This a fic request from babydaeng, I didn't think up the dragon character or the storyline.
He stared at the high ceiling of his bedroom, waiting for daylight so he could begin his day. He hadn't slept, restless for the inevitable big adventure he and his friends would go on. But, he was also homesick and when that was he preferred to be alone.
Others that would come to his land for the first time would never want to leave. He hardly wanted to leave, and he'd seen that beautiful place since the first minute he was born, as prince of this realm of supernatural creatures. Everyone's from myths in books in the human world, so everyone's normal. It's the beings that have sensitive skin, needing to be worked into muscle constantly for appearances and survival; the beings that have soft hair that doesn't change into something else when something happens to them, that are the strange ones. Humans are the ones his subjects are afraid of here.
The fact that there are beings whose skin breaks but knits back together fascinated him. Little cooing babies, the teeth have to grow into their skulls and their brains have to full develop while they're alive and still growing made him so concerned for their safety, even when none of them were his. But being the heir to the throne in his kingdom, his subjects trusted him with their lives, and so the lives of their babies, or mortal babies found on the outskirts of the kingdom where unknowing human parents had left them.
Dawin Yaieric Von Phoenix Draco, the prince of the Creature Kingdom. In this human world, Dawin Larrazabal. He had that privilege and that title, because his parents were the most powerful beings in the realm, and in producing an heir made another rung in the food chain. Dawin's mother was a phoenix, her skin golden and soft to the touch, but impossible to break. Dawin's father was a dragon, one of the few shape shifting left that only used his full power as king, when he had to. So the prince had hardly seen such a feat of breathing fire, metallic roaring and a huge hulking, scaly body that was hardly aware of its own size within its world. His father had admitted a few times he's gotten rusty at using his powers, but brushes off any suggestion to practice. It was one of Dawin's great pleasures, reading with his father and it's what the dragon king made a priority over everything.
But the first time Dawin wanted to visit the human world, his parents wouldn't allow it. He knew he wouldn't be hurt, and wondered why he was denied this one request out of the thousands his subjects begged for. It was simple: the human world was not for them. Extraordinary beings stayed in their realm and the ordinary ones stayed in theirs. That kept peace, and kept terrible things from happening to both sides, including murder and slavery. So he accepted the verdict, and a few decades later, he grew tired of just poking his head through the veil separating their worlds. He decided he had to have a cover and practiced day and night pretending to be a mortal, changing his appearance until he looked like the people on the other side.
He settled on brown hair and brown eyes, a small cocoa figure but imposing enough not to be taken advantage of. He'd changed his skin color over the eras he'd visited the human world in order to protect himself from slavery and racism. But when he was in safe company, his skin was back to the beautiful brown shade his mother adored and he was complimented on in every realm. Dawin dabbled in what facial features he'd have, and liked wisps of a mustache and a beard, highlighting his eternal age of 21 years old. His original form was a swirl of soft golden feathers and hard black scales on every inch of his body. His eyes were golden as well, with accompanying black slits like a cat's eyes. Like his father he'd rarely had to show his true form and brandish his phoenix dragon power of flying, fire and strength.
Finally the dawn arrived, and he dressed in what passed for modern clothing now; a simple black t-shirt, brown leather jacket and loose jeans with a belt. His necklace his parents had given him he hid under the collar, a little figure of a fairy with glass wings and emerald eyes. It wasn't anyone he knew, and the gold of the figure, the green of the eyes or the glass didn't mean much to him considering his vast wealth. Fairies were simply his second favorite creature, next to humans. And it kept him anchored to his birth world. He's been hiding it since Damon asked about it and wouldn't let the subject drop despite the fact the fairy was nothing incredibly special. But then, Damon was naturally suspicious.
When Damon got together with Elena at last, he's celebrated with both Alaric and Dawin. Alaric was back on the other side after warning Damon not to screw things up, and Dawin was there to help keep Damon in line for Elena. Damon had the summer of his life with the one woman who'd never abandoned him, and Dawin felt like a father watching his children in love and happy. He couldn't wait for someone to pop the question and for someone to ask him to be a godfather.
Caroline finally climbing on the 'Delena train' made things a lot easier as well. And this was before she reunited with Klaus, finally sealing the seal of 'however long it takes'. Klaus was as suspicious of Dawin as Damon had been, although Caroline never let him voice his concerns to his face. The women of Mystic Falls were his allies.
Stefan became one way later on, after Dawin saved his life and made it possible for him to be the best man at Damon's wedding. Although, Katherine was caught in the crossfire. And without knowing why himself, he enlisted help to bring the most tortured doppelganger in the human's supernatural history back to life. No one knew his actions, not even Katherine. And he intended to keep it that way. Better not to be asked why he'd bring such a dangerous woman back when he had no answer for them.
Being as much of an old friend as a stranger to them, Dawin was able to keep many secrets. For instance, everyone thought he was human. Not as such. He wasn't as weak as some humans, and he was a hundred times more powerful than they were, in every sense. Everyone thought he was born in this world, after all they knew of no other world. He wanted to know what their reaction would be when they found out the truth.