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NAME Authatreori | ﴿ |
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SPECIES Orchid dragon Dracolich | ﴿ |
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FLOWER Dracula Orchid | ﴿ |
➼ HEIGHT 6'6" ➼ WEIGHT Unknown ➼ EYE COLOUR Red eyes with black sclera ➼ HAIR COLOUR Black |
➼ GENDER Male ➼ SCALES COLOUR Blacks and greys with "poison" green set of markings ➼ BUILD Mesomorph ➼ HORNS Black with bone-white spikes along jaw and wing tips |
➼ SCARS None ➼ PIERCINGS None ➼ TATTOOS None ➼ AFFLICTIONS Undead |
➼ OCCUPATION Blood Mage ➼ PERSONALITY Warm, impulsive, curious ➼ LIKES New things, learning, discovering, tea, people who like to learn ➼ DISLIKES Stagnation, holy magics, healing spells |
➼ ORIENTATION Pansexual ➼ ROLE Dominant, though will switch ➼ SCENT Blood and orchids ➼ VOICE CREDIT TBD |
➼ AGE Unknown ➼ LANGUAGES Draconic, Common ➼ ALIGNMENT Neutral Good ➼ NICKNAMES Trey, Autha |
The dragon stood about six and a half feet tall at the top of his head, though the horns and ears certainly made him look taller. Wings were normally tucked in at his back, resting the knuckle-spike at his shoulders much like a mantle. The membranes of his wings appeared to be slightly tattered, likely due to age and combat that resulted in the membranes from healing fully, though all in all, he appeared to still have enough to be able to fly if he chose to. Flesh and scales were of black and grey, though he had some venomous green markings along his shoulders, tail, back, chest and sides. His eyes were a striking bloodred colour, floating in pools of black, though despite the almost sinister look to his eyes, they still held a sort of emotional warmth. A pair of large fangs protruded from his upper lip, marking him as potentially a blood feeder, though the fangs were quite large, and also gave the impression of sabretooth-like quality. His every-day dress was not quite extravagant, but he was quite well-dressed in a black and res suit preferring to keep a style that was moveable, but not sacrificing style for him. He did hold himself in a confident, and almost noble manner, but without the upturned nose towards others, preferring to see everyone as an equal, rather than being better than them. |
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River flows led by the wind First new breath, our journey begins OUR JOURNEY BEGINS | ﴿ |