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G i v e n N a m e:: Bronwen, I have no last name that means anything
O t h e r N a m e s:: Bron, Ivory, Daisy - and I will kill you if you use that
A g e:: Around six hundred now
B i r t h d a y:: The fifth of January
O r i g i n:: Iceland
S p e c i e s:: Bone Dragon
H a i r C o l o u r:: bone white, sometimes a bit ivory in color
E y e C o l o u r:: a pinkish-red, it depends on the lghting
H e i g h t:: 5'6"
B u i l d:: Lean, a bit muscular, but still feminine overall, with a slightly-large bust
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight
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C o l l a r:: chain or leather
C h a r m s:: star, book, cross bones, X
C o l o u r s:: maroon, purple, light blue, brown
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L i k e s::
☑ Nighttime
☑ large spaces
☑ flying
☑ sweet potatoes
☑ watching human shows
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Boredom
☒ Rude people
☒ Witches
☒ Flowers
☒ Cages
T a l e n t s:: I can use my sword with expertise. I have a decent grasp of several languages and am rather good at managing finances. I'm also rather good at killing.
Q u i r k s:: I pace when I'm angry, and only before I'm about to become violent. I have a temper that flares up quickly and I do little to quell it, as there is no need. I also hate gardens with a passion.
S k i l l s:: I can shift into my true form, a large white dragon, at any time I please. My sword comes to me when I call it, I need no sheathe. The flower in my eye closes if I am ill and will wither and die if I pass away, it is a physical representation of my health.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: You would think with my age I would be patient, but I rarely am. I can be when waiting for prey, but that is all part of the hunt. Dealing with other people, with mortals and other creatures alike, I have no desire to indulge their petty excuses and delays and rarely seek to deal with them. My temper runs as hot as my scales are cold. I have a fascination for mortal television shows, though, finding it curious how many of these creature manage to even survive past birth, let alone become what this world calls successful. Few things catch my interest, however, and I travel often, though return home always to remain safe and secure. I can be quite difficult to get along with, but if you manage to get on my good side it's rather hard to make me lose what tolerance I've developed for you - call it indulgence, I suppose. I'm fairly arrogant, quick to judge, but rarely wrong in my assessment of other people.
H i s t o r y:: I was the first bone dragon born to my clan in centuries and spoiled, even through the vicious training we all receive to survive. My kind hunts down sorcerers and magic-users, those who have turned to black magic, as we are one of the few creatures able to kill them without destroying ourselves as well. It was that ability that hurled me to my destiny, and ultimately to my own destruction, though one might say I live yet.
After decades of training, I reached adulthood and accompanied my uncle on a hunt for a witch living in the mountains near our home. She had fled judgement and sought refuge and we hunted her down before she could poison us all. The b***h was stronger than we had anticipated and she killed my uncle, left me bloody and dying. I was too stubborn to accept my fate and refused to release the hold on my sword, crawling towards her. Her mistake was to mock me, instead of simply finishing me off, thinking I was too weak to do much. With a final burst of energy I drove my sword through her heart - and she cursed me before she died. This damnable flower grew from my eye, a more excruciating pain I've never known, and I almost died myself there.
I dragged myself home, only to find myself an outcast. I was tainted by her magic and they did not know what might happen if I was allowed near them, or allowed to breed. And so I took my belongings and left to make my own way. I stole, I killed, I made a name for myself, and all the while I amassed a great deal of wealth. But after so long I grow bored and decided a companion of sorts would be most interesting to have. I can always kill them if they fail to amuse me, but I don't want a pet. I need someone strong enough to be a match for me. So I find myself on the hunt for a slave.
Color Me Fubar
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