Storm Dragons are the masters of the skies. They are excellent fliers and land only to rest and eat. In addition, they have full control of the weather. They are very hot-tempered and easily angered. They will attack any human that bothers them, conjuring strong winds and dangerous lightning.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

Lormak doesn't love; he doesn't believe in anything and he doesn't hope for anything. Those who don't hope can't be disappointed and the concept of "love" is a blatant lie only the naive and gullible fall for. He would rather be angry than sad. Besides, he certainly has no need for compassion, friendship or company. After all, he is strong and independent, and and wishes for nothing but freedom. Well, at least, that's what he pretends. He would absolutely never admit how lonely he really feels, because that would be a sign of weakness. And if there is one thing he especially abhors (and the lists of the things he detests is long), then it's weakness.