A nameless dragons design sheet

This started out as a doodle I did today at the end of my chemistry ISA, but I liked the head so I gave him a wing, then a body build, all he needs now is a name, here is a on-the-spot wrote description then some names,

He is a proud, strong dragon, born years ago in a small Irish village. His parents where killed by knighs but a man from a nearby village found his egg soon after and took it home. There, he hatched and was raised by all the villagers. He had small, stubby horns, and his back was as smooth as a finely polished gem, his wings were a shade of grey, transparent on his bright red skin. Due to not having a "proper" dragon diet, his groth was perminaly stunted, but he didnt see it as a problem as he could always stay with the villagers. He lived there over 100 years, doing meany things for the village, from helping with the grain feilds, to guarding the village from bandets that would strike the peaceful place. But over the years, storys were told, and they were twisted and turned into a terofing story of a village that was using dragons to fight and when word got to the current king, he paniced and sent out his best solgiers to kill the inhabitens and its beasts. One day, while he was out on a fishing trip with a young man who was the grandson of the person who found him, the men went into the ungarded village and killed them all. When hearing this, the man ran off to the village, with the dragon running right behind him, but the dragon soon fell behind. When he entered the village, he found death and desrtuction, and all at his loss. The houses that he had help to build had there doors and windows had been kicked in, the feilds that he had been carfuly working on woth his freinds, all burnt down to a feild of ash. He walked out of the front gates, now just piles of wood that had been pulled down with no real reason. He stepped out and was met with horror. All the villagers were sluped on the floor with perces through there chest. The man who he had been with mearly seconds ago was spralled over his wife and 2-year old girl. Anger rose in him, as his blood boiled and his instincs took over. He felt his skin ripping along his spine. Sharp, black, thorn-like spikes raised out of his back, pointed like the ones erupting from the tips of his wings. His head felt as though it was beeing pulled and reshaped as his horns were streached out os his head. He felt his muscles ripple and re-size as his whole body became bigger, stronger, dangerous. He opened his eyes, hell-bent on revenge, and started after the knights.

Well? He is one of a rare race of dragons that become there true form when they truely become enraged, and for this dragon, it will be forever.

Right it is now 23:00 and I want to go to bed, here is one of the names, they will all be in Gallican,

Corazón-Heart