Fletcher stepped out onto the docking, his hands immediately unbuttoning the dark buttons on his peacoat to get away from the sweltering heat. "Christ.." he mumbled and paused at the black sport car that awaited for him. He opened the 树干 and tossed in the suitcase, his bag following afterwards. He hesitated to get into the car but slid into the backseat, side-eyeing the girl that sat across from him. "They send 你 to fetch after their rogue son?" He chuckled and crossed his arms. "Your father is very sick, Fletch, a lot has changed in the three years you've been gone." She leaned back in the 座位 as the car started to move. "But that wasn't the reason 你 drug me here today was it, Madeline?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. She only smiled, watching the people blur by. "Your cousin is picking his future 皇后乐队 下一个 week, 你 could at least be bothered to 加入 in the festivities." Fletcher scoffed and turned to look at her. "Do 你 actually care 或者 are 你 更多 enticed 由 the knowledge of getting paraded around 由 a prince?" He rose an eyebrow, a sly grin on his face. "You make that sound like a bad thing~" Madeline snickered and quickly escaped the car when it stopped. Fletcher laughed and got out, ditching the peacoat with the servant that followed after the two. He unbuttoned his 衬衫 as he made his way into the manor, smiling at the sight of your mother. "Just in for the first meeting." She smiled, immediately fixing the buttons that Fletcher had just undone.
The brunette yawned as the meeting seemed to drone on for hours. The girl beside him gently nudged his side and he sat attentively, giving her a playful grin. "Fletcher." His uncle, the King's voice, boomed throughout the marble room. "You intend to take your father's place correct?" He asked, and Fletcher shrunk back at the intimidating glare he was given. The brunette stood, straightening out the dress 衬衫 he wore. "No, not in the slightest." He easily returned the glare, hardly noticing the looks he was 给 and the whispers that danced around the tense air. "No? Then who do 你 intend to take his place as my adviser?" The king stood, his chair pushing suddenly that it clattered to the floor. "You are his first born son, and 你 will take your father's place." Fletcher only glared, hardly backing down. "I'll be damned if 你 rope me into the hierarchy that 你 call a country!" He shoved his chair back away from the group. He grabbed his 涂层, 外套 and briskly left the room, clenching his fists as his uncle yelled behind him. "You'll take his spot, 或者 you'll 熊 a son that will!" He shouted, chatter filling the room as Fletcher slammed the door behind him. He immediately untucked the 衬衫 and pulled the white 金牌 crown off his head, chucking it aside. He ran his fingers through his hair, disheveling the neatly styled brunette locks. Madeline quietly slipped through the door, carefully approaching the man that stood quietly 由 the window. "You knew this was coming.." she whispered, setting a gentle and on his back. Fletcher moved away from the touch, his eye twitching. "If only my brother.." he grumbled and moved away, immediately leaving for the exit. "Come Madeline, there are things that we need to discuss with my mother."
The brunette yawned as the meeting seemed to drone on for hours. The girl beside him gently nudged his side and he sat attentively, giving her a playful grin. "Fletcher." His uncle, the King's voice, boomed throughout the marble room. "You intend to take your father's place correct?" He asked, and Fletcher shrunk back at the intimidating glare he was given. The brunette stood, straightening out the dress 衬衫 he wore. "No, not in the slightest." He easily returned the glare, hardly noticing the looks he was 给 and the whispers that danced around the tense air. "No? Then who do 你 intend to take his place as my adviser?" The king stood, his chair pushing suddenly that it clattered to the floor. "You are his first born son, and 你 will take your father's place." Fletcher only glared, hardly backing down. "I'll be damned if 你 rope me into the hierarchy that 你 call a country!" He shoved his chair back away from the group. He grabbed his 涂层, 外套 and briskly left the room, clenching his fists as his uncle yelled behind him. "You'll take his spot, 或者 you'll 熊 a son that will!" He shouted, chatter filling the room as Fletcher slammed the door behind him. He immediately untucked the 衬衫 and pulled the white 金牌 crown off his head, chucking it aside. He ran his fingers through his hair, disheveling the neatly styled brunette locks. Madeline quietly slipped through the door, carefully approaching the man that stood quietly 由 the window. "You knew this was coming.." she whispered, setting a gentle and on his back. Fletcher moved away from the touch, his eye twitching. "If only my brother.." he grumbled and moved away, immediately leaving for the exit. "Come Madeline, there are things that we need to discuss with my mother."
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Hair: White
Eyes: Red((Im facinated with Red eyes ok!?))
Skin: Covered in white scales
Height: 6'5
Weight: 115
Race: Dragon/humaniod
Powers/Skills: Can morph into a dragon, but only when is very needed. Breaths fire((Yeah, yeah I know there are many firecasters, but this is a basic dragon atribute)). Skilled with bows and melle wepons.
Weapons: Fond of a sword but makes weapons out of anything she can.
History: Xiuhcoatl has grown up with dragons. She has never seen another human. She has fended off enemies of her homeland, she speaks a forign launguage not known to humans. She has been very isolated her whole life, and now she is traveling to find a 首页 for the Dragons. Their 首页 was invaded and taken over 由 enemies.
Personality: Curious. Many things fasinate her because she has grown up in a valley without technology.