Name: Remi "No Nick"

Gender: Male, Straight

Age/DOB: 27, unknown

Origin: Aperturth, Chicago IL

Family: Sister Freedom, only here because she dragged him and now he's ... just... confused. No older family, has at least one child among the Hippies, Nisse with Passion ; and later in RY12 properly 'settles down' with Linda, Luke and Ruth are their children

Other: He's the straight-edge among the hippies, there to mostly keep track of his sister but now everything has changed

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 145, muscular but not remarkably so, pretty average overall, though with the events around them he's become a bit leaner than he had been before

Hair: Obsidian black, fine, straight, short as shown

Eyes: Silvery grey, might be blue but they hardly look like there is any amount of color at all, bit beady, usually somewhat accusatory or judgemental but then he deserves to judge

Appearance: Light tan skin with a good number of more or less recent scars; of note he has a very pleasant smell around him, he loves working with the coffee machines and roasters, and even though they're already surrounded by the stuff, he smells great.

Genetic Abilities: None overt, has a strong if latent Vortal bond with his sister Freedom and usually knows if she's in danger or pain.

Icarus Processing: none, though if he did have it done he may develop stronger telepathic or empathic abilities; highly unlikely to do so

Image Credits: Azalea's + Doll Divine Pixie
Skills or Profession: It's incredibly likely that Remi would have become an accountant or life insurance salesman. Instead, he's learned how to read maps, hop trains, avoid stampeding zombies and mantis men, fly a helicopter, tightrope walk, and finally learned to ride a dragon. He has absolutely no goddamn idea how he got to this point alive. He can basically learn how to do almost anything if he puts some effort into it, or if no one else seems able to do it.
Personality: If Remi was going into a career path it was cut short when his younger sister declared she was running off and literally joining the circus. He's had to think quickly, respond on his feet, and learn how to assess pretty much everything. He's good at it, he's kept folks from jumping in to danger, but he is certainly a worry wart according to Freedom. He will either remain the calm (... lol) sensible type, or at some point just snap, no one knows which.

Events or History: as above, he's been dragged here and there by Freedom and now Lane, but whatever. Just. Whatever. He's friends with a beautiful spicy smelling dragoness and he intends to keep the Grounds safe with her, whether his sister and the rest agree or not.

Has taken up residence near the Cafe on the Hill, helping with the processing and harvesting of the beans, fruit, and other goods. He knows where all of this stuff needs to go, as well, and works extremely smoothly with Daisy and the others down in the Mansion.

Dragon

Name: Cin (namon)
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: Medium-large 13' s / 62' l / 108' ws
Colors: face, limbs, wing arms dusty brown; all armor and other scales black; trim scales (*), horns, claws, and dorsal ridge spines blood red; wingsails black on back, black with tiny very bright white and red sprinkled stars that definitely shimmer and sparkle; eyes yellow and red, tongue black
Features: Nightwing
Powers: Winged Flight, she loves flying and enjoys it when she has guests to ride. She'll spend much of that flight listening to Remi's gasps and oohs and aahs, and has figured out just what he likes to see below. He can guide her very well, that map reading skill of his is nothing to laugh at! She can glide for hours, on a warm evening, though in chilly weather she does put out some effort. A large but well balanced dragon, she can lift a large truck worth of weight, or carry quite some people as long as they're close together or in a harness she can lift. Careful and quiet in the air, she prefers to fly at night, and let her coloration protect them.
Communication, as a Nightwing, she is able to sense and project thoughts, any intelligent creature, not just Vortally strong ones, can hear her. She speaks English and Draconic, but doesn't attempt to speak Vortigese lest she get it wrong. She seems to have a very good vocabulary.
(*) Empathy, she made the effort to become friends with Remi, as he seemed to really need someone to rely on and depend upon, since he was always the one who had to be the 'grown up' in his group. Even if he's not their eldest, he does seem to act that way, and she doesn't want him thinking that it's in vain. Cinnamon can sense emotions in humans and dragons, and to a lesser extent Vorts. At close range, less than 20 meters, she can influence these feelings, often with a shake of her wings and... maybe that smell they pick up is spice? She's good with distractions.
Fire Breath, her fire isn't all that hot or terribly dangerous to enemies, but it does 'burn'. Clinging to a surface including any living thing it hits, it will pop and fry, almost like acid but it's definitely just flames. She can accurately hit a human-sized object from around 50 meters, and given that she can blend into any dark surface pretty well particularly at night, she's often called upon to patrol in the dark. 50 meters is all she'd really need.
Darkness senses, even though she can clearly see in the day, all of her senses become more keen and tuned at night. Particularly under a new moon sky, but since Earth only has the one moon anyway her senses are often a little sharper overall because of it.
Parentage: Unknown Nightwings
Origin: Adopted from GuildKnight (HH) on Deviantart, Wings of Fire by Tui Sutherland
Other Info: Cinnamon arrived to the Mansion long before the Hippies and Carnies. She and some other 'coffee dragons' enjoyed helping clean up the surrounding areas and make sure that the Mansion itself was safer overall before anyone started living there.