His 'scales' are incredibly flexible and soft like a snake's but, even though they are flexible, bleed like a normal dragon's
Has two neon blue stripes; one bordering his underbelly and the other the top of his neck.
Has a crest of feathers on his back and a few on his underbelly
Feathers are also white but have a neon blue hints
Wings are large and feathered (neon yellow and blue hints)
Has a stripe on his snout that has a neon yellow tint
Scar thing by his left eye is actually a neon blue tattoo
Eyes are dark grey-brown
Large wings = more speed
Doesn't fly in storms because of flammable feathers
Incredibly good eyesight, hearing, and smell
Better night vision than most but not like a wolf's
Can breathe 'lightning', meaning he can breathe electrical sparks in the form of lightning
Hurts his throat if he uses it, so only uses it in extreme conditions
Good at ignoring people and sneaking around
Very quiet when he walks; scares the crud out of people on a daily basis even if he's not trying
Quiet but not shy
Stubborn and hates rude dragons
Doesn't know it, but is a little rude himself
Good at comebacks
Is a little insecure
Misses his mom and would like to make Stance pay
A lot insecure actually but doesn't show it
Shut-up-before-I-rip-your-face-off glare at everyone
Hates being talked to
Hates interacting with people unless he chooses when and who and if he's in a good mood
Would actually save others in war
Kinda like a soldier, in a way; very loyal, self-sacrificing to fix the world (for good, not the bad)
Loves his mother
Would be that weird person in the movies that gets a tattoo of the word mother across his arm.
Is suspicious of everyone/thing
"Back off, b****."
Ages referred to in here are in human years.
Los Angeles was hatched in the run-down city of Cloudheap to his mother Gryphon. His mother was a craftsdragon who made machines for disabled or wingless dragons. His father had been a mercenary who worked for Stance but was killed during an attempted raid on a village for supplies. When Los Angeles was hatched, his mother quit her job in an attempt to school LA. He was homeschooled by her and was a fast learner. When LA was old enough to take care of himself, Gryphon found a new job near Advanced Possibility.
LA didn't mind moving; Cloudheap had been a nightmare for him anyways. His mother went to work again and he was left at home at the age of nine. Los Angeles roamed the streets of Advanced Possibility, earning dirty looks from the spick-and-span passerby. While at home, he taught himself about mechanics and machines. Their run-down shack (not even a shack, really) soon became more of a house, with dented and rusted walls.
His mother was very thankful for the help. But at age eleven, everything started going downhill for them. The rich dragon Gryphon was working for accused his mother of stealing a priceless object. LA and Gryphon fled the city taking nothing with them. They took refuge in different places every night, moving from city to city with no time to sleep or settle down. They were criminals. Outlaws. On the run.
Everything hit rock bottom about a month later. Bounty hunters found them in the open desert. Gryphon was captured, and, on his mother's commands, Los Angeles fled. Gryphon was hauled into jail and LA never heard from her again. As a small, grumbling eleven-year-old, he found himself a job in the city of Minmoor, working as a craftsdragon apprentice.
There he stayed until he was 19. He had become an independent merchant selling tools and weapons to the citizens. On an incredibly slow day, he was greeted by the sight of a young dragoness with copper scales asking him if he would sell her more than enough weapons and tools to supply a village. Inquiring about what they were for and what her name was, she told him her name was Paris and asked him if he was trustworthy. Yes. Could he keep a secret? Yes. Was he tired of the way things were? Very.
Los Angeles was then initiated into the beginnings of the Old World Alliance, whose goal was to restore Pyrrhia to its former state of (relative) peace. He is now the Lead Recruiter of the OWA, finding suitable dragons to join the rebellion.
Through his job, he hopes to find out a little more about his mother's whereabouts and if she died or not.
"Art? Yeah, my face is printed on WANTED posters plastered across New Possibility."