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Lewis Rogers


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Apr 5 2018, 02:39 PM
Lewis really enjoyed working as a cook, but there was something extra freeing about working as a fisherman. He liked being on boats and going out into the ocean. Plus, when they needed extra strength pulling the nets up or something, he got to shift into his dragon form to do more work. Now that they knew what he was a dragon, they liked being able to call on him for help. Which really excited him. He couldn’t believe that they were so accepting of him, especially after how long he had been living in fear of them figuring everything out and running him out of town. As it turns out, people really don’t mind a dragon living with them.

Who knew?

In any case, he had just finished a trip to collect some fish, and was helping the boaters unload their catch. They didn’t have a massive haul, but they never did. It wasn’t like a small town like Storybrooke needed tons and tons of fish every single day, and they didn’t exactly export their fish to other places, either. Still, the money was good enough and the downtime allowed him more shifts at the diner, which was equallt fun.

He hummed merrily to himself as he strolled down the docks with a bunch of rope in his arms, moving it back into storage so they could use it again for the next trip. You could never have too much rope when it came to working on a boat, it seemed. After tossing the supplies into their proper places, he took a moment to dust himself off.

He was feeling very content.

And then, suddenly, he realized there was more than just the scent of fish in the air. There was the scent of something... More. Something familiar. He blinked a couple of times, sniffing the air curiously as he moved away from where the other fisherman were working, more towards the open docks where people liked to have walks and come and go more casually.

There was the scent of another dragon in the air, but it wasn’t like it was an unfamiliar scent. It was... Something he recognized. Lily? No. It was close but not exactly the same. Frowning, more with confusion than anything else, he continued to follow the scent along the docks, wondering where it was going to take him.

Hopefully nobody thought it was really weird to have a man sniffing the air while he walked.

Feb 2 2018, 11:22 AM
It was another busy day at the diner, not that it really mattered to Lewis. Being a dragon, he had stamina to spare, and he was never put off by a crowded building. He liked the challenge of seeing how many burgers he could get finished in one go, and nothing made him happier than that accomplished feeling once the orders died down and everyone was contentedly eating. That was always something that felt like a victory, like beating down a rival dragon and defending your territory for another day!

Generally, he enjoyed being a cook almost as much as he liked being a fisherman. Both jobs were rewarding and offered him a great sense of accomplishment. He wondered if he could just keep doing the both of them forever, or if something was going to have to change now that he was in a relationship with another human.

He would want to spend more time with her, and the idea of a job that paid better money was appealing when you had someone else to look after too.

He pondered all of this as he worked, though soon noticed that one of the orders he had filled was still sitting on the pick up window. Casually, he ventured over to it, peeking through the open window to see that the waitress who was in charge of the table was heavily distracted with a good-looking customer and did not seem to want to come back over to deliver this food.

Not the type to be put out by this kind of thing, Lewis quickly moved out from behind the serving window, picking up the order himself and carefully scanning the room to find the right table. He didn’t do this side of things very often, but he wasn’t bothered at all. He ventured up to the first male he saw without any food, a young man, and smiled at him brightly.

“Is this your order?” He asked easily enough, offering him the food. He really had no idea if he was at the right table or not.

Jesse Volkan
Oct 12 2017, 12:19 PM
This was not going to stand!

Cloudjumper was NOT the kind of person to sit back and let someone else destroy his beloved home. Storybrooke meant more to him than any other place in all the realms- it was the only place that allowed him to be both a human and a dragon! Of course he was going to protect it, and with every fiber of his being, too! So when this castle had appeared, and the lives of the townsfolk threatened, Cloudjumper was among the first to want to fight back.

He knew Elizabeth would worry for him if he went into battle, but he also knew that he couldn’t hide away and do nothing. He had been helpless to stop Rumple’s dark self from attacking the place and causing pain, and he wasn’t going to let that happen again! More than ever he wanted to simply get out there and help in the fight.

He hoped Elizabeth would understand his reluctance to sit with his tail between his legs.

The dragon had left his home and transformed into his dragon body, the massive beast hoisting himself up into the air on two sets of powerful wings. He hurled himself through the sky like a rocket, swift despite his large size. It wasn’t a very long trip to the castle- and from the sky the massive abomination was all that clearer a target. Cloudjumper let out a bellowing roar that echoed through the skies, descending upon the castle like a missile. As he drew close, he launched a massive fireball at one of the guard towers, sending brick and the undead guards toppling from the unsteady structure.

He would cause as much damage as possible, in hopes of offering some help to the humans below as they, too, made their attacks against the massive keep.

The dragon roared again, this time letting out a rallying cry. He wanted to see if any of the other dragons in Storybrooke would aid him in his fight- one dragon was great, but a couple? They could destroy this place themselves!

You know, probably.

The cry for battle given, he went back on the attacking, swooping down and catching a few of the undead in his powerful back claws. He flung them off the castle wall, knocking them down so they could not arm their bows and attempt to shoot at him. But bows weren’t the only thing he was going to need to be worried about, he just didn’t know that yet.

Mar 25 2017, 02:58 PM
Lewis felt free for the first time in a very long time. He had already exposed himself as a dragon to the town in his attempt to protect everyone from zombies, so there was really no point in hiding it anymore. And the best part? People were largely accepting of him. He hadn't lost his jobs, or been told to leave the town. Everyone seemed to be appreciative that he had tried to help protect people, and most people who had known him before didn't hold his dragon heritage against him. Of course, that didn't mean everyone loved him, naturally. There were still some who looked at him differently. He had been expecting that.

Some people looked at him with fear, and while he hated that, he had been expecting it, too. Still, for the most part, he was not nearly as hated as he thought he was going to be. Being able to finally say what he was- it had been a very freeing experience.

He enjoyed it.

And he was going to keep enjoying it as much as possible. Today, he was flying over the town, his large body and double set of wings casting large shadows over the streets below. People who happened to be walking could look up and see him flying over head. He didn't know if it scared them or not, but he wasn't as worried about it anymore.

He was just too happy.

Mar 16 2017, 01:36 PM
The park was under attack.

It was getting towards the evening, but there had still been quite a few people enjoying the place with their families, or as couples walking around on a soothing, lovely date. Their nights had been utterly ruined when a sudden group of the undead had shown up, a mass of at least twenty undead beings. They varied in shape, size and level of decay, but it was clear they all had one thing in mind- ripping apart anyone they could get their hands on.

Thankfully, though, the 'getting their hands on' part had been deflected, at least for the time being. There had been one being in the park at that time who had more than just his wits to fight back against these vile creatures.

It was easy to fight when you had the ability to transform into a massive dragon. Of course, for Lewis, the decision had not been an easy one. He had just been in the park, sitting there and enjoying his time watching humans come and go. He hadn't been up to anything in particular- sometimes he just liked to spend a couple hours there after work, learning how humans interacted with one another without getting in the way. He had been sitting on his usual bench when the undead humans arrived. The first thing he had noticed was the stench of death in the air, followed quickly be the panicked screams of the people around him as they suddenly began to run away.

Lewis had jumped to his feet, moving towards the source of the distress rather than away, so he could find out what was happened. When he arrived, he saw it: undead creatures closing in on a mother and her young son.

Rage had taken over him at that point, and before he knew it, he was charging forward not as a man, but as a large, four winged dragon. He let out a roar as he slammed into the group of zombies, throwing them back with his head. He had no arms, only wings, so slashing at them would be difficult. But it didn't matter as long as he got them away from the humans in trouble.

He let out a loud bellow of a roar as the zombies focused in on him, the large group clamoring for him in what seemed to be an attempt to over power him all at once. Cloudjumper wasn't frightened, though- he would fight.

He would kill them all to protect the humans! But some of the zombies were biting onto his flesh, ripping at his scales with surprisingly immense strength. He roared him pain, snapping at one and tossing it off to the side.

Even a dragon might need some help with these creatures.
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