Tyne here is a dragon. As far as dragons go, no he does not fly around setting fire to everything. He does have a human form that he takes at will, and when in it, considers himself just about as human as the next. The dragon form quadrupedal, and is of the European class, complete with dark, shiny green scales and a lighter underbelly. He's not the largest dragon around, but somewhere along the average size, and is around 18 metres from head to tail.

A deep chest stores huge lungs, and a row of spines which can be flattened at will decorate the graceful arch which joins head to tail. His neck is long and serpentine, ending in a reptilian head not unlike that of the nile crocodile but shorter, save for the two twisted horns which point backwards. These horns aren't used for spearing, but more like that of a ram's. 

The legs of this dragon are stocky and clawed, with the front pair being thinner and more flexible even having opposable thumbs. Meanwhile, the hind pair is much like a raptor's claws. His tail is also spiked, but not heavily so. It's more like a thick whip, and he uses it as one.

Wings start from one of the most heavily muscled areas right above the shoulders. They run the length of his body, ending maybe a little before the middle of his tail, with a total span double his length. These wings, while immensely powerful, are easily one of the most vulnerable places on the dragon. Veins run just under the skin, easily visible to the naked eye. 

Tyne is descended from the Dragon of Destruction, and thus specialises in destructive magics such as fire. With some difficultly, he can also utilize ice. This isn't a completely advantageous thing in his situation. When angered, what he knows as an inner Beast starts calling, and it's fairly difficult to squash that down, but he's getting better.

In his dragon form, Tyne is able to breathe fire, a reddish orange gout that easily burns quite a bit. That and being a huge dragon is already a huge advantage in general, whereas his human form is very, very normal.

Time passes differently in the different dimensions, and it doesn't help that Tyne has spent his life in two of them. He was born a human, and shortly after his parents died due to mysterious circumstances. This was in the 1660s. The blond was adopted by a pirate, of all people, and raised to be as such. He had plenty of fun, for sure, pillaging the seas, until of course the crew was completely annihilated by a Spanish armada. Well, except him of course.

When his human form was drowning, it just so happened that he got transported to a separate dimension. He spent time in that separate dimension in his dragon form. Of course, time passed differently there. It was only a few years in ol' Dragontopia - not the name, but then again Tyne never did find out what that world was called - before another magical trip landed him, as a very confused adolescent dragon, in the Victorian Era.

His human form had taken a step back in time, it seemed, and was little more than 12 years old. Adopted by a generous nobleman, Tyne was taught to 'become a gentleman'. It didn't help that his previous life was spent as a pirate, and the old habits die hard. 

Time passed, yadda yadda, things happened. Tyne's life was oh-so-chaotic, a blend of many, many aliases and different life stories. He landed up working for the Queen at one point, and at another point he was a model for a popular clothing brand. He had little friends, those who he did befriend were also members of the supernatural community.  Through those years, Tyne did have a habit of accidentally dropping into portals, making friends and rivals alike. Also, the Hunters, an odd, demon-crossed race which hunted dragons for their flesh and claws alike, pursued him through dimensions. Normally, there's a good long gap before they find him. As Hunters cannot pass through thresholds of homes much like how vampires or whatnot cannot enter a home uninvited, Tyne was forced settle down eventually and he did so in Ashmill.

Of course, due to the Revolution, some of said friends completely disappeared. Dragon or not, Tyne did not really want to fight. Up till now, he's still in a relatively neutral position.

For 20 years, Arthur had nothing to do. Today, he still had nothing to do. The Englishman was swimming along the coast of Gotham City, not in his human form mind you. The human form would never be able to withstand such pressure. No, Art was cruising along in the kronosaurus form, affectionately termed "Krokro" after it had been his method of survival after many years.



Being around nine metres in length, complete with four large flippers and an elongated snout full of sharp teeth, Arthur Durnin did look like your typical sea monster. It was kind of as if Nessie had decided to take a vacation and visit America. Despite the fearsome appearance, Art was all rainbows and sunshine personality-wise. Of course, people didn't know that. They'd normally just take one look and run.



The waters were devoid of any fish or animal save himself. There were a few gulls around, but they quickly screeched and moved away as Art came up for air. The entire motion was fluid, inhaling deeply before he once again vanished beneath the surface, careful to avoid anything floating around on the surface.



Wait, was that a human at the jetties? Arthur swam closer, keeping barely under the surface. If anyone looked close enough, they would see a huge shape causing ripples on the otherwise still surface. Hazel, reptilian eyes that shone with an uncanny intelligence were the only things that showed as he slowed to a stop, treading water and observing.