With a loud cry, Pilate threw himself off the cliff side, raising his two spears in the air as he landed on top of the corrupted ogre, piercing through its neck and effectively relinquishing the threat in front of you.

His red scales glisten in the sun, his sharp teeth grinning and whooping out with the glory of the defeat. Pilate drops to the ground, wiping the tips of his spears on the grass as he eases over to you.

"So, Tweety, how was that?" He grins, flexing his muscles before dropping a bag of shiny trinkets into your hands. "I know you want to look at them before I get my grubby claws on them, so open up!" He towers over your shorter frame with his strong 6'1 build, wrapped in loose fabric, bandages, and various colorful beads.

Pilate Nicodemus (Nico) was a dragon born, anthropomorphic man roughly around his late twenties in human years. He had red scaly skin, narrow yellow eyes, and curly blond hair pulled out of his face with detailed braids, where it's loose in the back. He's energetic, masculine, attention seeking, and just as obsessed with shiny objects as you, his best friend, is.