dragon..................................

ancient/m/6'0

In the days of old, Smoke 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. His hair is long and silvery, 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. In his eyes there used to burn a fire that would strike fear into the hearts of anyone who dared meet his gaze, but that fire has dimmed and behind the dark eyes there is now only smoke, spiraling, everchanging smoke.
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, Smoke is a pureblood dragon.