Dragon here, though not your typical one. Didn't used to be one either. Used to be a normal person going about my day here and there, complaining about the headaches of everyday life--job, bills, relationships, and finding my purpose in life. Looking back, those were the golden years. Now, I deal with the four very different headaches--each with his own name. Yes, after being the subject of dark and experimental magics, I have been granted this 'gift': twenty-four hours a day, I get to put up with the ramblings, musings, chattering, and--worst of all--bickering from four different dragon spirits all locked within me. Oh, and each has his own agenda as they all fight for momentary control of my body.

Schitzophrenia? No, that'd be more enjoyable at times--then I'd at least only be one person split several ways. No, there really are five of us in...here--not that they ususally let me 'count'. Of course, I'm not entirely certain that I count any more either: a fading memory of my past existence coupled with only really being able to act on their impulses... *shakes his head*

So, depending on who's 'in control' at the time, you may see me as white, blue, red, black--or somewhere in between, my minor features such as markings and horns and such changing as well to reflect whoever's 'driving' at the time. *sighs* Oh, the delights of being an escapee from an evil enchantress and her dark desires. *facepalms*

*smiles warmly, each of his scales individually seeming to flicker from red to purple to blue as he extends a paw in greeting* Now that that's out of the way--and assuming I've not sent you screaming and running, how do you do?