He's my new dragonsona and like a sort of fictional oc/sona character I'm gonna invest in writing stories about. n.n

Name: Jared

Gender: Male

Species: Son of a deceased Dragon Overlord

Height: 6'4

Weight: 430 pounds 'a muscle ( Is actually underweight )

Age: 17 in human years, 4 in dragon years

Description:

Jared is the son of the recently deceased Dragon King of the entire world. He was stolen and placed on a cart by a greedy researcher who wanted to sell him off to make so much money he'd never know what to do with it all. When placed in storage, he happened in hatch; then as some 210 pound hatchling, escaped and ran away into the wilderness.

He actually thinks he's a lizardman, because unfortunately enough from the time he was 7 months old, every bear, tiger, wolf and every skeevin' fiend of the natural world has wanted his bacon; he's had to kill them all. Albeit extremely easily.

He's never found much luck with the foreign lizardmen tribes villages though. They all tried to kill him too, screamin' out some godforsaken name in serpent tongue and throwin' spears at him.

He's had to eat raw flesh, fish and he's pretty used to it, though he has learnt to cook by watching the tribesman do it. He lives in a cave up on a hillside overlooking a forest.

Fortunately for him everything is much weaker than he is and it's very difficult to bite through his thick dragon scales, if it has ever happened. He's been stabbed before and it just bounced right off his scales, although magic seems to hurt pretty bad.

He did pick up some books and attempt to read, but fortunately he's never been taught. He fancies himself a artist and likes to draw what he sees, particularly as cave paintings.

He's gotten mixed up with some extremely bad types before, but when he was betrayed he just lost his head and killed them too. His robes and armor are from those such types. He longs to head into the castle towns and has seen inside but has been often chased by guards who have a vendetta for wandering meandering lizardmen.

Otherwise, life is not simple, but he gets by. He trained himself with a whole bunch of weapons he looted from highwaymen who tried to kill him in the woods. His red robes from a nasty fire mage cult and some leather and steel here and there mish mashed together to form crude armor on his massive muscular body, if he even really needed them.

Little does he know, his journey, his adventure, is really just beginning... when the castle town gets attacked by some crazy dragon cult and burnt to the ground, he goes to investigate~