Name: Zolgrinas
Full Name: Zolgrinas Salgromun
Pronunciation: ZOHL - gree - nahs sahl - GROH - moon
Nickname: Zol
Race: Elemental Demon
Birthday: May 18th
Age: 328
Gender: Male
Class: Soldier
Deity: Morbis, God of Chaos
Pets: None
Current Residence: Soldier Encampments

Height: 6'5"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Bronze
Eyes: Golden Yellow
Hair Color: Dark Purple
Hair Length and Style: To High Back and Slightly Wavy
Clothing Style: Standard Issue Soldier Leather Armor; for the ball, a black shirt, black pants, and black boots

Parents: Married
Siblings: 1 Older Half-Sister
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: He was born as the second child and only son of his father, who is a well-known soldier for their lord's army. His powers manifested early in his life, and he was sent to an academy to hone them before being forced to join the army as well. He has spent his entire life since fighting in various wars and battles for his lord, whether against other lords or against the other races. He has not returned home or seen any member of his family in decades, and he has grown so tired of his life that he has secretly been planning to desert the army. The ball may just be the answer as to how.

Abilities/Skills: Earth Elemental Magic, Basic Swordfighting, Survival, Masonry, Sculpting
Personality: He is rather apathetic about most things in his life at this point and has given up hope of ever returning home or living any other kind of life. He is quiet and introspective, and the only joy he gets is from sculpting stone into various shapes with his power.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): He was big, clad all in black, but he didn't hold himself like any of the locals. He wasn't a bodyguard for someone in the delegation on the balcony talking shop, nor a sentry to stand watch at the entry to the other portions of the venue. No, those things were painfully obvious by the fact that he was a demon, just-not-human-looking enough that no one would mistake him for a local. But also hardly out of the norm for this party. That fact alone brought Zolgrinas a little bit of boldness, a touch of confidence in something other than his battle prowess.

He spotted several people that matched him in size and musculature - including at least one that was most definitely a host of the event - he didn't feel all that out of place among what seemed to be a largely-human gathering. That thought fluttered around and faded as he got closer looks at things, some of which... fluttered around his head before giggling and flying up to dance with other fey or draconic people in the rafters above.

As several nests of dragons came through the place, he watched eagerly. Dragons were quite different here, weren't they? From one another, as well as anything found on his own home. Idly he flipped through the little pamphlet that one of the greeters had handed him, wondered what was in that goodie bag (smelled like something sweet, and possibly something liquid?). He found himself looking over the last page with descriptions and images, grunted to himself. "Pointy bits, might keep some away."

"Might interest others," someone commented.

Without looking up, he gave a sideways nod, "perhaps, army's always looking for new ways to spear things through."

"You are not looking for that," that same someone said, and suddenly Zolgrinas realized 'someone' was looking right over his shoulder, peering with some difficulty at the booklet he had on the table. "You are looking for some peace, aren't you? But sometimes peace has a cost."

A sharp dragon face, not like the ones at the end of the book, more like ones toward the front... Blinked and finally rested their chin on his shoulder. "I might help you pay that cost, if you want. I might not be big enough for you to ride," it glanced away at what appeared to be its 'parent' clutch - who were quite a bit bigger than this little hatchling with the black backed checkerboard wings. "But I can already fly, and I think I can learn how to do some magic. I liked listening to our not-father's spellcasting lessons. I won't be very good at it? But maybe it will be enough."

A strange wave of confidence and ... and what? What was the mood he'd discovered? It had been so long since there were things other than dread, anger, and exhaustion in his life. Anticipation? Optimism? It came through him like a storm, little wisps at first and then a gale of emotion. It was not a truly magical bond or an impression, like some he'd read in that book, but it was a true pairing indeed. Dewcada finally introduced themselves formally and might be the tipping point for the demon's escape from his endless toil.

Zolgrinas is the companion of Dewcada!

Name: Dewcada (doo KAY dah, Naming is throwback -TH ended as most of their lineage has it, why not theirs? Knockoffs are -CADA, if promoted to pawn they can add -th to that)
Gender: Male
Size: 4'6" s/l/ws
Build: noodle with big wings
Physical Features: Pernese-Alskyran/Danachian/Eienic Mutt, four legs and two wings, feet have apparently retractable claws, wings have large wrist thumbs with thick claws; angular head with knobs having very long and sharp horns, faceted eyes, and a jagged tall crest, echoed on the spade of very long slender tail
Colors: Black Pawn 5, medium very shiny grey body with mist and high white mottled point marks on face, horn knobs, wing fingertips, feet, and tail; wings are shiny black on the backs, transparent from underneath with tiny checkerboards only under; crest shiny black, tail tuft medium checker; horns and claws white; eyes faceted coppery orange-red
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 2, Endurance 5, Agility 2, Health 2, Intelligence 2
Abilities: average of 3 in most, do not have any shapeshifting nor can they carry it; select one from Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Local Teleport, Nexus Teleport, or Telekinesis to have at 5; they may have Void magic abilities but unless they have a specific attachment that can help them learn, they cannot master spellcasting (Void tops out at 5, spells at 2 even then)
Parents: Donor Clutch Calietosth + Dairruinth
Bond: Zolgrinas, Voluntary Companionship