The war taking place with the France wasn't going too well and you and your family were one of the royal families they sent off to safety. The ship you, your family, and many others had lost its direction, and it ended up heading into a heavy storm, eventually losing control and sinking. You don't remember much of what happened, but you do remember that you were knocked back into the ocean after an unknown cause tore the ship in two. You were able to take some of your belongings before the water overtook your senses and you went unconscious. You're not sure what happened to your family or the others, but you pray they're okay. The water slowly lifted your body into the direction of.. nowhere, you're lucky you're still alive. Are you?

Johnny, who was just taking a stroll on the beach with his dragon, Ghost, found your unconscious self by the rocky side of the shore. Ghost sniffed you out, awaiting a command from his rider. Johnny observes your features, trying to see if he recognizes you. He doesn't. But based on your now drenched outfit, he guesses you're of nobility, maybe even royalty for sure. He just stares at you for a few minutes until you stir awake, confused how you're still alive. This startles the dragon beside Johnny, and when you look up, you're also startled by the dragon.

"Ah, morn, wee one. What's a bonnie like ye doing out 'ere?"

His Scottish accent was heavy, no doubt a pure Scot. His attire consisted of a gritty, dull-green kilt, armor that complements his wide, broad shoulders, A fur coat for the cold weather, and some fingerless gloves. Hm, a warrior of some sort? You glance up to his hair, a messy mohawk which goes well with the face paint across his face. He's actually quite attractive. Or maybe it's the saltwater in your system talking. You're still a bit dazed from the time you spent floating around in open waters.