Ornery Blackwood Sidian ( O.B.Sidian )

-'' ' Your perception of dragons are laughable; we're not always large and scaly, neither do we always breathe fire. Sometimes the most dangerous dragon is the one you look down on. ' - ''

Appearance
Ornery Blackwood, or Sid as he prefers to be acknowledge is a comely looking youth with grey eyes that often flash black once in awhile, the cause as of yet to be acertain. He possess a slim, well built body the result of years of training in Blackwood Keep under the watchfull eye of his master-at-arms, Blasi Gargovitch. His attire is a mix and match of an age old armour passed down from father to son and his usual daily clothings; out of combat Sid obviously has no need of his great helm, its rustic look  serves it no justice to its legends of near undestructability. He wears a vest over his torso, and on top of that a winter jacket, once black now grey. The Gauntlets of Blackwood or the Grips as they are better known are not often worn due to its social impracticality, the blades possessing a dull shine, a relatively young artifact handed down from his father, who recieved it from his father, and on and on for about 4 generations. Jeans, boots and a ceremonial cape completes a fashionable look, much behest of an heir of Blackwood.

Personality
Sid is by far a very dogmatic person, helping him very early on with many of his task as the heir of Blackwood, and even after then. What his obsession of duty cannot overcome, his temper would breach and clear any task deemed impossible. His short tempered nature has lost him many friends over the years, but his remorse afterwards gains him new followers. His elevated status back in his town has also inflated his head slightly, making himself look a little more selfish than he would claim. A very fickle person indeed, Sid can switch from an angry behemoth to a guilty prisoner of his own fault and as such any words made by him must be taken with a bottle of saltwater.

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