Might as well add a bit to the backstory on this guy, and Adasa in general:
The island of Adasa is an isolated place. Some say it is merely a myth, an old legend used to tell the most farfetched of stories. Others say it is a place untouched by any civilization, a land ruled by the primal instinct and bestial minds of monstrous beings. Only few have ever come to know the truth. The island is a land that was untouched by any civilized hand for centuries, until a small group of villagers arrived there in an act of exploration. It did not end well, as none of the brave pioneers returned. Years later, the brave Kivoda led a small team to search for any left alive.
They barely made it out alive. No signs of the explorers were found, and no one involved in the mission would ever wish to return. One of the villagers involved wrote about the terror that led them to evacuate in a dairy, now used as the official document regarding the expedition.
We encountered a large, reptilian creature. It's scales were a bright red, it was armed with the sharpest of claws and the strongest of tails, a threatening display of two large horns on it's head to top off it's nightmarish appearance. We stood no chance against such power. It was as fast as a herd of Sand Racers, as mighty as thirty protectors, and possessed a scorching fire breath as heated as the core of the Mountain of Inferno itself. After we set sail away from the creature, we all knew it was behind this. It is, no doubt, a beast who relishes in death and chaos. We dubbed it "Rannotitan", Titan of Suffering.
THERE YA HAVE IT. Thats the story. Small, I know. Like it?