Crimson Lionel Braveheart 
Full Name: Crimson Lionel Braveheart
Gender: Male
Birthday: 07/18/2000
Age: 15
Blood: Pure
Birth Place: Dragon farm Russia
Nationality: Russia
Family: The Braveheart family has been around since the making of the great school Hogwarts give or take a few years. They are one of the bravest and noblest for the old families, in the first wizard was the Bravehearts produced some of the greatest warriors for both sides of the sword. But that was just the younger generation haveing fun when push came to shove the family banded together to fight what ever came their way. They were not to me trifled wit.
History: Crimson was born on a stormy night in mid July is was a wondrous because on the very night a dragon was birthed with him. It was a rare event that only happened every hundred or so years. It was called a brother dragon, it means that the brother would be bound to him for the rest of his life. Years bast and him and the dragon grew together and became the best of friends, at the age of 8 Crimsons father Allen had gotten him his first broom stick for his birthday. Crimson was over excited, he spend most of his day flying around the farm with his dragon fang. He often would sneak out many hours after his bed time to fly around with his friend, ON his 10th birthday terror struck as a rouge horntail killed his father and mother, badly burning his upper right arm the healers said he would forever have the scare. Now he has gotten his letter to Hogwarts and is still writing his story in the pages in history.
Appearance: He has long brown hair with a strong cut jaw and deep set deep blue eyes. He is built like a mountain shoulders like boulders. He has many scares all over and rough hands from the farm.
Personality: Crimson is a noble man with the best of intentions, he loves music, swords, dragons, and flying. He can be a hot head and let his ego get out of hand sometimes, he is reckless and quick to fight if he has a just cause, he is haunted by his parents and blames there death on his own hands. Anything else you will have to find out yourself.
Crimson took in a deep breath breathing in letting the cold air rip through his lungs burning his throat.
"It's good to bee home," he thought to himself as he walked down the hill to the little farm house. As he came o the front door a mighty roar came thundering through the rolling hills and high in the sky a dark shape was flying around. A large beast landed staring down on Crimson....
