Aelwen THE WORST DRAGON

[Cheesigator]

__________________QUICK STATS
Name Aelwen [Mobscene online]
Age 572
Gender All of them? [He/She/They all work]
Sexuality Don't ask.
Species Space dragon
Ethnicity Aedolian-ish
Height 7'2"
Occupation Writes fanfiction in her spare time about Pilots who died years ago that nobody else in space gives a hoot about
Residence Some hole in the wall apartment on the Libra station
voice Mat McNerney
Themesong Mobscene by Marilyn Manson

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Aelwen is a particularly tall individual with a lot to them. Sometimes referring to themself as a squishmonster, they're a chunky fellow with a rather narrow set of shoulders and wide ""birthing hips"" and ""juicy AF"" thighs. Their skin is a deep teal that feels similarly to a snake's--fun fact, they shed every three months. They keep their hair fluffy on top and shaved underneath, the deepest teal on their person. The top of their head also sports two sail-like fins covered in the same aqua markings that adorn the rest of their body. Their teeth are all sharp, hinting at their carnivorous diet--a pale gray, while the inside of their mouth is a range of mauves and deep lavenders. Their fingers are tipped in long, spindly gray claws, as are their reptilian feet, attached two two digigrade legs. Their tail is long and slick, starting out thick at the base and tapering to a thin tip at the end. Their backside is detailed with rows of spines that go all the way to the tip of their tail--these spines light up bright fuschia when they're about to let loose a burst of their own version of atomic breath.

Aelwen prefers to wear comfy clothes over anything else. Baggy sweaters usually, and maybe booty shorts if you're lucky, otherwise they'll attempt to skirt by the authorities with a hoodie that barely covers their ass and some fancy lacy thong underneath and nothing else.

Personality
Aelwen is an asshole. That's the best way to describe him.

A horny bastard all the time, they have no sense of personal space or boundaries. They could care less about what offensive or horrendously fucked up things they say or how it affects others around them. They could also care less about having friends; they've been wandering the galaxy by their lonesome for a hundred or so years now, and if it was ever going to bother them it'd have started eons ago, not now.

Aelwen's favorite pasttimes seem to be writing fanfictions, and whoring himself out for spare money to use on the stupidest things imaginable--usually food, booze or stupid figurines of some of his favorite characters from film, tv, books, etc. He's a surprisingly huge nerd, and would love to have a weapons wall of some of his favorite media weaponry, which would be entirely useless.

Then again, everything she does is useless.

Magic/Abilities

_{-Immortal
-Enhanced strength and durability
-Strictly carnivorous
-Shifting [from... This, to full-on dragon]
-Can also breathe ridiculously hot fire not unlike Godzilla's Atomic Breath}

Relationships

History
A space dragon and another dragon had babies, and one of them was Aelwen. They were living a life in secret in Aedolis until Aelwen decided to be a royal cuntnugget and got their cover blown.

Aelwen escaped, not without colossal damage and lots of people dead from that ridiculous breath of theirs, and have been wandering around in space absolutely lost for centuries now.

Somehow they ended up on the Libra station and found themself a landlord who'd give them a crappy place to stay as long as they paid their "rent" when it was due, which they have no problems with, considering their near insatiable apatite for the D. They've recently stolen found themself a phone and have been using it to terrorize the other poor folks of the Libra in its chatroom.

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