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Orodhen checking in with alias.
Bear with me, I couldn't stop writing. It might be a bit too far-fetched... I'll tweek it later but this is the gist of it.
His father was not an evil dragon, although many mortals would be hard pressed to believe that. He was responsible for the protection of the wilds in a little known edge of the world. His many children, who all bore striking resemblances to their father, stayed at his temple in order to train and become like him one day, protectors of their unofficial domain.
Garr on the other, took from his mom. He didn't look dragon-esque, he couldn't spew flames from his mouth like a true dragon. He was an utter disappointment. After his mother suddenly left the temple, Garr found himself with a family he could not relate too. After all, his father was too busy being all high and mighty.
Garr plotted his escape, his home had become his prison. He was destined to become another one of his father's "pets", as he liked to refer to his other siblings. Garr would have none of that. He wanted a life of adventure beyond this forest realm. As he slunk away in the dead of night, the rushing sound of wings announced the arrival of the one he dreaded meeting the most at this hour. His father alighted in front, questioning his intentions. After a bout of yelling, Garr produced flames from his hands (his mother's latent Suli blood manifesting in this moment of anger). He would prove to him that he was not his to command. Before things could get out of hand, his father sighed and agreed to let him leave, bewildering Garr. He thought this must be some kind of trap. But he decided to not waste this opportunity, and left with what little belongings he had. As he was about to lose sight if his father's encampment, he looked back and saw his father, a stoic dragon perched atop the rocky crag that overlooked the temple grounds. With one final look, he took off, and that was the last time he would ever see him again. Or so he thought.
Garr roamed the wilds until he happened upon human civilization. So many people, all of which looked like him. This was a life he could get used to, if it wasn't for his lack of patience and his fiery temper. He got into many sticky situations, eventually leading him aboard a vessel in an attempt to throw off some would-be pursuers. Little did he know this boat was headed for the Shackles, where he would learn how to take care of himself in the presence of dangerous foes.
One fateful day, an envoy appeared to him. It bore his father's seal. The news he received was shocking. A terrible accident had occurred. It did not go into much detail, but most of his siblings had perished. He was one of the remaining two offsprings left of his ailing father. He was to return immediately and resume his training to take his father's place. He panicked and boarded the first ship in port, by the name of "Jenivere".
Garr sports brown hair and red eyes, proof of both his Suli and Draconic heritages. He is 6'2" and very well built. He has a soft spot for cute woodland animals. Loses his cool quickly, but tries to protect those he cares for.