BlueBrotheWyvern

In my bar, you could see a lot of Wyverns, and I’m quietly serving those who are coming up to me. Oh, hello, sir, care for a drink? As you sit down, you inquire as to who I am. Blue Bro, or Wyvern. Owner of this fine bar… and also a gamer, with interesting properties. Don’t ask… also, if you see a baby dragon around the bar, please take care, because I don’t know what it’ll do. Quietly, I pass you a Scotch. So uh… something to note is that I have a redwood/brass mace named Karma, and a hand cannon, too, both in my arsenal. Oh, and… well, basically the worst day to provide in the form of my Wyvern army, all of my ally Wyverns, as… I’m the leader of ‘em. Quietly, I slide over to a carving in the bar, sliding cards on and off of the carving as they burn out of existence, and in. Underhand’s one of my favorite card games, and uh… I actually love music, don’t get me wrong. Hence these high-quality headphones made to appear the same as my blue feathers. If you really want to learn how the Wyverns survived a disease that was the catalyst for Great Wyverns to rise, ask me later, please. But uh… anything else? You look over to Tally, and look back to me, asking who she is. Tally, she’s… she’s a friend of mine. And… hey, I didn’t tell you about any of the other Wyverns I know about. Over there’s Leo and Nine, Leo’s the tougher one, but he’s had a terrible past. Nine’s observant, though, the two men working pretty well. Well, Wyvern Men. And the… the Wandering Wyvern, or WW. He’s appeared in this place and that, having a strange anomaly of sorts. He’s learning how to control it, though… still. Now. Talk about yourself. I give you another Scotch and you spill out the details about yourself to me.