You believe that is is better to act by a code of conduct when dealing with humanoids and your peers, but feel free to twist the meaning of the conduct to suit your purposes when the need arises. It is important for others to know that you are an honorable dragon, you just make sure that that doesn't stop you from getting what you want.
Now for the fun part. What sort of dragon are you?
The Fire-Lord: You are a bit scrawny for a typical dragon and almost half the normal size standing at a mere nine feet at the shoulder. None dare mock your skinny frame or over-sized wings however as the bulbous sacs to either side of the base of your neck contain liquid, molten death. With your breath weapon, you can lay waste to your foes from afar, but be careful, even your supply of fire isn't indefinite. Those huge flames sacs take a lot of nutrition to sustain, however, giving you an appetite equal to a quite large dragon. Elaborate coat markings of black, red, orange and even yellow give this breed away.
The Nettled Reaper: You have a fantastically dangerous appearance with a body covered in venomous quills. Down the neck, across the torso, limbs and tail, colorful quills protect your body and advertise a warning to would-be dragon slayers. Known for a foul temper and easily provoked, the quills on the tail are loose and can be launched a projectiles with a simple flick. Lacking a breath weapon, your venom nonetheless is potent to render even a large dragon unconscious in minutes and will kill humanoids outright. A fair flyer, you lack speed for the disturbance your quills cause, but make up for it in maneuverability. You are also smaller than the average standing about 15 feet at the shoulder.
The Regal Bronze: One of the largest casts of dragon, you tower over your opponents on the field of battle and have the force of well toned muscle behind each of your massive blows. You are called regal for your long legs and tall stature, you carry your head high and proud when you grace the land with your presence. Your kind are mortal enemies of Deathwings (but then again, who isn't?). Your brawn and their speed are evenly matched. While it isn't necessarily truth, the appearance of battling the Deathwings has given your kind a vaguely chivalrous reputation, a reputation that many individuals chose to uphold on their own. Your tail ends in a serrated arrow-head that is capable of slicing through fully grown trees and of course, your hide comes in only one color, a luminous bronze.
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