Don’t call him Manganese, call him Magnus if you want your head.
Appearance
Magnus is a dark blue, almost black, Tempestwing. His eyes are a vibrant yellow and, due to his helmet shadow, constantly has a slight glow to them. Oddly, he has black schlera, making it look like he has solid yellow eyes without pupils. He has the traditional armor of a Strike Force soldier, minus the wing and chestplates. His horns are a light grey, but his spinal ridge are ivory white. Some scales, especially around his feet, are a light purple, sharply contrasting against his navy scales. Around his left thigh is a scabbard that holds a spiked gold shortsword,. When on the ground, he typically has his wings draped over him in a cape-like fashion, mainly to hide his sword to avoid panic. The top side of his wings are a dark purple, while the underside is a dark magenta.
Personality
Magnus is typically respectful, but in a haughty way. He is quick to lose his temper and, when it’s especially bad, tends to swear. He also tends to leap headfirst into any suspicious activity, sword drawn, which gets him into a lot of trouble around kingdoms. He is very unpredictable, often switching from seemingly bad to seemingly good. He mostly tends to stay in the air, preferring high vantage points to swiftly assess situations. He has a low, growley voice, making him seem intimidating, and tends to avoid contractions, making him sound proper.
History
Most of Magnus’s childhood is lost in time, due to him never mentioning it or abruptly switching the topic when it comes around. Some speculate his parents either were killed in action in the military, or they kicked him out. What he does describe are as followed: (interview documented and edited by the tribeless explorer, Vic)
“I joined the military when I was 5,” Magnus started. “I have always respected the brave dragons who willingly put their lives at stake for the good of their civilization, and have always dreamed of being one. The bow was a nightmare; I could never get marginally close to any target, so my commander decided physical weapons were ideal. Knives were annoying to me and seemed more like a lowlife assassin’s weapon of choice, so that was an immediate ‘No.’ The sword and spear were bottom and top heavy, respectfully, and I felt like I could not control either one. My commander was so close to giving up on weapon choice when somebody suggested a shortsword.” He lifted his wings to reveal the gold handle of the sword in his thigh sheath. “It was perfectly balanced in my talons, and still deadly in combat. The one to suggest the shortsword, his name was Windcutter, trained me in the techniques of using a shortsword. The one major disadvantage Windcutter warned me about was that I would have no real defense against long range weapons and breath weapons, so he trained me to be lightning fast and to always find disadvantages to use against my enemy. Once he felt I was ready, he and I designed my personal sword, Nebula.