Björn

STATS
Name: Björn
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Description: Björn, unlike his Scandinavian name, is short and dark. He has black hair which he diligently keeps at 5mm. His Olive oil-colored skin has seen plenty of sun, and not the midnight kind. The only thing that feels cold about him are his cool grey eyes. they are the eyes of an analytical mind that shows no interest in passion. His face seldom shows emotion.
Character: Björn knew from a very young age that his future would have to do with blades. He has been intrigued by the gleam of sharpened metal edges, seduced by the sound of knives carving through flesh and intoxicated by the power one receives when handling a knife. He collects blades like a madman and of course chose a profession in which he could slice and dice. That he works on people is an added plus.
Hobbies: Collecting scalpels

HATCHING
The twelve off-white eggs lay neatly in the center of the festival hatching cavern. Since Halloween was approaching fast, the walls and vaulted ceiling of the cave were decorated with black and orange curtains. Plastic bats hung from the ceiling, joined by witches and a single yellow glass-in-lead light. It’s faint light was barely enough to make out the tables and seats.
Ten candidates had been found for this holiday clutch. They were all human. The majority of them had come from Earth, but there were also two runic warriors who looked oddly mismatched with the rest of the festively disguised people.
The soft crackling that had been the background noise for the last hour started to overtake the sound of the whispering voices. All eyes turned toward the eggs and a tense, dead quiet atmosphere grew in the cavern. The crackling sounded like thunder when finally the first egg cracked. Lana impressed the bone-white hatchling and the hatching continued.
With 8 dragons impressed, two dragons and two eggs remained on the sand. A moss-coloured male land dragon with a triple ridge of spikes on his back and an icy blue winged male with bright feathery wings.
“Björn.” The moss-coloured dragon called to the plastic surgeon, “How do you like my spikes?”
“They seem very sharp.” Björn whispered mesmerised.
“They are. My name is Herkuyiss.”

ADULT
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