Image Credits: Doll Divine Senshi 3 (flashpoint)
Some information yoinked from 'Apocalypse World'

Name: Gideon

Gender: Male, he/him, bi

Age/DOB: 20, born in Summer (placing him around 2 or 3 when the Mall's dragons arrived)

Origin: 'Somewhere East' of the Mall (likely 'Texas' whatever that was)

Family: Unknown, but had lived in a high-tech and well educated town's secure area

Other: Has been wandering since late teens, and very probably has sired children already

Height: Tall

Weight: Average weight and build

Hair: Short, wavy, brown

Eyes: Dark brown, average-sized

Appearance: Dark brown skin with a caramel tint, he has no visible scars, but he does have three tattoos - one on his back that even he doesn't really know exactly what it looks like, but one on each forearm which contain a list of ingredients and measurements of several medicines and anatomical information; he tends to wear grey toned scrubs and comfortable shoes though those things may or may not be available everywhere he goes (he has several spares of the outfits); his voice is clear, calm, and somewhat deeper than most

Abilities:
Aggression: -1 (he is drawn to battles purely to aid those in need of healing, not to pick a fight)
Coolness: +3 (and he does so just exactly at the right moment; he is sensible and seems to always remember what he's doing in the heat of a dangerous situation, he's 'cool under fire' as well as unwittingly suave and casual to be around)
Hardness: -1 (tries very hard not to get hit in those dangerous areas, because he is definitely not built for fighting)
Hotness: 0 (nothin' special, but hardly ugly; he does however have the benfit of being extremely important and 'saving a life' is considered quite hot in this wasteland)
Sharpness: +2 (while he's no great genius he is far better educated than most in this world)
Weirdness: +3 (shit happens around him that he sometimes cannot explain; he is extremely strong as an empath, but cannot control where or when this ability really surfaces if there are other weird things going on already)

Skills or Profession: Angel/Medic; a doctor, healer, or medic

Psionic and Metaphysical Quirks:
Sixth Sense - seems to be able to tell exactly where those battles are, just far enough away that he can avoid the direct conflict
Infirmary - he can use virtually any locale as an impromptu operating room, assessing injuries in a triage tent, and specifically can utilize actual facilities to their greatest degree
Professional Compassion - knows the many ways that people need help, and sometimes that's to not help at all until they ask
Battlefield Grace - unless the enemy is extremely aggressive, they somehow recognize that this medic needs to do his job so they can continue to do theirs; tends to be avoided by enemies and allies alike by gunfire, though whether that's because they notice him or because he's just that graceful while dodging bullets, who knows
Healing Touch - given a few moments to concentrate and collect his wits (and his gear) he is able to detect, assess, mend, and finish up all but the most major injuries. This is semi-psionic, if he can touch someone their superficial injuries such as scrapes and blisters simply vanish while he's doing other things for deeper wounds. Note though that if the person he's working on is also in any way psychic or psionically 'open', his mind will definitely open to their pain, their desires, and their hidden secrets if both of them aren't careful. He will warn someone that he knows is of such a bent before touching them, but often enough on the battlefield it's not possible to prepare
Touched by Death - in the moments when an unconscious patient is unable to resist, his mind will detect events or strong memories of the patient; but if someone near him dies while he's present, he will have a much stronger empathic burst of either a deep history of their travels and life, or psychometric information about their gear
Personality: Easily read, Gideon is kind of obvious when he's outside of his element; he's a touch on the nerdy side and his primary social experiences are all with family, or training in the medical center of his home town. He's not really shy but he lacks a lot of confidence in his non-medical interactions, so anyone who can read body language or facial expressions has a field day with his actions. He is kindly, but not to a fault - he knows that there are people in the wastes between towns and villages that would just as soon eat him as let him heal their injured companion, and he does pick and choose which side of a fight to start with when attending to battlefield injuries

Events or History: Gideon left his home town confidently but carefully. The area was absolutely not safe for those who didn't have their wits about them, and he was definitely among the keenest and most sensible folks there. As a training facility for paramedics, once upon a time, a lot of people from his town did this kind of walkabout, and it was his turn.

On his journey westward, he was joined by a strange creature, he wasn't even sure how it found him. But Gideon was in a word 'a good match' for a dragon with telepathic power and even magic. Not all of his kin or townsfolk had these gifts of psionic powers, but they were present in quite a few people overall - thanks to some odd interference by unknown people he'd only ever seen in dreams. Maybe it was the Dreamer who guided him, or Tylamadi to him. But the dragon had plans of his own and let Gideon know.

They would head west, not for a tremendously long journey but one that took a full year on foot. It could have been considerably shorter if not for all the fighting that drew both of them close. As a medic, and ... well, a shadow creature, since Tyla didn't really want to be seen openly just yet, he was to be respected. Because as in most times past, very distantly anyway, a battlefield medic was going to heal friend or foe alike, and that was what he did.

Gideon's touch felt blissful to some, but terrifying to others. Those who shared that odd mutation, opening them to the Metalink, some folks called it magic, others a maelstrom, others blasphemy. It was while they were moving slowly westward that Tyla explained: his sire was near, living with others like him.

"Like... like you? Like you?" Gideon was still a bit shocked. Rumors and strange fragmented memories, hints that there were other dragons in this world now came to his mind. Sometimes when he healed a person they had seen glimpses, they weren't just imagined things.

"I am obviously not imagined," Tyla chuckled as they walked. They shortly took to the air, and in one afternoon swept farther than Gideon could have walked in a week. Under their gaze, with the gold of the sun still illuminating the landscape around this odd mall and arena. There were dragons, over that arena.

One of them, dark and with feathered red wings, rose to greet them with a careful, quiet gaze. The dragons nodded to each other, and whatever they'd said was private. But when they landed, there was a group of people and even more dragons. Some could be heard from inside the arena, bellowing and growling, perhaps they were staging a fight, because it certainly wasn't a real one. His sense hadn't gone off.

The strange person who appeared a little later, standing by the dark and red dragon that was Tyla's sire, gave them the once over and seemed to talk to Daritonliath quietly himself. Eventually they would settle him into the medical center, perhaps he'd begin wandering once more, but for the moment Gideon and Tylamadi would remain at the Mall.

Dragon

Name: Tylamadi Filidechiroptidae (tie lah MAW dee)
Gender: Male
Size/Shoulder/Length: medium 11' s / 50' l / 60' ws ta
Colors: body soft black with rust colored belly fur; wing feathers, head fins and leg wing sails, heel and tail floof shiny copper; crest and tail spade shiny star-dappled rainbow; eyes orange-red; claws and spikes white
Features: Vatkari-Ryslen-Mutt, very cat-like in shape overall; compact body having a thick belly ruff; a long tail having a generous amount of floof as well as a strong spade; four legs with catlike paws, forelimbs have short remnant wings and small foot spikes; two feathered wings; head is boxy with several short horns on nose, jaw, and forehead; head fins and a tall crest, and large external ears
Powers: Winged Flight, a graceful and determined flier, and at his size he's good in stronger winds than some; can carry a reasonable amount on his velvet-feathered back, and is careful with any additional gear or patients that he may have to carry
Telepathy and Verbal Speech, Tyla is erudite and uses a good amount of technical terms when he's alone with his rider, but also can keep up with the local chatter - though he doesn't like rubbing it in, he is actually far more knowledgeable about those locals and their ways than his rider... His voice is very smooth and low, though he's been known to give off a raven-like croak or a screeching call; his mental voice is dark, so dark that it's nearly impossible to notice if he wants it to remain undetected... he can speak with his rider at great distances, though with others having telepathy he can chat with up to 100 miles away, and those without psionic talent at around 500 meters
Echolocation, a creature of the darkness like him needs a good way to get around without squinting - or without damaging his eyes by looking at a brightly explosive battlefield; he can sense the dimensions of a place, even an open-air area, by how it sounds, and uses this to move quickly to his rider's side; however he can also say that he 'speaks to the bullets' - his sense of hearing is keen but he can control his ability to sense their direction and speed, quantity, and the like purely by practice. He and Gideon have seen a lot more action than they let on, after all
Shadow Magic and Shadow Walking, when a battle is too pitched, when there's people needing to be rescued that cannot bolt for fear of being seen, he can manipulate any natural shadow as well as artificially create them out of nothing but his force of will. These shadows can often look merely like an extra smirch of ash on a wall - when they're really a family slowly making their way across a ruined town under the gaze of guards - or actually make them 'come to life' and scare off wildlife or dull witted people alike. His skill with this power is strong though generally close range, so he will need to be within about 500 meters of any action. However this increases radically when there are either very bright lights, or no light at all, to up to 2 miles. He can teleport between shadows as long as they are within about 100 meters or are within line of sight if farther away; if there are shadows, he can sense them enough to know whether it's big enough to move through and he can carry several people or gear with him on these trips
Fire Magic, a weak and rarely used skill, he is not confident enough in its use to just create fires, but he can use it to manipulate existing smaller flames such as candles, lanterns, and small campfires, to burst a spark into a full flame, douse a fire into embers, or mildly move them out of the way if a fire encroaches too closely for comfort. He uses it mainly to put out fires that are actually on people before Gideon reaches them to heal them
Parentage: Dam: Black-Yellow Vatkari Chiroptidae Desmodus + Sire: Black-Red-Sunset Daritonliath
Origin: Fur and Feather Frenzy Redux by Phe and Dray
Other Info: Quite a bit opposite of his mother, and harkening back much more to her own family which she'd abandoned, Tylamadi takes good care of his rider, and all that Gideon stands for; he is not in the slightest chaotic, but not a stick in the mud either, he just likes to get the work done before any play time starts. He felt that coming to the world where his sire resides was important - they need good aid here, and even if their world has improved, it's still decades away from being safe and sound