Art by  francis_john
Vaan belongs to me.

Vaans birth was among the strangest of all the dragons. When his egg hatched there was nothing save for a dim purple glow. As Tal watched in confusion she started to hear a faint cry coming from the shell. As the cry grew louder and more distinct she saw the shadows that were surrounding her begin to flow into the egg before raising off of the surface and into the air. After a few short moments a full physical form was laying in the broken shell, the new dragon Vaan had come into existence.

Vaan was the only dragon to ever be completely comprised of their element. As such his control of the shadows and darkness came quickly. Creating an object such as a blade from the shadows was as easy as blinking an eye and as natural as taking a breath for the dragon. He was the one and only assassin for the Horum clan. His powers gave him the ability sink into the shadows and to warp his body into any shape. He could enter any fortress, bypass any defenses. The Safest of rooms could not prevent the hunter from coming from a single shadow to strike at his prey.

Though he was the assassin for the clan, and a physical manifestation of the dark, Vaan was said to have the kindest and biggest heart of all the dragons. His love for life led him to always go out of his ways to help others. His love for fun meant he would almost always be behind any practical joke or trick that took place within the clan. At the age of 213 he was the youngest dragon when Tanith was born. Zau entrusted Taniths training to Vaan, not to teach him about controlling his powers but to teach him how to live.

Vaan was the second to die in the war of the fallen. Caught by surprise while fighting against a Siana force, a kind heart like his would have never thought a commander could fire on his own troops. His body was torn apart, the essence dispersed by the explosive and bright power of a Siana magical attack.