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Since Rheonix brought it up, I realized we didn't have a character thread for Easy Access.

So, here is general information about the various dragons now serving at Tangmere:

Capricorn: Australian Venomspitter (NPC)
2 tons. Compact and tough, like all Australian breeds. Too small to evaluate durability properly.
Jebediah: Appalachian Smoke Devil
3-4 tons. Lanky and spindly (relatively speaking), but extremely flexible, with double-jointed wings and extra vertebrae.
Kunja: Victoria's Reaper (variant breed)
6-7 tons. Compact (barely larger than Jebediah), tough, and with a thick hide, harder to meaningfully injure given the size (that is not license to absorb blows from a heavyweight)
Godfrey: English Spitfire 9-10 tons.
Elongated, with a tail like a fluttering banner, and a serpentine body structure, vaguely oriental (Turkish, actually) in appearance. Somewhat fragile hide and internal structure compensated for by fire.
Fulminatus: American Reaper (NPC)
18 tons. Average proportions, with a hide that's been cured to varnished hardwood by scarring, age, and callous. Tough to kill.
Æquitas: British Malachite Reaper (NPC)
20 tons. Somewhat larger than his weight would indicate, average western proportions and damage capacity
Hermecritus: American Reaper/Texas Longhorn Crossbreed
30-32 tons. Slightly ill-fitted look to him (common among cross-breeds), as though assembled out of mis-matched parts. Average size, given weight.
Frostfell: Canadian Wendigo
32-35 tons. Lean and long, with a serpentine body that is in no way oriental looking, but resembles that of a lizard or snake. Thinner hide is compensated for with redundant layers of insulation (the thing lives in the arctic). Easier to draw blood, harder to actually injure.
Veritas: Russian Crimson Angel
40-42 tons. Compact and incredibly dense, no larger physically than Frostfell, but 5-10 tons heavier by weight. Hide like armor platting, redundant internal organs, capable of absorbing tremendous punishment, given the size.

Captain's Name: Judith McClung
Captain's Age: 'bout 16 (Military thinks she's older)
Captain's Description (physical and personality): While there's tons of stories about young girls running off to war pretending to be boys, no one could mistake Judith for anything but a girl. The Appalachian mountains grow girls right: curvy in the right places, fair of face, hair a shade too blond to be red, and eyes the same mossy hazel-green as the creeks and rivers she grew up around.
No one could mistake her for a lady either. Her voice, while sweet-sounding, has an edge tempered from growing up with two older and one younger brothers. It also has the slang and twang of the mountains, making her sound uneducated and hiding her quick mind. Book-learning she may not have, but she's got good common sense, and a strong sense of Right and Wrong.
To Judith, what Hitler's been doing is just plain Wrong.


Dragon's Name: Jebediah (aka "Jeb")
Dragon's Age: 50
Dragon's Breed: Smoke Devil
Dragon's Description (physical and personality): The Appalachian Mountains have a natural beauty as the low ridges roll to the morning horizon, fading from soft green to grey to a smudgy blue that can't be told from the sky itself, striped and swirled by the pure white of the early morning mists. Smoke Devils as a whole share this beauty, and Jeb's smudgy blue-grey body calls those distant rolling ridges to mind, and swirls and whorls of white curl up his sides like mist up the cliff-faces. Jeb sports far longer claws, including specialized claws positioned on the 'wrist' of his wings, allowing him to cling to the sandstone and granite cliffs that poke out of the thickly forested mountains. His lithe body, smaller than the famed Virginia Emerald, can snake through the tall trees and grasping underbrush of his home like the mists he's patterned after. A snake with wings might be the best description: low, compact, slender, and more deadly than he appears.
Like Judith, Jebediah speaks the peculiar slang of the mountains. He is hospitable and friendly to a point, but is more than willing to put 'high-falutin' snotty know-it-alls' in their place. Above all, Jebediah will give respect where it is due, but they have to show it's deserved first.
Jebediah is a very spiritual dragon; he's been washed in the Blood of the Lamb, baptized in water, and forgiven of his sins. He sings with the church, listens to the preacher, and has nearly memorized his battered copy of the KingJames that his first captain's mother gave to him upon his baptismal. One thing Jebediah believes with all his heart -- he will meet his former captain in Heaven.

Background: (Expect this to be fleshed out more in UserFiction)
Jebediah was found as an egg by a ten year old Jack McClung right around 1900. It was a lucky find, and how Jack got him home without cracking was a story in itself. Ripening in front of the fireplace, Jeb overheard not just Jack and his siblings horsing around, but also heard nightly Jack's mother reading out of her bible and singing songs during the day. When Jeb hatched, one of the first things he did after bonding with Jack was beg 'Maw' to sing to him again.

Jack and Jeb were inseperable. Jeb went to the one-room schoolhouse with Jack, went to church on Sunday with Jack, did his share of chores about the house... in short, Jeb was treated like just another of the family; Maw and Jack had no other idea how to raise him. As Jack grew into manhood, Jeb grew and learned with him, making money with a little bit of hunting, a little bit of farming, a little shine-running, and a whole lot of hard work.

Jebediah saw all Jack's children born: Thomas, Ronald, Margaret, Janette, Judith, and Keith. Judith, however, was the child that was always underfoot. From the minute she was old enough to walk, she followed Jack and Jeb like a tiny shadow, and as she grew she did her darnest to get out of 'girls chores' and escape to wherever Jeb was sunning himself. As she grew, he helped her learn her 'Three R's', sang with her, talked with her, listened to her rambling dreams, and generally formed a better bond to her than to any of her siblings.

Then came that mid-summer day when Jack took the girls berry-picking. Judith wasn't as careful as she should have been and startled a rattler. As she froze, Jack carefully moved in to grab her out of the way. The snake missed Judith, but struck Jack square. The girl's screams called Jebediah in, and Judith (being the smallest), helped Jack onto his back for a rapid flight to the doctor in town, several miles even as Jeb flew.

The doctor couldn't stop the venom. With help, Jack was brought out onto the doctor's porch so he could say goodbye. With Judith crying and blaming herself, Jack asked Jebediah to watch over the young 12yr old. The Bond was Passed.

Europe's war was making news, even in the hills and hollers of West Virginia. Judith watched the newsreels at the town theatre, and told Jebediah all about how this Adolph Hitler was taking over other people's countries and killing and burning. So, when Judith saw the first newsreel of "Britians Fighting Dragons", and word got around that the military was looking for dragon and riders, she packed her bag and flew Jebediah the furthest she'd ever been away from home -- down the Kanawha River to The City of Charleston to volunteer.

A railcar trip to a quick bootcamp came next, then a stop at New York Harbor for a scary trip over the Atlantic (she was seasick nearly all the way), and now Judith and Jebediah had been more or less smuggled to England as part of the Lend-Lease Program.

Lord help the Brits.

Captain's Name: Nathan Reynolds

Captain's Age: 44
Captain's Description: Six-two and lean, Nathan Reynolds is a sinister presence in any squadron. His blue eyes are usually concealed behind dark glasses or flying goggles and he always wears gloves and a mask. Even his crew is uneasy around him.

He is known to have been a dragon captain in World War I and is widely rumoured to have been downed and badly burned by a German (or Turkish, depending on who is telling the story) special weapon dragon. It is known that he has spent the interwar years in the Canadian military. Rumour has it he's called upon to do various dirty jobs when he's not training new fliers or participating in squadron actions.

Reynolds is a former chain smoker and a connosiuer of hard liquour, although he's rarely drunk. He also has a morphine habit, although it is proscribed by his physician. When not chemically compromised, he has an excellent reaction time and he's in good physical shape with extensive training and experience. His injuries have compromised his health, as has his drug habit, leaving him with a weak constitution. He tends to be acerbic in conversation and does not invite personal intimacy.

As a dragon captain he is a consumate professional and has trained a sizable percentage of Canadian dragon riders. It is presumed that his excellent rapport with dragons is the reason he was chosen to be Frostfell's captain.

Reynolds is known to carry a Thompson submachine gun everywhere when in a warzone and favor placing a 20mm cannon on his dragon.

Dragon's Name: Frostfell
Dragon's Age: 18
Dragon's Breed: Wendigo
Dragon's Description: Lean, bone-white, and muscular Frostfell is a consumate ambush predator who loves to hide in cloud banks before pouncing on his prey. Frostfell can be tempermental in dealings with his crew, expecting perfection from them in all their dealings with them. He has been known to buffet or knock them down when in a bad mood. Towards the enemy, he is lightning fast (by heavyweight standards anyway) and vicious, shredding humans and striking for the throat.

Like his captain, Frostfell says little. Despite his sometimes abusive behavior towards his crew, Frostfell tolerates no harm coming to them or his captain. They are his and no one elses. Frostfell is something of a sadist, a personality trait that only comes out when Reynolds isn't around to moderate Frostfell's worst behavior.

Captain's Name: Jonathan Taggart, Jr (goes by Jack)
Captain's Age: 19
Captain's Description: 5'11", brown hair, brown eyes, 160 pounds soaking wet. Jack appears to be the stereotypical male pilot, reckless, brash, cocky, also believes himself to be God's gift to women, though that is largely a front he puts up to hide that fact that he is scared out of his wits. While riding, he carries an American Thompson sub machine gun and a Browning HP pistol just in case.

Dragon's Name: Godfrey
Dragon's Age: 32
Dragon's Breed: Spitfire
Dragon's Descripition: Hatched in 1908 and bonded with Jonathan Taggart Sr., Jack's father. Served in the Great War, attacking ground targets and took down two Lightwieght enemy dragons, assisted in the capture of two midweights and a heavy weight, earning Godfrey and Jonathan the title of Flying Ace. He is agressive both in the air and on the ground. Having served with Jack's father, Godfrey is higly protective of his young rider.

Background: Born in 1921, Jack Taggart grew up hearing his father's tales about the Great War and going toe to toe with Jerry dragons. He grew up in a house on RAF Station Northolt in the woods of southern England, his childhood spent playing with the other boys at RAF Northolt. As the son of a British ace and another British pilot, Jack was always expected to be a pilot. Selected at the normal age as a Cadet, Jack excelled in training, showing a natural talent. Expecting to crew on a larger dragon for a few years before getting his own, he was quite suprised when Godfrey turned up and declared that they were now bonded. The Admiralty, not wanting to upset the Spitfire, agreed. That was two years ago. After more training, Jack and Godfrey are now taking part in the defense of their home.

Captain's Name: Jake Collington
Captain's Age: 22
Captain's Description: All of Jake's previous commanders sum up the dare-devil flyboy in these terms "A damn fool psycho that gets his job done damn well." And they are not far off the mark. The young jockey is a cock-sure madman who has recieved almost as many medals of valour as he has had taken away due to brash action. The stunning 5'10" pilot has been blessed with good looks that he rarely takes care of except when he's after a 'piece of tail', one of the few times he does not refer to a dragon. Jake has lived most of his life around more dragons than people, and as such has picked up some of the Australian breeds tendencies in his own personality, and often times finds himself more comfortable around the dragons than he does his own kind, something that puts off many from both sides.

Dragon's Name: Jack Kunja (Prefers Kunja)
Dragon's Age: 26
Dragon's Breed: Queen Victoria's Reaper (smaller than usual)
Dragon's Description: Kunja, as he prefers to be called, is a reckless and intelligent dragon as much of his breed is. The smaller dragon has an obsession with pushing himself to his limits, an obsession that is well met in his captain, who is also eager to test himself. Kunja gets into trouble as often as his captain does, often times the two do not need to be riding one another to still be able to cause enough trouble to cause many older captains to pull their hair out, but the results have been hard to argue with so far.

Background: Jake is the son of Francis Collington, a successful Dragon breeder in Australia, and as such Jake has lived much of his life around dragons and is more comfortable with the long-lived beasts than he is with their human riders. When Jake was five years old he encountered a young dragon that was being trained by his father that had been named Jack Kunja.

The two hit it off very well and when Jake turned 18, the dragon was given to him by his father, with both parties being all the happier for it. Jake has had a great deal of experience flying a number of dragons of many varying species, but never has he fit as well with a dragon as he does with Kunja. Kunja, being a relatively young dragon of the Queen Victoria's Reaper breed, takes a great deal of joy in Jake's almost insane love adventure and pushes himself to the limits to see how far he and Jake can really go. As such, the two decided to take up the profession of Barnstormers where they entertained citizens across Australia, and even in England once, for three years before Jake and Jack decided to join the armed forces and push themselves further than ever before against the Nazis.

On their first mission, the pair were told to disrupt the enemy formation and decided to do so with a great zeal. The pair rocketed up high into the sky, dissappearing from view for a full ten minutes before their flight saw them again, just as the fight was about to start, screaming down at an insane velocity from the sky. The pair juked between the orderly lines of the Germans, and as fire from Jake's sub-automatic tore into pilots and the flesh of the dragons they rode on some of the younger, less experienced captains broke formation to deal with the young upstart. As a result Jake's formation was able to decimate the enemy forces and Jake was first recorded to "Dragon dive" where the young flyer jumped off of his dragon as he was passing another larger dragon, managing to break three ribs on impact, but keeping his grip. He was able to take the dragon captive. For his rash actions and heroic deeds, Jake was both punished severely and praised mightely. Since then Jake has attempted only one other "Dragon dive", where he missed entirely and would have turned into a fine red paste if not for the quick actions of Kunja.

Captain's Name: Thomas Thibodeaux
Captain's Age: 29
Captain's Description:
6'3", 225 lbs, brown eyes, close trimmed black hair, african-american. Intelligent, friendly, quick-witted and very caring towards his dragon. Thomas is the third son of a family of Dragon Breeders from deep in the Louisiana swamps. They are, in fact, one of Louisiana's best known family - their dragons always being bred for intelligence and even temperments. Unlike most dragon breeders, The Thibodaux Enclave (as the farm is called) specializes in the American Reaper breed, as well as Louisiana's only native breed the Marais-Pecheur, the transplanted Fleur-de-Nuit, and the Mississippi Brownwater. After World War I, the Enclave has been approached by the U.S. Airforce to take part in a specialized breeding program to develop a new sub-breed of the American Reaper which would help expand the Air Forces ranks. Thus, the Enclave began breeding programs with a few Texas Longhorn's they were able to acquire from a friendly breeding family in Texas, and their own native Marais-Pecheurs. The result of this is the Longhorn Reaper.

Dragon's Name: Hermeticus
Dragon's Age: 6 years
Dragon's Breed: American Reaper (sub-species "Longhorn Reaper")
Dragon's Description: Being the product of over twenty years of breeding the crossbreeding of the American Reaper and the Texas Longhorn, as well as the "true breeding" of the various descendants of the original pairs, Hermeticus is the third generation of dragons under the breeding program. He measures 63' tail tip to snout, his scales a deep muddy brown color with large spots of yellow and red over the wings and back, and two large horns situated on his head - while not as strong as a Texas Longhorn's, more than capable of goring an opponent in a fight. The dragon weights in at a hefty 15 tons, making him just borderline for a middleweight dragon - and able to take on some of the smaller Heavyweight breeds on his own - a fact he takes in high esteem and likes to brag about on occasion. Hermeticus is quick witted, even tempered, and intelligent, even for one of the breeds of the Thibodaux Enclave. While a born fighter, he holds the ideal of duty above all else, and thuroghly enjoys his "liberty", curling up in warmth, being read to by his Captain, or even talking and joking with other dragons.

Background:
Thomas was born and raised around dragons, his family having inherited the Thibodaux Enclave from the original owning family when the last son died with no heirs. Thomas' family had worked the Enclave for generations, even before the Civil War - originally being owned by the breeder family - but given a good deal more liberty as the Thibodauxs never considered themselves slave owners, merely giving those who were "purchased" a chance at a good life and vocation - a family they could trust with their prized beasts as much as they. When the last of the last son of the fourth Generation owner of the enclave died without a heir, he gifted the Enclave to his most trusted worker, a man he considered a close friend, Thomas' great great grandfather - who out of respect, changed the clan name to Thibodeaux in his friends honor. Since he was able to walk and talk, Laurence helped with the chores around the Enclave, meeting with the breeding dragons - nearly all who looked as protectively over the family as the family did them. Thomas was especially drawn to the "special pens", where the family was breeding the heavy combat-middleweights. Thomas looked with awe, and as he grew older, spent more and more of his time with his father, learning about dragon breeding and spending his time with the Longhorns that where already born and growing.

Thomas was the first to find Hermeticus' egg after the mother dragon - a "true breed" Longhorn, laid him - a muddy colored egg with black and grey whorls upon it. Thomas called his father over, and the egg was transported to the heating sheds, to be kept warm in a ideal environment until it was ready to hatch. It took nearly two years for the egg to finally harden, and during that time Thomas was checking on "his find" daily, spending time reading to the egg by lantern-light in the evenings, and noticed the hardening of the egg. Thomas begged his father to let him be there when the egg hatched, and even if the dragon wanted, to let him keep him. Thomas' father relented after a week of near constant begging by his young son - knowing that the generation was to low for the dragon to be of any true use to the Air Force and for the desired traits to have bred true to make it a superior specimen.

Thomas was there when Hermeticus hatched, and the little dragon bonded with the teenager who read to him near daily while he was in the shell. They two were very nearly inseparable, during the first week Hemerius slept in Thomas' bedroom, close by his new friend and master, and when the dragonet grew to large to stay in the house, was moved outside to a close by pen.

Hermeticus grew quickly that first year, and Thomas and he went flying regularly once chores where done. They became a proficient team, and Thomas for the first time in his life, thought about joining the U.S. Airforce. The decision was taken from him when a Air force General came to check on the progress of the heavy combat-middleweight program when he saw Thomas and Hermeticus flying - he all but demanded that the dragon be sent for training. Inseparable as the two had become, Thomas insisted if Hermeticus went, he would go to.

His father finally assented, and while it was hard for Thomas during his training - racism played a huge role in his daily life out in the great wide world - he managed to pass with flying colors. Unfortunately, despite his high marks during training, Thomas and Hermeticus were constantly passed up for choice assignments, usually being regulated to the backwaters.

When the Second Great War began, and Britain needed volunteers, Thomas requested to be allowed to go with his dragon. His commanding officers finally agreed to allow him to go, seeing as a way to get rid of a problem they didn't want, and he and Hermeticus were shipped off to England.

Captain's Name: Alexander Braithwaite (formerly Alexei Panfilov)
Captain's Age: 26
Captain's Description: Tall, with brown hair that shows some reddish highlights in the summer. Alexander is cool-headed, patient, measured, clever, and has good reasoning skills - in short, an excellent tactician and attentive soldier.

Dragon's Name: Veritas
Dragon's Age: 22
Dragon's Breed: Crimson Angel
Dragon's Description: Colored a deep blood red, Veritas' temperament very much matches his captain - methodical, practical, precise, clever, and attentive. He doesn't carry himself with arrogance, unusual for a 35 ton heavyweight - but he isn't given to frivolities either, unless his captain's somehow involved. In size and weight, he's about typical for his breed - a light heavyweight, but very dense and powerful for his size, as well as more agile than one would expect.

Background: Veritas and Alexander (then Alexei) were simultaneously triumphs and tragedies of the attempted Communist Revolution in Russia, in 1917. The revolution breached the Tsar's palace in the latter half of 1918, about the same time as the Arkangel breeding grounds for the Crimson Angels. One of the caretakers for the breeding grounds, a man named Anatoli Stukov managed to make off with one of the eggs to hopefully save it from the fate the Red Guard had planned for all of them, which was to destroy them. Having no real idea what he was going to do with the nearly-hatched egg, he simply got himself as far as he could away from the breeding grounds without tipping the egg over in his wheelbarrow. However, when the egg hatched unexpectedly, there was only one small child nearby, which the dragon immediately imprinted himself upon - a four year old orphan named Alexei Panfilov, begging for food in the town square.

Anatoli felt somewhat relieved at this turn of events, being shocked out of his thoughts of being executed by watching the bond form between dragon and boy - but he knew that if they stayed in revolution-torn Russia, they'd both likely be killed. Knowing that a very important part of the bonding ritual between child and Crimson Angel was naming the dragon, he smiled for the first time since the Revolution began as he suggested the name Veritas - for he hoped the truth of what had happened in his country would survive. Though the boy didn't quite understand the significance of the name at the time, he nonetheless formally named the dragon Veritas, which the dragon responded to by nuzzling his newly-bonded companion affectionately.

After the ritual was over with, Anatoli began to panic as he suddenly remembered how quickly Crimson Angels grew. He calmed himself, and quickly led them to the shipyards. Both boy and dragon were smuggled out of the country, to eventually be set ashore in Ireland, with Stukov smiling sadly at them, watching the ship disappear into the horizon.

They were found by an old veteran of the RAF from the Great War named Michael Braithwaite, who happened to be a crew member for one of the more famous dragons. He took both in, hiding his shock once he recognized the dragon's breed. He taught them both proper Queen's English, and recognizing a twist of fate when he saw one, began to train the two in preparation for joining the RAF. It was then that the boy, fascinated by the old man's tales of the mighty dragons fighting in the Great War, changed his name at the old man's suggestion to its present form. "Besides," said Michael while chuckling, "you've already given your dragon a proper British name."

Once Alexei (now Alexander) turned six, the old veteran, having told them for the past year and a half that they'd lived with him all about the glorious RAF, was not surprised when a detachment of the RAF came to his door, inquiring about the unusual red dragon they'd heard reports about in this area. The enlistment officer, upon discovering the unusual circumstance of the boy being already a captain at a year younger than their earliest acceptable enlistment age, decided to push things a bit and enlist them both early, citing the law that private ownership of dragons was not allowed.

This extra time helped both Alexander and Veritas greatly, encouraging them both to soak up the gross and subtle bits of knowledge like a sponge, eager to learn all that they could. Both received specialized instruction on many topics to prepare them for eventual true entry into the RAF.

However, during this time the Communist Revolution was finally put down, and the Rominov Tsar regime was reinstated, with the current Tsar being Alexei III. It did not take them long to discover from Anatoli Stukov what had happened with one of their Crimson Angels' eggs, but their reaction was one that Britain did not quite expect. The Tsar formally requested that the Crimson Angel be repatriated immediately back to Russia, under pain of severing of all ties. After some talks and negotiations through both countries' ambassadors on the subject, among other negotiations already taking place, it was instead decided by both countries that the dragon simply not be used to breed. Immediately after that detail was negotiated, a letter from Anatoli was delivered through various channels to Alexander and Veritas, who replied immediately that they'd love to visit once the whole messy dilemma with the Nazis was over with. After regaining contact, they exchanged letters with fair regularity since.

When the two of them graduated and went on their first assignment, both had been hardened, sharpened, and honed to a fine point, the bond between the two stronger than ever. Both harbor a deep love of Britain, as the land that took them in and gave them a chance to excel after their homeland had thrown them away. Now, they've been reassigned to a new unit in Tangmere, and both are looking forward to the times ahead of them.

Retired Captains and Dragons:
(who may or may not return)

Dragon's Name: Waldwanderer
Age: 18ish
Breed: Northwestern Bonetail.
Captain: Richard Jürgen Niehuis.
Age: 28


Dragon's Name: Semmemnon Apollonius Tiece Tahalshia(His friends call him 'Sem')
Dragon's Age: 136
Dragon's Breed: Malachite Reaper
Captain's Name: Blackthorne Tahalshia
Captain's Age: 25
Gunner: Philedelphia Tahalshia.
Age: 22


Dragon's Name: Lydia (If you do not get the joke check Acts Chapter 16 verse 14)
Dragon's Age: 2 years old
Dragon's Breed: Nebraskan Amberback
Captain's Name: Paul
Captain's Age: 25

Now, gentlemen, I'm sure you recall the huge top-down view of the various dragon breeds in from the Temeraire Wiki. Since posting it will break the formatting, I'm going to spare us that this time around.

However, the picture does give us an excellent reference for the size of our dragons, although a top-down view may not give a proper idea of the actual mass, ie: built like a greyhound, a mastiff, or a brick shithouse.

Still, what we do have may be enough to help out. All numbers correspond to the numbers on the top-down view, but have no bearing on your dragon's actual coloring or looks.

NPCs:
Æquitas = #43 (the actual Malachite Reaper)
Capricorn = #4 (perhaps even smaller)
Fulminius = #1 (and probably nearly those colors)

PCs:
Jebediah = #20
Kunja = #9
Godfrey = #28
Hermeticus = #15
FrostFell = Tossup: #10 or #32 (I like #32 because Frostfell's described like a ferret)
Veritas = #22

My goodness, excellent work in putting this resource together! I've only a few comments on the size chart. As the chart was designed with other (more canonical) dragons in mind, some adjustments have to be made.

Æquitas and Fulminatus are both approximately the same size, with Æquitas being slightly larger. The Dakota (#1) is a light heavyweight or a heavy middleweight (by size at least), so consider both of the above dragons to be roughly the size of a malachite (#43). The Dakota's coloration is... very close to the American Reaper's, save that the American Reaper looks like someone took a brown dragon and sprinkled it randomly with rust, yellow, and purple paint. They are literally a mongrel breed, and consequently their coloration isn't quite as "standardized" as some others. I wouldn't, incidentally, use that term around Fulminatus :)

Capricorn is tiny, as small as the smallest Winchester. Call him the size of (#4) with the approximate coloration of (#15).

#20 works for Jebediah, save that the coloration is off. Jeb's color is a cross between #30, #5, and #7.

#9 works well enough for Kunja, a shade bigger perhaps. He's on the high end of lightweight, although compact more than most.

Godfrey would be about the size of #28, but with a longer body, and coloration that was a mix of that and #27. Spitfires are descended from the Kazilik after all.

Hermecritus is not a standard dragon, and it's hard to estimate what he would look like from all this. #15 is about the closest we're going to get, I suppose.

#32 actually is pretty close to what Frostfell would be. Less overtly oriental, especially around the face and head, and of course solid white rather than black, but the size is roughly comparable to what Temeraire would be. Perhaps a hair smaller than a Celestial. "Ferret" is a good way to describe what I'm going for with the Wendigo.

There is no dragon in the list that has the right coloration for Veritas (Maybe an un-striped version of #27). Crimson Angels are so-called for a reason. They're the solid color of human blood. Size-wise, they fall somewhere between #22 and #36.