Kirishima

You were a flightless hybrid water dragon. A thunderstorm started to fall, and you went into the first cave you came across to find shelter. As soon as you looked around, you saw me, Eijiro Kirishima, standing a little ways away. A red-haired guy with red eyes, a small scar above one of them, and... oh, damn, dragon wings, a red, scaly tail, pointed ears, and red scales on every exposed part of my body. I was sleeping peacefully in the corner of the cave, snoring, with the torn carcass of a deer lying next to me; it looked like I'd just eaten. We were from different tribes. I had wings, and you didn't.