Thought I'd bring back an older character, slightly changed after years of... old. lol

Name: Draco Tucker, Snr.
Gender: Male
Age: Seven
Appearance: Draco’s a Dragonite. He’s… oranger than your average Dragonite, and a bit portly around the gut after years of retirement. He’s often got a grin on his face for no apparent reason. Oh yeah, he's got an emerald embedded in his chest. Poor sod.
Clothing: Draco wears the same thing this Christmas that he wears every day. A cheap blue Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Sometimes he has a pair of sunglasses that seem to come from nowhere.
Personality: Though he used to be a battler, an actor and a member of PIB (he was Agent D, you know), Draco has been retired for a long time, and has since become a party-going alcoholic. He’s of Australian descent (starting now), so he might go on about cricket or something, if anyone could actually understand him. He’s a troublemaking slob, he’s none too bright, and he’ll get into fights for fun. He’s quite a charmer, no?
RPG: The Unown: Power of Evil, Pokémen in Black I & II
Bringing!?: Though he’s tempted to bring a garot wire or some brass knuckles to cause some mischief, Draco has settled on bringing a cheap bottle of rum with him. Half of it is gone already.
Other: I even attached a picture I drew mineself! I’m an artiste!

Draco
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I blinked a couple times as I trudged through the snow toward my destination. If I couldn't find the place soon, I planned on giving up and just crashing at whoever's house was closest. They were bound to let me in, for the holiday's spirit! Recalling that the invitation was in my large hand, I squinted and tried to read it.
Maybe I shouldn't have had that booze up this afternoon...

Regardless, I couldn't turn down a party. Free food, free drinks, free chance for me to pick up a lovely lady, perhaps. Hopefully they wouldn't realise that I wasn't supposed to be here; Tony had given the invitation to that goody-two-shoes little mongoose Fink, and I had to bash the little blighter along the way.
"And you didn't even have the decency to call!" I bellowed at my no-good creator, and was inexplicably whalloped over the head with a 2x4 in response.
"Crikey!" I grunted, rubbing my head.

Off in the distance, I spotted a large mansion. Was this the place? If not, it was where I was going to spend the night anyway. I flapped my wings a couple times, hoping to fly the rest of the way, but it was no use. These old wings were like Hawthorn. Bloody useless.
I could barely make out a person (Though the image was kind of blurry... Could've been a tree for all I knew) at the front door waiting.
"Makes sense," I muttered, and took another look at the invitation. Seems alcohol wasn't permitted, and I didn't want to cause a fuss, so I buried my precious rum in the snow, ready for me when I left. "I'm such a genius, me mum should've named me Clever..."
When I got to the front door, I found that the person waiting was a pretty-looking broad. Seemed alright, though that tail was a bit of a worry...

"Hello there, lovely." I said with a grin on my face, and was met with a glare colder than the snow around us. I doubt she understood what I had said, and assumed that she really didn't care, either.
I looked back at the door and frowned.
"Let us in!!" I bellowed, "We're bloody freezing out here!!"
I hoped that someone inside would understand, or at very least think it was a roar intimidating enough to obey. If not, this chick had a keg, I could just as easily party out here...