Spitfires are a desert breed of dragon. Their dull brown bodies contrast with their brilliant turquoise markings, and they only blaze brighter when these dragons fight. Spitfires are notorious for their territorial natures, and the wing-edges of most are ripped and tattered before their first year is out. Spitfires are also noteworthy for their brilliant blue fire, which is used not for hunting or fighting, but rather for making glass caves from the sand, in which the dragons can soak up the sun.

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.

Sweeney Todd is one of the many dragons rescued and nurtured by the wide ranging clan of humans founded by AnselaJonla. His egg was found in the desert sands and taken to a hatchery to be raised.

Once he matured, he found his lifemate, a Ridgewing dragon, among the other AnselaJonla dragons.

Sweeney Todd is, of all the strange things, a barber. He very carefully uses his tail to grip an extremely sharp straight-razor, which he uses on his human clients. He'll also do nail trimmings, mane clippings and the odd spot of dentistry.

He has a secret loathing for all life, however. He believes that everyone, including himself and Mrs Lovett, deserves to die. Not one dragon, or ten dragons, or a hundred can assuage his hatred for life.

The occasional disappearances of his clients is totally coincidental, everyone is sure.

Sweeney and Mrs Lovett can often be found dancing and singing together. It's best to ignore what they're saying at these times. It's all nonsense.

Honest.