Yhmera
Lok'Tar
Character Name: Dahlia Linhro
Race/Species: Song Dragon
Gender: Female
Age: 312
Career/Class: Bard, Songstress, Healer
Weapons:
As a woman she stands 5'4. Dripping wet she might weigh a grand total of 128 pounds. Maybe. Making her a slip of a woman. All soft curves. Tendrils of long platinum hair fall down around her shoulders and curl at the ends. Colorful strips of ribbon are laced in the hair sporadically to keep it back out of her face. Smooth alabaster skin seems to go well with the white hair. Nomadic blue eyes shine like diamonds against the muted colors of her skin and hair.
As a dragon she is a rather impressive sight. Almost 20 foot long in length and about 10 feet tall. Her wing span is about 40 foot. All white scales with a golden accent. Unlike other dragons she has 4 wings and tuffs of fur around the base of her wings, neck, and tail.
Armor:
Dragons. Known for being big mean man eating monsters. And one could almost say that was true about Dahlia. Well no, not really. As a human she is voicetress and outgoing. Like she is more comfortable with herself. Always putting on a show. This also means she rarely lets anyone get close to her or know her true self. Always pretending she doesn't care about much. Often times it leads her to feeling rather lonely and isolated, even when she is surrounded with people. Although the hand full of people who she has truly befriended have seen that rare caring and selfless side. The dragon in her loves shiny things. Anything that glitters. Can come off rather greedy since she is often times unwilling to part with anything she calls treasure. This causes her to become easily distracted and trying to procure new treasures.
Goals:
Simply wants to travel and see the world. Collecting as much treasure as she can along the way.
Background/History:
Song dragons are the only known dragon that doesn't need to cast a spell to change shape. They naturally have a humanoid form that they can take at will. Dahlia has always been a little different. Even for a dragon. Especially for a dragon. Preferring her human form over the dragon one. Maybe it's because being human tends to be safer than being a dragon. Or maybe it's because she can pretend for a brief moment that she isn't all alone.
Most dragons live a very solitary life after hatching. Song dragons however normally stay with another of their kind until they've mastered the art of performance. Only as a hatchling, Dahlia found herself all alone. Dragon Slayers had come and killed everyone and took the egg for when it hatched. Hoping to sell off the baby dragon to the highest bidder. However she wasn't going to make it easy. As soon as the first person let their guard down around her, she escaped. Once far enough away she took human form and tried to stay in human form as much as possible.
Growing up all she ever heard were tells of how evil dragons were. How people hunted and slayed them for alchemy parts and money. A part of herself started to hate that she was born a dragon. In turn she decided to never reveal her other form if she didn't have to. Staying on the move if fear of being found out. Trying to keep her greed under control.
Race/Species: Song Dragon
Gender: Female
Age: 312
Career/Class: Bard, Songstress, Healer
Weapons:
- Dagger
- Any instrument
As a woman she stands 5'4. Dripping wet she might weigh a grand total of 128 pounds. Maybe. Making her a slip of a woman. All soft curves. Tendrils of long platinum hair fall down around her shoulders and curl at the ends. Colorful strips of ribbon are laced in the hair sporadically to keep it back out of her face. Smooth alabaster skin seems to go well with the white hair. Nomadic blue eyes shine like diamonds against the muted colors of her skin and hair.
As a dragon she is a rather impressive sight. Almost 20 foot long in length and about 10 feet tall. Her wing span is about 40 foot. All white scales with a golden accent. Unlike other dragons she has 4 wings and tuffs of fur around the base of her wings, neck, and tail.
Armor:
- Leather if any
- Normally dressed in casual traveling garb. Sage green corset with a cream shirt or over coat. Light brown pants with boots that fit snugly up to her knees
- Performance (Highly Proficient): Performance is a key skill for all song dragons. Making it easier to blend in with the people around her.
- Persuasion (Moderately Proficient): What kind of bard would she be if she couldn't talk her way out of a few scrapes. She would rather sing it out if she had a choose. But fighting isn't her forte
- Healing (Somewhat Proficient): Although she doesn't work as a healer, it's a skill all song dragons know. Could be a stronger healer if she worked at it a bit more.
- Acrobatics (Somewhat Proficient): Dancing and moving around during a performance. Changing shapes. Some level of Acrobatics is needed.
- Athletics (Somewhat Proficient): She isn't really the athletic type. But it does take muscle and endurance to fly. Just don't expect her to go chasing down a person or wrestling a man in human form.
- Dahlia only keeps on her a few bags to hold shiny things that she's collected, a few extra strings for her lute, and that's about it.
Dragons. Known for being big mean man eating monsters. And one could almost say that was true about Dahlia. Well no, not really. As a human she is voicetress and outgoing. Like she is more comfortable with herself. Always putting on a show. This also means she rarely lets anyone get close to her or know her true self. Always pretending she doesn't care about much. Often times it leads her to feeling rather lonely and isolated, even when she is surrounded with people. Although the hand full of people who she has truly befriended have seen that rare caring and selfless side. The dragon in her loves shiny things. Anything that glitters. Can come off rather greedy since she is often times unwilling to part with anything she calls treasure. This causes her to become easily distracted and trying to procure new treasures.
Goals:
Simply wants to travel and see the world. Collecting as much treasure as she can along the way.
Background/History:
Song dragons are the only known dragon that doesn't need to cast a spell to change shape. They naturally have a humanoid form that they can take at will. Dahlia has always been a little different. Even for a dragon. Especially for a dragon. Preferring her human form over the dragon one. Maybe it's because being human tends to be safer than being a dragon. Or maybe it's because she can pretend for a brief moment that she isn't all alone.
Most dragons live a very solitary life after hatching. Song dragons however normally stay with another of their kind until they've mastered the art of performance. Only as a hatchling, Dahlia found herself all alone. Dragon Slayers had come and killed everyone and took the egg for when it hatched. Hoping to sell off the baby dragon to the highest bidder. However she wasn't going to make it easy. As soon as the first person let their guard down around her, she escaped. Once far enough away she took human form and tried to stay in human form as much as possible.
Growing up all she ever heard were tells of how evil dragons were. How people hunted and slayed them for alchemy parts and money. A part of herself started to hate that she was born a dragon. In turn she decided to never reveal her other form if she didn't have to. Staying on the move if fear of being found out. Trying to keep her greed under control.
Fandralore, the last town anyone might see for a while if traveling on past this point. The town itself was gorgeous with shingle rooftops, pine wood walls and fields of golden grains waving for as far as the eye can see. To the south luminous blue sky fades into a dreary gray as plumes of smoke from the volcanic mountains soar upwards in hopes to block out the heavens. As the mountains travel more to the west they become more glacial with white and blue snowy tops. The north however is much flatter with towering trees stretching up as high as they can. Which takes us back to the rolling fields in the east.
Dahlia wasn't sure where she was going. Just as long as she was moving was all that mattered to her. That and collecting her coin. The Dwarven greed had nothing on the young dragon. chasing after anything that glitters. Finds ways to help people part from their coins. Although after being in the town for a week she had pretty much warmed out her welcome. Thankfully there was a caravan about to leave. Last time she tried to head out, she was attacked by bandits. Yeah, fighting back was an options. However giving herself away was not. Nothing worst then a bunch of half cocked dragon hunters on her tail. Literally. Thankfully there was rumors that a fighter or two might be joining this join.
The woman only looked to be in her twenties. With her platinum hair pulled back into a braid. Having it pulled back made travel easier. Dressed in brown leather pants and matching corset. With a green undershirt. Knee high boots and bracers completing the attire. Quietly she sat at the bar in the local tavern, slowly strumming her lute as she waited for the ground to get ready to head out. The lingering odors of ale, sweat, and fresh bread left an interesting aroma hanging aloft. An occasional moment of humming or a few stray lyrics left her lips as she thought over her next destination.
Maybe it was time to pick a place and start building her lair? God, she hated that thought. why did a dragon have to live in a den or lair when everyone else got to live in a home? Surely it shouldn't be an issue if she called it a home as well? That's what it would be, her home. With her piles of horded treasures she'd been collecting over the years. Although she has shared some on the rare occasion. Most of it was squirrelled away for another time.
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