Rage. Hate. The two things my kind was founded by. I was the best of my kind. My kind. I don't think I can call my kind my kind. I'm an outsider in my world. I am the best, the deadliest. I was a Draconi. A Draconi is a human/dragon shape-shifter. I come from Mes, the home of the Draconi. My mother and Father were the rulers of the Draconi race. They forced me to train as an assassin when I was only 8 months old. Draconis mature 5 times quicker than humans. We also are immortal, that is unless you find the only way to kill a Draconi. Anyways, Draconis are killers. They kill for sport. They're all brutes, but their sharper too. The surpass the humans easily, having an IQ higher than 300.
I think I'm an outsider because of the stupid prophecy that the Head Mage told my parents; moments before I was born. When I found out about the prophecy, I did what any other child would. Run. I ran, across the desert plains that surrounded the west side of Mes, through the Forest of Death, and finally, after other challenges, I reached the humans. Humans will never reach the ability of the Draconis, but they are alright. I live on the streets of a small town in Ohio. I try not to mess with them, but when a nuisance turns into a menance, I come out of the shadows and finish them off; If they did anything I consider death worthy, or they were annoying me before, I kill them painfully. In my 4 years of living in Mes, I have turned into a stony killer. An assassin.
I have deep black scales, with a few shiny dark purple scales here and there, and blood red eyes. I am stronger, more lithe, and much smarter than any Draconi. Draconis stand on two legs, and are excellent jumpers and runners. When I am a human, I have black hair with one purple streak in it, and the same piercing blood red eyes.
I had lived in peace for 2 years in the town. Peace never lasts though.