Name: Nova
Age: 278
Gender: Male
Class: Kuling
Appearance:
Nova stands at only 18 feet at his shoulder,, and though it gives him a disadvantage, his appearance makes up for it somewhat.
A blinding silver in the sun, Nova has a lithe figure, much of it hidden beneath his wings. His face is small and narrow, scales diamond patterned. There was no roundness or softness to speak of: his face was sharp angles and cutting edges, and the overall shape was like a diamond, wider at his cheeks than his forehead or snout. His eyes are perceived to be narrowed, though that is just how he was hatched. They are a dark ocean blue, as if straight from the depths, though he doesn't know if that's true. His mouth has a constant frown, though again, it's how he was hatched, and its more common to see a smile instead these days.
On his ruff sits a dozen horns: they reach backwards down his spine, protecting the back of his head from attack. He can raise them at will, though they are most often lowered to sit on his neck, and they are a pale sky blue. They are joined by another cluster at the end of his tail, though there are about twice as many. Like his horns, he can extend them, making his tail a weapon if swung. They are an identical color to his horns. His spine is barren of the spikes, though there are smaller ones that extend down from his hindquarters to the larger ones at the tail. He can't move those.
His feet appear disproportionate, rather large, and each toe is tipped with a deadly claw. The talons themselves are a somewhat darker shade of blue than his horns. They arch in a half circle, rising above his feet and then falling to the ground, and are slightly serrated.
His wings, as mentioned before, nearly dwarf him: large, powerful, with another hooked claw on what would be the wrists. Though they weigh what has to be a third of his body weight, he moves them with experience and ease.
They're feathered, which most likely does make them weigh less than they would otherwise. At the base the feathers are the same dark blue as his eyes, gradually lighting, the middle the same blue as his horns, until the tips are gray as ash. They're mobile and strong enough for him to hang by the claws alone, able to scale nearly vertical cliffsides without flight if needed.
While unnoticable unless you get close, he has many small scars covering him, most of them longer than they are wide, though they're all faded. Most of them are on his chest and shoulders, with a few on his back, but none on his head, wings or tail. Many are a shade paler than his normal scales, though there are the odd few that darkened with time instead.
Personality:
Nova is a swirling mass of contradiction, personality mismatched as if sewn together with different pieces.
He's social by nature, gliding through conversation like he's flying, and yet Nova has a general distrust of strangers. He's an expert at reading minor changes in a dragon's expression, knowing what to do and what to say to make others at ease. That was the heart of the matter. He doesn't like not knowing: having to slowly figure out their personality but by bit, what they like and what they don't, their preferred weather, everything from scratch. Nova doesn't like the risk of accidentally making an enemy instead of a friend, is afraid of that probability. When his fear is at it's worst, he can barely get two sentences into a conversation without worrying that the other dragon was already fed up with him, even friends he's known for years.
But make absolutely no mistake: once you have his loyalty, you have his loyalty for life. You place your trust in him and it gets returned tenfold. Nova isn't one to give anything less than 100 percent, and that includes friendships. He lets more of his dry humor show itself, lets his sarcasm rear its head from where he banished it in the face of someone new. It would take something truly horrible for him to cut off a friendship, and even then he isn't one to simply ignore or forget past friends.
The one time he doesn't want to be bothered, by friends or strangers, is flying. Thrill-seeker to the max, his normal flights consist of barrel-rolls, heart-clenching drops that last until the last second, close calls with the sides of mountains and tops of trees. He prefers his flights to be in silence, for the sky was his domain and the wind his throne. There's no time for conversation in the sky: there is only the thrill of danger, the excitement of almost getting knocked into the ground. Some days, it was the only time he felt truly alive.
His ability in flight is matched only by his mind; able to think up five solutions to a problem in the time it takes for another dragon to think about two, it runs far faster than he can talk. Often, on flights, he will push any thoughts away, but it is just as likely he will be swarmed by them, with nothing around to distract him.
Rider:
Open
*Abilities:
This dragon is a descendant of the next generation, more specifically Lyn class, they are not as powerful as their parents, though still hold value. Kuling class finds it easier to breathe at high altitudes and are the best flyers out of the dragons due to greater endurance and speed. Their wings can send gusts powerful enough to break a tree, and instead of blowing fire breath, they release high-speed winds from their mouth.
Affiliations:
TBD, pm if interested
Strengths:
Flight - He is naturally skilled in flight, able to fly at high altitudes for a long time due to his endurance, and considers himself one of the fastest. Due to his additional dangerous flight paths, he's been able to confidently say he's a great flier.
Social - Nova is good at communicating with others, even if he's silently worrying over it. He's able to deescalate fights without physical confrontation, though he may have some sharp words to say.
Climbing - He's found that his mobile wing-claws are good at gripping onto the sides of mountains, cliffs and caves. Along with his other talons, its a breeze as long as the surface isn't completely vertical.
Loyal - Nova is willing to follow his friends to the end of the world, and though he isn't much of a fighter he'll back his friends up if there isn't any other way.
Sharp tongue - He prefers to settle things with a battle of wits, a battle of 'who can insult who the best'. He's gotten pretty good at it, honestly: has found a way to seek out a dragon's insecurities and bring them out into the light.
Weaknesses:
Autophobia - Nova fears, above all, that his friends will leave. That eventually, he will be left, alone, without anyone on his side. That they will think he isn't worth it, that he isn't needed.
Walking - He isn't… The most graceful on the ground. Nova stumbles over nothing most of the time, and his walk looks like he's trying to trip on everything possible. Flying isn't possible all the time, so he tries to make the best of it.
Fighting - Nova generally stays out of physical fights, instead dueling with his words alone. Any strength he does have comes from more common activities, such as well developed muscles in his wings and his tail, and a strong grip.
Thalassophobia - Feathered wings and water don't mix. Nova never learned to swim, either, and stays far away from deep bodies of water. Even getting his wings wet makes him shudder, because with wet feathers he can't fly.
Standards - Nova would go to the ends of the world for his friends; he just doesn't expect the same from them. He holds himself to a higher standard: if he goes beyond and above, then they won't want to get rid of him. They'll know he'd go the extra mile, and they wouldn't leave. He just needs to give one hundred and ten percent, and then he'll prove his worth.
Likes:
Flight - Of course he likes flying. It should be obvious at this point, but just in case: Nova loves the feeling of wind in his feathers and the sky all around him.
Mountains - Something about them was just beautiful to him; the way the sun glittered off them at sunset and sundown, the way they stood tall and imposing against the harsh wind currents.
Clear Skies - The perfect conditions for him to fly in; no wet clouds, no storms. Just open sky.
Bones - It was an odd hobby, but he liked collecting bones. He had a pile in the corner of the cave he'd claimed, from leg bones to a skull(he still wasn't sure what that was from).
Friends - Nova is social, okay? He likes hanging out with friends, checking up on them and catching up.
Dislikes:
Water - He'll tolerate it in small quantities, but he won't go near lakes or anything bigger.
Storms - Also a big no. Again, water. If he's caught out in one, his wings get wet, and then he falls and he'll never get back up.
Fish - Ew, scales. Disgusting, and just, why? They stink if you don't eat them right away.
Dirt in his wings - It itched, and his mind always circled back around to it, constantly distracted. Though he detested it, 'preening' was an accurate term, and it got rid of the dirt.
Walking - Why walk when you can fly? Its so much faster to soar through the skies, and he looks more elegant while doing it.
Backstory:
Nova… doesn't know where he actually came from. In the first flock he can remember, there weren't any females, so he figures they must have found him somewhere. He held an important position in the flock, at first, but circumstances(He thought they were something why did he leave him) forced him to venture out on his own, and it's useless to look back.
Mate/Crush:
Nope :)
Offspring:
Double nope :)
Other:
The reason Nova knows how to climb with his wings is because he got stuck in a cave and was going stir-crazy :)
Summer 
Night Weather: 
Clear Moon: 
