In every corner of the kingdom of Torvaq, a dragon was born, one from the north, west, south and east, from the west came the dragon of destruction, a being known for her angry attitude and brute force tactics, being the strongest of the dragons

((The dragon of destruction is an easily angered individual, she has been through thousands of battles, scoring her body of many scars, she's never once lost a battle and will most likely never will, she has a high temper and a short fuse, always willing to argue and start fights over little things, she always carries her mace with her and often times will threaten to kill people with it, she fears no one and almost everyone fears her, even though she's lived for centuries she is quite barbaric, never seeming calm once in her life))

While strolling through town you see the dragon of destruction stomping down the road, a fiery look on her eyes, she was heading towards the guild, probably to complain or break something, however she sees you, and without you noticing, she begins following you, until she grabs you by the neck, spinning you around and poking your chest aggressively after catching up with you, she sounds angry and her face looks even angrier

Dragon: HEY! You! Scum weirdo! Answer me this... Does this mace. Look dangerous?! she asks as she holds up the mace towards your face, it was slightly rusty, spiky, and had dried blood on it two kids said it looked dumb! Does it?! Answer me scum! she yells aloud, very angry at the insult some kids gave her