Being a silver dragon born, with the possibility of an inherit breath weapon I became a gladiator.I spent most of my life in training camps learning different ways to fight to bring glory to Tiamet. I personally didn’t care about that, fighting in the coliseum was exciting and if you won you were provided with food and water pretty regularly. I wasn’t very good at the pomp and circumstance of the pit but made up for it by winning the championship 12 years in a row. In the pit my favorite weapon, and they one I became known for, was the scythe. I did have my fair share of close calls, collecting a few battle scares. After enough wins I was purchased by the Gardiward family. Belonging to a noble house, the scythe is too big and “unsightly” for the manor, so I was provided a sickle for my duties, but obviously don’t get to use it as often as I once did or would like to. Apparently they don’t like the sight of blood for some reason. While serving the family is a quite boring, the food is good and regular. With my unusual size (compared to the other species, except maybe the 1/2 giants) and scaled appearance most thieves are discouraged from messing with the family. Strangely, they also like me around when they have guests, they tend to be more willing to agree with the master when I’m around. I try to practice at night to stay sharp, you never know when you might be mistaken as prey or when the family will get bored of me and send me back to the pits. While serving the family, they took in a stranger and his servant for a couple weeks, the stories they told were unbelievable.
Brand, located on upper right arm:
