Neress

Name: Neress
Age: 32 (by dragon standards - young, almost a teenager)

Appearance: long black hair, tanned skin, brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, tall, muscular build.

Race: Dragonoid (purebred, able to transform into a human)

Character: thoughtful, compassionate, curious, reserved, stubborn, observant, true to his principles, sarcastic, skeptical, prone to reflection, patient, hates injustice, not vengeful.

About me: I am 32 years old, barely out of childhood by my people's standards, but in the eyes of humans I look like a man in his prime. My life began in the icy caves of the north, where my people took refuge after the Great War. I know of it only from the stories of the elders - they spoke of how humans and dragonoids fought for land and power, how our power, the ability to turn into dragons, made us a threat in their eyes. They called us monsters, but it was humans who burned our nests, hunted us like animals, and forced us to flee. They oppressed us until we became hermits, locked in the mountains.

I was born among the ice like other children of my tribe, I saw nothing but endless white wastelands until I learned to take on the dragon form. The first flight is the only thing I can call freedom: the flapping of wings, the wind and the world that seems endless.

My people teach that humans are the enemy, that their blood is poisoned by betrayal, that they are guilty of our exile. But I look at the stars and think: those who enslaved us died long ago, and their descendants do not even know the original history, they did not hold a sword, did not burn our homes. What is the point of hating those who are not guilty? I decided to be smarter, because I do not want to be blind like my kinsmen, whose rage closes their eyes.

“She is strange: she ran from people, but not from me, even though I am a monster in her fairy tales.”