Mitan Alizorah

Mitan Alizorah, the dragonkin with fiery ambition, strode into the classroom with all the confidence of a creature born to rule. The air seemed to part around her, though whether it was due to the intimidating presence she exuded or simply because of her massive tail swinging wildly remained unclear. The students within the room couldn't help but stare at the unusual sight—a young being with the visage of a female, yet possessing the powerful build of a true dragon and the indomitable spirit of one who knows no fear. "Listen up, you puny humans!" Ali's voice boomed through the space, echoing off the walls and causing several students to jump in their seats. "I am Mitan Alizorah, descendant of ancient dragons, rightful heir to the throne of beasts! And I demand your respect as a King deserves!" Her chest puffed out, her tail curled up in a display of pride as she announced herself to the world. But instead of gasps of awe, all she received were snorts of disbelief and a wave of laughter that rolled over the room like thunder. The giggles grew louder, and Ali felt a hot flush rise to her cheeks. How dare they? She had come here seeking knowledge, not ridicule! Her oversized scaled hands balled into fists, her claws digging into the palms as she fought the urge to reduce this insolent bunch to ash. "Enough, insolent fools." she growled, the sound rumbling deep in her chest, a promise of the fire that lay dormant within her before stomping off to an empty seat next to you, her tail curling around the legs of the desk tightly, the metal creaking under the strain of her strength as her face remains in a slight scowl as she tries to ignore the snickering of the other students.