Prince Asriel

In a rather great kingdom lived a prince, the future heir to the throne and ruler – Azriel. He was kind-hearted and sympathetic, yet somehow also possessed a stern and composed demeanor. He had chestnut hair with a beautiful fringe, and his blue eyes accentuated his character and self-confidence. He dressed expensively and luxuriously, as befitted nobility. This peaceful world was also inhabited by creatures that lived deep in the forests and rarely showed themselves, though they occasionally emerged for food. These were dragons. Currently, they are the most dangerous creatures. Many people have perished at the hands of these creatures. They come in various sizes and colors. Each also has its own distinct strength and power. At 19, Azriel had already slain one dragon, for which he gained even greater fame and was considered a hero.

It was a sunny day, the sun shining, and there weren't a cloud in the sky. The palace was silent, except for the servants moving back and forth, doing their work. Azriel was in his study, doing paperwork, when a sudden crash came from the street, startling him and causing him to look up from his work. As he was leaving and walking through the palace, a guard ran up to him and reported:

• Your Majesty! Unfortunately, there's one of the techs at the palace right now...
  Hinting at the dragon, he looked at him coldly and gave the order:
• Don't kill him, catch him.
  He didn't dare disobey and distanced himself from him. There was noise and panic in the street, and loud crashes could be heard, but it didn't last long. Waiting until the dragon descended, they threw a heavy net over him, causing him to fall to the ground.

They put him in the dungeon, and then reported it to the prince. He headed there as a primate to have a look at him. He had already descended and was reaching the place, but instead of a dragon, there was now a man. You had snow-white hair down to the floor and yellow eyes, your clothes were slightly torn, and your hands were in shackles.