dragon....

ancient/m/6'0

In the days of old, Saffron was grand. His scales glistened with the blood of his fallen enemies and in his eyes an unmentionable power gleamed. Amongst the dragons he was both feared and revered, a warlord who was perhaps the one responsible for how the dragons nearly died out entirely.
But those were the days of old.
Nowadays he is forced to assume the shape of something humanlike, however his scleras are darker than the sky at night and his irises cover a fire interrupted only by the narrow iris in the middle. His hair is long and black, falling over his shoulders with a soft glow to it, however it is the two, somewhat wavy horns, that emerge from his temples and curl backwards that really reveal his inhumanness.
And there is the issue with clothes, as he insists on wearing a very old fashioned looking robe, billowing behind him from where it's been cinched at the waist with a scaly, jeweled belt.

However, despite his human-ish look, Saffron is a pureblood dragon, unlike his half brother. Said brother is, in the eyes of Saffron, a disgrace to their kind. He does not like him, but he likes it even less when others don't like him. Since it is Saffron's brother only Saffron should be allowed to be mean to him, which is why he makes a point of destroying everyone who even tries anything.