08-10-2019, 11:25 AM
Discord Id - Cinders#2130
Character Name - Nyre
Character Race & Sub-Race- Muiri, Otherkin/Winged Dragon
Alternate Graphic - 8406
Character Description - When not in her dragon form, Nyre appears as a beautiful, young Aelfeyn woman. Willowy and graceful, it is immediately clear that this woman prides herself on her appearance. Thick locks of silver fall over her shoulders to frame a noble face and her eyes are a shade darker than her hair, with flecks of darker blue within and long, dark lashes surrounding them.
When she is in her dragon form, she is a large, deep blue creature with the same intelligent eyes. Iridescent scales cover the powerful body of the dragon, a paler silver along her throat and the underside of her wings.
Shard Plot Line - Nyre would serve best as an advisor of some sort within whichever kingdom she joins (Unsure as of yet, probably Kraestret)
Special Role-play Ability - N/A
Previous World - A town known as Skargness, settled on the very top of a rocky peak.
Backstory -
Power is currency in Skargness, and Nyre's family had it all, for a time. For generations, her bloodline sat tall in the spires of the city and, as it often goes, they slowly became more and more soft, complacent, too arrogant to believe they could fall. Power always draws enemies; covetous creatures willing to do dispicable things to grab what they want. The fall from power was vicious and bloody and quick. In a single night, every member of the ruling bloodline of blue dragons was massacred - save the youngest. Nyre heard the screams of pain and terror as a single, loyal guard dragged her away from the keep, and she heard the eerie silence afterwards.
The panicked guard gripped her arm tightly as they wound through the streets, breathless and terrified, until at last he turned to face her. The fear on his face became forever etched in her mind as he spoke the last words she would hear from a familiar soul, "I'm so sorry, my lady." and turned to flee further from the death permeating the city. Alone, Nyre forced herself to push on, traveling further down the mountain away from the only home she had ever known until night fell and exhaustion forced her feet to still. Still not daring to shift, the young woman collapsed in a copse of trees to find rest, but when she awoke it was not the same trees she knew. They were unfamiliar but, with caution, she set out to explore.
Character Name - Nyre
Character Race & Sub-Race- Muiri, Otherkin/Winged Dragon
Alternate Graphic - 8406
Character Description - When not in her dragon form, Nyre appears as a beautiful, young Aelfeyn woman. Willowy and graceful, it is immediately clear that this woman prides herself on her appearance. Thick locks of silver fall over her shoulders to frame a noble face and her eyes are a shade darker than her hair, with flecks of darker blue within and long, dark lashes surrounding them.
When she is in her dragon form, she is a large, deep blue creature with the same intelligent eyes. Iridescent scales cover the powerful body of the dragon, a paler silver along her throat and the underside of her wings.
Shard Plot Line - Nyre would serve best as an advisor of some sort within whichever kingdom she joins (Unsure as of yet, probably Kraestret)
Special Role-play Ability - N/A
Previous World - A town known as Skargness, settled on the very top of a rocky peak.
Backstory -
Power is currency in Skargness, and Nyre's family had it all, for a time. For generations, her bloodline sat tall in the spires of the city and, as it often goes, they slowly became more and more soft, complacent, too arrogant to believe they could fall. Power always draws enemies; covetous creatures willing to do dispicable things to grab what they want. The fall from power was vicious and bloody and quick. In a single night, every member of the ruling bloodline of blue dragons was massacred - save the youngest. Nyre heard the screams of pain and terror as a single, loyal guard dragged her away from the keep, and she heard the eerie silence afterwards.
The panicked guard gripped her arm tightly as they wound through the streets, breathless and terrified, until at last he turned to face her. The fear on his face became forever etched in her mind as he spoke the last words she would hear from a familiar soul, "I'm so sorry, my lady." and turned to flee further from the death permeating the city. Alone, Nyre forced herself to push on, traveling further down the mountain away from the only home she had ever known until night fell and exhaustion forced her feet to still. Still not daring to shift, the young woman collapsed in a copse of trees to find rest, but when she awoke it was not the same trees she knew. They were unfamiliar but, with caution, she set out to explore.
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