Damien

Bleeding heart design + that hair over one eye = emo prince, change my mind

Ref: https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/26940929_Uv5cGPkZLO14Jj2.jpg
Name: Malachi
Gender: male
What to keep: hair (I imagine it covers one eye like an emo), feathers can be accessories. If his shirt can have a red stain/red diamons shape in the chest that'd be cool!
Clothing genre: medieval, royal/nobility feel. If you've ever seen those fancy vampire costumes? like that xD
Brief personality: a bit of a snob/arrogant, grew up with wealth and hence has never felt hardship

For something else, idk maybe hes a vampire so dumped the below here

oooooold 2016 writing, enjoy

Tell me the tale of how you captured your dragon!

I  kick back, deciding to take a break. You know what, I should not have   agreed to babysit my friend's dragons. Baby dragons are just about the   cutest thing in the world, but honestly, they are not so cute during   feeding time. I made a note to myself not to ever try holding the food   above them to get them to fly. They'll just climb on you instead, and   those sharp claws...

I shudder just thinking about it. Deciding   to leave past events in the past, I get up to head to bed, since there   was nothing like a good nap to calm your nerves, when my walkie-talkie   starts a stream of static and barely heard words. The only word I   managed to make out was 'large wings', and that gets my attention. Any   dragon with interesting wings gets my attention. I am part of a   dragon-hunting group, where we compete with each other to find just   about the rarest dragon alive. Currently, I'm about 10th. From the   bottom. Part of the last 10 in the rankings. My determination to go up   the rankings always seem to fail me. It's not because I don't catch  good  dragons, it's because everyone seems to be able to catch rare  dragons  every second day, and it's all I can to do keep my current  rank, much  less go higher up the ladder.

I take the  walkie-talkie off the  table, and asks for the man to repeat what he  said, before turning up  the volume. "The dragon's pale, (static) ...got  crazy big wings, really  long fangs, and only has small hind feet. No  front legs at all. Seems  (static) ...vampire, at least, it's pretty  blood thirsty. Fast as  lightning, must be because it's pretty small  sized." The man's report  ends, and I grin, excited. A vampire dragon!  Now that would move me up  the ranking! I call to my dragons, hurriedly  packing my hunting things  and heaps of food. I grab a cage I use to  find prey for my dragons,  thinking a vampire probably liked live  animals, and tie that to the  bottom of my bag. Yelling again, I take my  riding gear, and hustle my  sleepy dragons out of their den, saddling  the strongest and waiting  impatiently for him to actually wake.

Well,  a lesson was learned  today, and that was to find where the dragon  actually lived before  charging off to find it. We spent half the day  trying to find the  vampire dragon's den, and when we found something  similar it turned out  to be a normal wild dragon and we had great fun  getting chased around  for the second half of the day. And at the end of  the day, when we were  heading dejectedly back home for dinner, I  remembered something.  Vampires didn't like the sun, or daylight, did  they? So they come out at  night, don't they? And so my day was wasted,  wasn't it?

I am  pretty prepared to throw a fit, and seriously  considering to do it when a  shadow falls on the ground, passing over me  and my dragons. I look up  in time to see a small dragon with overlarge  wings...and I am sure it  lacked front legs. It is flying at such a  speed, it was already getting  lost in the late night fog. I grin, all  thoughts of the wasted day gone,  and climb on my dragon, ordering for  the group to follow the vampire  dragon, as secretly as possible. If  there was only one thing me and my  dragons are good at, that's sneaking  into where we're not supposed to  be. We follow the dragon to its den,  and I look at all my dragons. We  had developed a great dragon-catching  system, and I plan to make sure  this vampire dragon is caught by me  before anyone else.

We crept  to the entrance, and one of my  dragons fly back, a rabbit in her jaws.  Apologizing to the rabbit, I  poke it in front of the den, hoping it  would draw the dragon out. It  always worked, but I am not sure if it  worked on vampires. A pale snout  pokes out, before it luges and snaps at  the rabbit. I throw the  enchanted rope over its neck, and as the  vampire dragon turns and  hisses at me, my dragons pounce and confine it  in a circle of angry  growls. I rummage around for the confining spell,  before hurriedly  reading it and looking up. A wisp of smoke shows where  the dragon used  to be, and I punch the air, hollering and jumping around  in excitement.  A rare dragon! That's it, I'm totally moving up that  ranking ladder,  and if this dragon turned out to be perhaps an  elder...or, dare I hope  for it, a legendary...Well, let's just say my  name will forever be  carved in history.

That is, if I can  befriend it. My excitement  wears off. Befriending a vampire dragon...now  that is going to take  longer than enchanted rope and magic spells. But  it would be worth it,  right?

stamps but don't tell anyone because its a boring hobby, at least that's what he thinks people will say old but pretty paper! Brown crinkly ones with pressed flowers inlaid or glued to it, paper made from a mismatch of other scraps, paper with supposed curses attached to it. He especially likes envelopes as they're an old form of communicating, especially especially ones with the stamps still attached as you can then tell where that letter came from. At least, that's his excuse