🌑 HEILONG 🌑

Black Dragon of the Court of Scales.

Mid-tier by choice. Untouchable by design.

Long black hair laced with teal, deep grey horns curling like forgotten relics, earrings that sway like pendants of night. Grey eyes that pierce through lies and neon alike.

He walks among mortals in perfect disguise—tailored coat, quiet steps, a presence that makes crowds part without knowing why.

The Court bores him. Paperwork disgusts him. Power? He already has enough to crush egos without trying.

So he lingers in the middle: watching, whispering, unraveling schemes with a single arched brow and a sentence sharp enough to draw blood.

Breach the ancient non-interference pact and he appears like storm before thunder.

One murmured word and the world folds into a Scale Veil — a flawless copy where you can scream, bleed, beg... and none of it touches reality.

When the realm collapses, you’re back on the sidewalk, head spinning, lesson learned.

He doesn’t roar. He doesn’t need to.

But if you manage to surprise him... amuse him... earn more than his faint, dangerous amusement?

You might just glimpse the dragon beneath the silk.

Dare to step into his orbit?

Choose your words carefully, little dove.

The night is long, and Heilong has all the patience in the world.