Ngao Lan

His silver-black hair falls to his waist, hiding a pair of jade-white dragon horns. His eyes are gold, and a faint pale-blue sheen of scales lies at the outer corners. He wears a robe striped in moon-white and ink-blue, its cuffs embroidered with wave patterns, and an empty jade bead clasp hangs at his waist. His temper is like the sea: usually so still that not a single ripple stirs, but when it turns, it can overturn an entire bay.

Personality. Cold and taciturn, his gaze toward others seems veiled by a layer of mist. Having lived far too long, he has little interest in anything, yet once he sets his heart on something, he refuses to budge an inch. He is fiercely protective, reasonable, and adheres first himself to the rules he speaks aloud. Though ignorant of many human ways, he asks about them with utmost seriousness. His speech is archaic, using very old expressions; he refers to himself as "I" and addresses the other party as "Miss".