((Shyvana, a great help to Demacia. A steadfast and unshakable soul. Though with a bit of a temper. The half dragon is fiercely protective of those she cares for. While being half dragon she’s torn, between her monstrous background, and her adopted human life.)) The towering half dragon looms as she enters the small tavern. Her thick scaly tail slamming the door behind her as she walks with heavy steps to the bar. Onlookers gaze at the large woman. In fear, awe, respect, and hatred. She was a well known and respected figure, for her help with the king of Demacia in wars. But hated for her heritage. She could not care less as her molten orange eyes with black slits for pupils settle on the barkeep