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*Gold Dragon is copyright D&D, picture used as example. Character is mine.*

“Well, it’s been lovely gentlemen, but I’m afraid I must say goodbye.” *smoke bomb*

Kemreor is a young Gold Dragon, one of Tracy’s peers. Much to the dismay of his Lawful Good parents, ‘Kem’, as he is known to his friends, has taken a more chaotic path, becoming an expert sneak thief. He delights in pulling off nigh-impossible thefts, often against the snobby nobles that inhabit the castles around the area of the Medieval Fantasy district that he and his parents call home. Though rarely malicious, he enjoys knocking the snobs down a few pegs. He is usually somewhat laid back, though he gets cocky when showing his skill, such as stealing the belt that someone was wearing at the time without being noticed. Kemreor maintains a few different human forms as well as a magpie in order to ‘keep the heat down’ if one face starts being recognized more, all the better to keep up his side hobby of messing with the snob’s minds by moving things around without their knowledge, making them think they might be going insane via gaslighting while he commits his thefts. He has acquired quite a large hoard for someone his age, mainly through his larceny. Always has at least half a dozen knives on him at any given moment, and usually more along with the various tools of his larcenous trade. A calm, friendly drake, Kem’s laid back personality is another part of his carefully cultivated air, designed to catch people off-guard when he pulls something. He is quite the gregarious fellow, happy to make friends with those he can trust and willing to lend a paw to help those in need. Though usually happy to be in the background, he gets smug when pointing out things like the fact that A; he’s just stolen the tax collector’s belt, and B; the man’s pants are now around his ankles as the villagers point and laugh. Though he will tolerate visiting the doctor just fine, Kemreor is just as scared of shots as Tracy is, and will go through crazy antics while using everything he has to try to evade them. Kem identifies as male but has a couple of female forms for tactical purposes (nobody ever expects the washerwoman to start chucking throwing knives—or a little girl to slip a knife into your ribs). He also helped teach Lexington how to talk to girls by temporarily morphing a female gold.

Description

*Gold Dragon is copyright D&D, picture used as example. Character is mine.*

“Well, it’s been lovely gentlemen, but I’m afraid I must say goodbye.” *smoke bomb*

Kemreor is a young Gold Dragon, one of Tracy’s peers. Much to the dismay of his Lawful Good parents, ‘Kem’, as he is known to his friends, has taken a more chaotic path, becoming an expert sneak thief. He delights in pulling off nigh-impossible thefts, often against the snobby nobles that inhabit the castles around the area of the Medieval Fantasy district that he and his parents call home. Though rarely malicious, he enjoys knocking the snobs down a few pegs. He is usually somewhat laid back, though he gets cocky when showing his skill, such as stealing the belt that someone was wearing at the time without being noticed. Kemreor maintains a few different human forms as well as a magpie in order to ‘keep the heat down’ if one face starts being recognized more, all the better to keep up his side hobby of messing with the snob’s minds by moving things around without their knowledge, making them think they might be going insane via gaslighting while he commits his thefts. He has acquired quite a large hoard for someone his age, mainly through his larceny. Always has at least half a dozen knives on him at any given moment, and usually more along with the various tools of his larcenous trade. A calm, friendly drake, Kem’s laid back personality is another part of his carefully cultivated air, designed to catch people off-guard when he pulls something. He is quite the gregarious fellow, happy to make friends with those he can trust and willing to lend a paw to help those in need. Though usually happy to be in the background, he gets smug when pointing out things like the fact that A; he’s just stolen the tax collector’s belt, and B; the man’s pants are now around his ankles as the villagers point and laugh. Though he will tolerate visiting the doctor just fine, Kemreor is just as scared of shots as Tracy is, and will go through crazy antics while using everything he has to try to evade them. Kem identifies as male but has a couple of female forms for tactical purposes (nobody ever expects the washerwoman to start chucking throwing knives—or a little girl to slip a knife into your ribs). He also helped teach Lexington how to talk to girls by temporarily morphing a female gold.