Adopt purchased from https://www.furaffinity.net/user/darkrocket/ art by them and Clown-Grin

Name: Ammon Rook Mahad.
Gender: Male
Race: Ancient Winged-Raptor
Occupation: Waring Prince
Primary Feather Color: Pink
Marking Color: Teal
Secondary Color: Dark Red
Eyes: Royal Purple
Weapon of choice: Lightning Axe
Armor of Choice: A Silver breastplate with his great-great-great-grandfather's royal garb.

Background: A history in the Styrian Government, His family has known how to rule the kingdom with grace. For Centuries before the current line of Royalty, Stirace has had descendants of hatchlings that were taught to raise the country to new heights. However, one fate-shattering evening, a silver star fell from the heavens and collided with the Sanctuary of the Sun. Those touched by its power had been known as "Silvers" and it was them who led a rebellion against Mahad's ancestors. It should have been a swift end to the rebellious forces, but the power of "Silver" stood up to the very light of the sun and casted it down. The Royal Family gave one egg to a farmer, as well as a fortune in gold, gems, and heirlooms, with the condition that they raise the egg and its hatchling. The rest of the Royal Family was lost to time, their fates ending in death by execution, murder by the Silvers, or fled to the forest.

Current Day: Ammon Mahad, current master in a small port town, Alio, south of Sevanth. Has been training in a brutish combat style that relied on breaking guard and sundering armor itself with powerful swift strikes. However, before all of that, he worked the port's warehouses and storage, moving cargo that others could not. While his family was rich, he couldn't afford himself to do just nothing all day, and would work till his feathers stood on end. When the sun set, is when the fun started, Ammon would frequent bars and taverns, spending the money he had earned that day on fine drinks, fine company, and sometimes finer times. After a simple servant, seeking fish to feed the people in Stirace, had noticed the Raptor's unique look. Royal guards had started appearing in Alio, asking questions and always being directed to the "Muscle head who isn't supposed to be in bars anymore" though in truth they couldn't just tell him no, he was quite the figure. Never the less, once enough information was obtained, the Klesserapo of Stirace had used his hand in the "H.E.A.T." and forced his guard to bring the Raptor back to Stirace to face a fate his ancestors once faced. Being of true royal-blood, Ammon had sensed the Sun's corrupted presence in the guards and fled, not wanting to fight them. This wasn't out of mercy, but simple lack of motivation, there was no sport in slaughter, even if it might have been justified as self-defense. Ammon reached the cursed town of Sevanth, and started working on repairing the Manor that overlooked Alio itself on its cute little cliff-side.