The boy standing before you is clearly of Drakanic heritage. Once known to be dressed by his mother, he has now blossomed into quite the capable young magi. An active member of the Fireblooded Templar, and a warrior all the same.
His eyes shimmer a vibrant sapphire; tresses are coaxed in a golden hue. Where he goes, there is a vibrant holy aura that follows in his wake, a inconsistent golden flame traces the form of his wings.

Student of the Templar.
For the glory of Ryujin.
Because Vanaheim does not house failure.