man. “So many horns.” Horns? This man could see him, probably due to the shock of the whole ordeal, and still wanted to help. Whether by curiosity or some darker plan, Folly followed the man home. John Tiller and his wife Beatrice took him in, seemingly having nothing better to do with their time and put him in a pen in the back yard. It was a bumpy road- Folly liked to play terrible tricks on them for their foolishness but they never lashed out at him. It was a confusing time and the couple often doubted their decision. But one afternoon, Folly noticed two figures descending from the sky towards the house. Others like himself who gave him a wary, sad eye but went inside regardless to visit the ones who had saved them also many years ago. He tried to resist the idea that mortal humans would want to dedicate their lives to showing godlike beings any sort of kindness. But they cared for him like a child and despite his best efforts he could not will himself to leave. And with time, Folly felt a spark- not of happiness, but grief. And while he cried, they comforted him. He grew to love the Tillers and began to change form slowly over the next decade. But in the midst of it all, John Tiller died. Beatrice took it as an opportunity to ask Folly to do as they’d done- be kind. Not a month later, she followed her husband and the dragon was left alone again, this time with purpose. Though he may not fully understand it yet, he works daily to be the best he can. But the fear of hurting someone again has crept in, as is shown in his lack of horns and color. The worry may yet consume him, but the spark to pass along smiles and kindness will always be there.

Sorry, it’s pretty bad. I just wanted an excuse to give him alternate forms and explain his appearance.