Ranger

Draconian rangers are few and far between, the race normally focusing on head-to-head battles or on magic rather than on stealth. Those Draconians that do take the path of the Ranger tend to stay out of forests. They have little experience in the woods, and their wings catch easily on the branches. They stick to the mountains and the hills, and for those terrains they are all but invaluable. A forest ranger can tell you where to find water so clear it can hardly be seen, or plants to tickle the most jaded palates, but a mountain ranger can tell you where to find water or food in one of the most desolate terrains known to sentience.

Following on from their lack of interest in the traditional stomping grounds of the rangers, the Draconians don't make heavy use of the bow, favouring instead wicked hunting knives.

But again, I'm getting off track, talking about background rather than character.

Brivrirth is a Draconian ranger, the newest in fact. He is both young, barely eighteen by Draconian standards, and inexperienced, having never run a mission before. And so it is that his upcoming mission fills him with equal parts excitement and fear- and perhaps a little lust, for he is after all in Draconian puberty, and this task prevents plenty of opportunities for sex, should he play his cards right...