Human form - Appears to be in mid to late teens, 15-17
Actual age - Figured to be somewhere in his 380,000's

Male

Holy Dragon

Holy Dragon

Human Form - Platinum blonde, to where it's nearly white

Change from red to blue

Human form, keeps his horns, which are golden in appearance
Also keeps his forked tongue and fangs

Can willingly make his wings and tail appear

As much as he tries to keep his memories buried, certain things will trigger them, which in turn will leave Lucernas in a grief-stricken state. When he's in this state, he will seemingly revert back to a young dragon chick. Completely terrified and only wanting the comfort of a parent that is no longer there...

Seems to have pushed aside all his emotions, becoming monotone

Due to his past, he has buried his emotions deep, to where he seems to be a cold-hearted individual
His bluntness has not helped with situations

Human form, prefers using a glaive

True/Dragon form all natural; claws, fangs, horns, etc.

Lucernas was only a chick when his parents were brutally murdered
Soon after, he too was killed

His soul was found by Quietus. Not wanting to have the little one have a wasted life, the servant to the god of death took the dragon chick's soul, carrying into before the gods and goddesses. Lucernas was blessed with becoming one of the Holy Dragons, loyal servants to the Gods and Goddesses.

Since his transformation, Lucernas buried his past memories deep, wanting to forget what happened. Seeking help, it was Vokun, a Reaper Dragon, who advised that Lucernas forget how to feel emotions. He was told they were a burden, hindering his life as a servant to the Supreme God.

Name: Lucernas

Age:
Human Form - Appears to be in mid to late teens, 15-17
Actual Age - Figured to be somewhere in his 380,000's

Gender: Male

Species: Holy Dragon

Bio/History:

Other Info:

Holy Beam - Releases a beam of the holiest of light from his jaws
Healing Aura - Lucernas can release a white pulse from his body. Allies in his aura have their wounds healed, including the mending of broken bones, closing cuts, etc.

Lucernas stood in place, his eyes now a bright red. He raised his weapon above his head, the edge of the glaive glimmering as a bright light shown down from above.

"Your Power is forfeit, you dared to defy the Goddess of War, and for this crime, your punishment is to fall from grace."

Yes, though this other was a fellow Holy Dragon like him, he had been given his orders. With a strike downwards, the male before him released a cry, the clouds growing dark.
Lucernas felt nothing as he watched the once bright, white wings of his fellow Holy Dragon start to shed, being replaced by tattered, black feathers. The other continued to cry in pain, the clouds parting beneath him.

The young male watched as the other plummeted downwards from the heavens. He watched as the dragon fell, stretching their claws upwards in a vain attempt to be accepted back into the heavenly realm...but nothing caught them. They continued to fall through darkened clouds, down and down towards the world below.

Lucernas turned his back, returning to his post. His duty had been fulfilled, now to await for his next order.

The dragon curled his lips back, showing his fangs towards the other. Oh how he despised Luxsancto, that bastard thought he was above everyone else, just because of his parents. That status being the only thing between Lucernas and giving the other a good thrashing.

He remained sitting on his haunches, body straight as he had been taught. Lucernas' once blue eyes were glowing red, showing his annoyance as the other sauntered past, following the grand commander of the Holy Dragons; Veturius, Luxsancto's father, and the one Lucernas answered to other than the Goddess of War.

He was by far younger than the others, probably one of the youngest of the holy dragon legions, but Lucernas had proven to learn quick, swiftly moving up the ranks of his fellows, earning high standards. His emotionless demeanor making him a valuable asset. Lucernas able to carry out orders that would make others question whether what they were doing was for the best. Not once did he ever have second thoughts whenever given an order.

An agitated huff escaped past his muzzle, glad that Luxsancto disappeared with the commander. He wasn't sure how much longer he would've been able to keep his temper...

"Shut up," his voice was a choked snarl.

He felt his hands tremble as he tried to keep hold of the handle of his glaive. Once bright red eyes were swirling to a stormy blue. Flashes of past memories, the few he had, when just a chick.

Why, why now was this happening?

A flash past his eyes...he was in the nest again, hearing screams and roars echoing all around the cave. Lucernas lifted his small head, watching in horror as the blazing form of his father ran forward, taking the death-blow that had been meant for his mother.

Another roar, one of pain and grief. His mother stood close to the nest, lashing out with her claws as the humans continued their advance.
Lucernas felt his mouth open, wanting to cry out, to warn his mother of the threat he knew was coming. The male watched, eyes wide as a barrage of spectral spears pierced through his mother's purple scales with ease.

He felt his legs buckle underneath him, a clang as he dropped his weapon to the ground. Lucernas gripped his head, his eyes a swirling blue, shining as he felt a burning sensation grow behind his eyelids. More and more he seemed to revert back, reliving the past, the final moments...

His legs were so small then, struggling to run away. Running, so desperately trying to escape. Lucernas found himself in a corner, turning around to face the growing mass of shadows. Faces of anger, loathing, eyes burning with hatred glaring down at him.
What had he done? He couldn't do anything...
The dragon chick watched, a shimmer of a blade raising high above his head. His mouth opened...then silence...

"M-m-mama...mama help..."

Lucernas had curled up into a fetal position, body trembling uncontrollably. He seemed so much smaller suddenly, a pair of wings folding around his body, tail curled tightly between his legs. His hands clutched around his horns as he started to whimper, tears rolling down his face.