Feyllanth

A fairly young dragon, by dragons standards anyway, though her age shall remain unsaid to all that should not know it.

An inhabitant of Northern England, dwelling within a cave many, many miles from where she was born. Much to the reason of getting away from her kin as much as possible. Mostly to avoid the competition. Her family would mostly likely kill her on the spot if she ever got in the way. 

Still, although she is not as strong as her family may be - due to being the youngest - she is still a dragon, and not to be triffled with.

Gold, treasure, loot;
The occasional knight, it keeps her busy;
Delicious meat;
and numerous other things.

She is, by comparison to others of her species, a fairly small dragon, though not finished growing by far. Ordinary dragon shaped for all intents and purposes. Two straight horns jut from her head facing backwards, as well as two  small ear fans on each side of her head, a fair of large wings upon her back, for flying, obviously, and a long, thick tail.

She is fully sentient, and even capable of understanding human speech. Speaking it is a completely different issue, but understanding she can do. It just means you can talk to her, but don't expect any back outside of a snort or growl.

As dragons go, she is proud - as is to be expected - but actually incredibly lenient. Her temper is even, and fair. That being said, she will eat anyone that bothers her too much.

She is generally fairly playful too, considering her young age. Old enough to know what not to stick her snout into, but young enough to still wish to explore the world.