In human form, Glasawyr appears to be a young adult human male with boyish features, dark hair swept back from his face, and tanned skin. He has a toned, athletic build, and stands at an average height of 5'9“. The only indication that he isn't human are his pointed ears, extended canines, and slit pupils that expand and contract depending on lighting.
For clothing, Glasawyr usually wears a comfortable Hawaiian shirt, jeans, and white sneakers.
When Glasawyr shifts, he becomes a massive, black dragon-esque creature. He stands 10 feet tall on digitigrade legs, and his skin becomes armored scales. His musculature grows as well, putting professional bodybuilders to shame. His fingers and toes become sharpened claws, and he gains a serpentine tail of about five feet, for balance. Two bat-like wings sprout from his back, with a full wingspan of twenty feet. His reptilian head, resembling a Komodo dragon's, has two pointed ears on either side, and a mouth lined with razor sharp teeth. He retains his blue eyes.
Long ago, there lived a race of reptilians dedicated to the protection and sanctity of nature. They lived in secluded monasteries, training their minds and bodies relentlessly to prepare for their eternal battle against the encroachment of civilization. To all who saw them, they were known as dragons. The greatest among these “monks” were considered to be the guardians of nature itself, the first line of defense in their dogmatic fight against modernity.
One of these guardians was Glasawyr. At least, he would have been, had he not slipped out of the monastery in the dead of night and wandered off before his training was complete. Glasawyr was the black sheep of his sect, a dragon who took an interest in civilization and its artificial wonders, having been exposed to the outside world on accident as a child. To put it plainly, he thought space ships were pretty neat. Over a period of time, Glas began envisioning what it would be like to travel the stars like the “evil” civilizations that his monastic order despised. He began to feel, for lack of better term, left out. Like there was a big party going on out in the universe and he was missing out. Once the opportunity was right, he bailed. For a long time he's wandered the cosmos, moving with the wind, and having no real goal in mind. Either by chance or by fate, he has found himself in the company of the Downrider crew. Whether that's a good or bad thing is yet to be determined.
Glasawyr is a being eternally at peace. Since birth, he has had three principles relentlessly drilled into his head: Soundness of Mind, Soundness of Body, and Soundness of Nature. He tends to go with the flow in all things, and treats each day as a new adventure. In keeping with his old teachings, his pleasures are simple. Good food, good company, and a warm bed are all he really needs to be content. Some of his mannerisms may appear animalistic, and his original takes on philosophy are sure to raise some eyebrows. But hey, he's a pretty chill guy overall. Lately he's discovered his two favorite genres of music: old school rap, and metal.
If there was ever anything that truly angers Glasawyr, it would be the needless destruction of nature (killing animals for sport, lighting fires for “fun”). He also has an instinctual mistrust of any unnatural life, whether that be eldritch abominations or robots, for he feels that they go against the natural order. He also was taught from a young age to mistrust mages who use any other magic besides nature magic, in which mere mortals attempt to play with the fabric of creation.
When not assisting the crew ground-side, he can be found either meditating, listening to music, practicing his martial skills, or simply vibing. Oddly enough, Glasawyr has great culinary ability. Having grown up eating nothing but unseasoned, flame-charred meat and the occasional berry, Glasawyr vowed to never again eat a tasteless meal after having a cheeseburger for the first time.
This page was originally created by Blizzard on Sun 07-06-20.