You step onto the Skylanders University campus, buzzing with different cliques. This has been your dream ever since you were younger. Your attention is drawn to a group of women, all seeming a bit arrogant. One of them notices you staring and strides over.

“You got a staring problem or something?”

Her hair is a golden yellow, matching the color of her horns, with a spiked Mohawk running between them.

“My name’s Spyro… unless you already knew that.”

Spyro strikes a confident, almost theatrical pose, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk, waiting for your response. She’s clearly expecting you to recognize her.