TheGreatWyvern

…oh, hello. I’m a… a Great Wyvern. Nicknamed Charmbird, I’m basically the ancestor of Wyverns. I uh… I own a carbon rifle, which is a… what was it, a “.50 Caliber?” And uh… a little stone golem that I created from a simple stone. Along with a Torchic, who… who’s become great friends with it. Both are in the backpack, along with the rifle, which I could “fold” the barrel into and put it away easily… uh… I have a spear, which is… “tribal,” from the feathers and other décor on it. Don’t expect me to be something you could go over and just straight up take at will for your own purposes, though! …you kinda have to ask first. But uh… I’m part of the Escapees, and a friend of Wyvern’s… a… a good lady for fashion, too, which I apparently didn’t know I liked to do until some time later. Uh… what about you? You seem pretty nice for… listening to my slight rambling…
[Time pass: Hours.]
You feel a shockwave coming from somewhere, and some people launching away, painted white entirely, before seeing something emerge victorious, a ball of some sort dropping with the last man. Oh, hello. I’m Latch. The crocodile humanoid says, in a friendly manner, with a middle-aged man’s voice, slightly British. His tail seems to be covered with metal plates, and he wears a beanie, along with a pair of headphones. What? Never seen a Lethal League member? We’ve been doing this before, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it. He pokes you with a finger, somehow not piercing your flesh, in a bit of a rude manner. Now. Tell me about yourself. Who are you and what do you do?