Post by Mirai on Jan 2, 2014 0:17:02 GMT -8
Name: Mirai
Age: 476
Class: Manakete (Ice) [5]
Appearance:
Human: For all intents and purposes, Mirai has the physical appearance of one who takes their physical appearance far too seriously. She's a beautiful woman no doubt, an almost uncanny representation of a high society lady. Her figure is tall and lithe, the woman coming out at an above average six feet and filled out in all the right places. Her face is almost always set in some self satisfied smile, her violet eyes sharp and calculating and oh so very judgmental. She has a small nose, full lips and sharp features that give her quite a severe look. Mirai's hair is a long, silky affair that runs down past the middle of her back, to say it shows painstaking care would be an understatement. She's commonly seen wearing extravagant dresses, but only those that are 'in' with the right crowd of course, owing to some kind of wealth and a simply (far) too rich taste. She wears several sets of jewelry on her person at any one time, from golden earrings or hairpieces to large stones on her fingers.
Dragon: Compared to the sheer extravagance of her human form, her dragon appearance is far less bombastic. She's large compared to humans, but to most dragons she's a bit on the... small side. The impressive (to humans) scaly beast comes in at around 27 feet and under 11 tons. Her back is covered in pale, ice blue scales that glint and shimmer in the light like ice, the thick 'armor' jagged and razor sharp as if made of glassy ice. Her belly is snow white, covered in more smooth, reptilian scales that seem to almost always look moist. Her skull is adorned by a series of horns, no less than six pairs that jut from above her eyeridges and curve back ram like to under her her chin, each set growing larger and larger towards her neck. Her slit eyes are a menacing cyan blue, and her razor sharp, almost icicle like teeth, do much to make up for her relatively diminutive stature. Her wings are also on the small size, fitting enough for a dragon of her stature and nothing to particularly write home about.
Personality:
To put it simply, Mirai has an ego problem and a hubris the size of all of Elibe. She was never the biggest, or the strongest or the fastest of the dragons, but she was always the most prideful and attentive of her appearance. She's exceedingly haughty around members of her own race, quite commonly talking a bigger game than she can play and proving to be quite the arrogant little girl at times. Poised, posh and always assured she's positively perfect is her way of life. And that's only in interactions with her own kind. She's always been a queer case with humans, always finding their drive and ambition and short little lives to be so amazingly interesting. It always stunned her the passion that they displayed, the fire in their veins, the speed of their action and just how much more alive they were than dragons. But that's not to say she envied their little existences, in fact, she really sees most humans as nothing more than playthings for her to play with, to poke and prod and twirl around her finger to feed her voraciously hungry ego.
Backstory:
Mirai did not have much of an eventful early life, born to two ice dragons in the far reaches of Northern Elibe as the runt of the clutch. Those first years were spent with fighting over scraps with her siblings, getting into fights with her siblings, doing awful things to her siblings in their sleep and all around torturing her siblings at any turn she got if only because she was the smallest and she wasn't going to take it laying down. But sadly, all good things must come to an end, and young Mirai departed her father's domain and entered the harsh world on her lonesome.
It wasn't particularly rough living, and the sense of adventure did enough to quell the youthful dragon's ever burning all encompassing ego. She followed the barbarian tribes, met with her kind, got in a few scraps here and there and even slipped her way into a Taguel camp or two to hunt down dark beasties. But, through all of her wandering, and killing, and pilfering (to say she used her size and power to bully around the odd human or two would not be far from the truth) she never really had a purpose, or any kind of draw to a life or territory of her own, that is of course, until her eyes fell upon Arcadia for the first time.
It was love at first sight, the massive golden walls, all of the colors and the people and the beauty of it all drew her in, and she entered the city to never leave the same woman again. She took to the city like a fish in water, first slipping into the lower classes of humans, and then into the merchants, with each new human 'friend' and acquaintance she sharpened her tongue and wit. Of course, she never did care much for those she stepped over on her climb up the golden city, the thrill of scaling the social ladder by leaps and bounds was all she ever needed! It would take her fifty years, and more than a few identities in different parts of the city until she was a veritable expert in manipulation and speech craft. And truly, it suited her, nothing made her feel more empowered than snagging a human with her charms and gently guiding them to fulfilling each and every one of her little whims. And this power hungry obsession is what lead her into the high life of Human society in Arcadia.
And that is where she has sat for a hundred years, a woman of many names and disguises, from a rich noble's consort, to widow, to lady of the court. She holds no real sway beyond her gaggle of gossipers and the 'well to do' of the upper rung of society. But really, what are real politics in comparison to the intrigue and mellow drama of those with means above others?
Age: 476
Class: Manakete (Ice) [5]
Appearance:
Human: For all intents and purposes, Mirai has the physical appearance of one who takes their physical appearance far too seriously. She's a beautiful woman no doubt, an almost uncanny representation of a high society lady. Her figure is tall and lithe, the woman coming out at an above average six feet and filled out in all the right places. Her face is almost always set in some self satisfied smile, her violet eyes sharp and calculating and oh so very judgmental. She has a small nose, full lips and sharp features that give her quite a severe look. Mirai's hair is a long, silky affair that runs down past the middle of her back, to say it shows painstaking care would be an understatement. She's commonly seen wearing extravagant dresses, but only those that are 'in' with the right crowd of course, owing to some kind of wealth and a simply (far) too rich taste. She wears several sets of jewelry on her person at any one time, from golden earrings or hairpieces to large stones on her fingers.
Dragon: Compared to the sheer extravagance of her human form, her dragon appearance is far less bombastic. She's large compared to humans, but to most dragons she's a bit on the... small side. The impressive (to humans) scaly beast comes in at around 27 feet and under 11 tons. Her back is covered in pale, ice blue scales that glint and shimmer in the light like ice, the thick 'armor' jagged and razor sharp as if made of glassy ice. Her belly is snow white, covered in more smooth, reptilian scales that seem to almost always look moist. Her skull is adorned by a series of horns, no less than six pairs that jut from above her eyeridges and curve back ram like to under her her chin, each set growing larger and larger towards her neck. Her slit eyes are a menacing cyan blue, and her razor sharp, almost icicle like teeth, do much to make up for her relatively diminutive stature. Her wings are also on the small size, fitting enough for a dragon of her stature and nothing to particularly write home about.
Personality:
To put it simply, Mirai has an ego problem and a hubris the size of all of Elibe. She was never the biggest, or the strongest or the fastest of the dragons, but she was always the most prideful and attentive of her appearance. She's exceedingly haughty around members of her own race, quite commonly talking a bigger game than she can play and proving to be quite the arrogant little girl at times. Poised, posh and always assured she's positively perfect is her way of life. And that's only in interactions with her own kind. She's always been a queer case with humans, always finding their drive and ambition and short little lives to be so amazingly interesting. It always stunned her the passion that they displayed, the fire in their veins, the speed of their action and just how much more alive they were than dragons. But that's not to say she envied their little existences, in fact, she really sees most humans as nothing more than playthings for her to play with, to poke and prod and twirl around her finger to feed her voraciously hungry ego.
Backstory:
Mirai did not have much of an eventful early life, born to two ice dragons in the far reaches of Northern Elibe as the runt of the clutch. Those first years were spent with fighting over scraps with her siblings, getting into fights with her siblings, doing awful things to her siblings in their sleep and all around torturing her siblings at any turn she got if only because she was the smallest and she wasn't going to take it laying down. But sadly, all good things must come to an end, and young Mirai departed her father's domain and entered the harsh world on her lonesome.
It wasn't particularly rough living, and the sense of adventure did enough to quell the youthful dragon's ever burning all encompassing ego. She followed the barbarian tribes, met with her kind, got in a few scraps here and there and even slipped her way into a Taguel camp or two to hunt down dark beasties. But, through all of her wandering, and killing, and pilfering (to say she used her size and power to bully around the odd human or two would not be far from the truth) she never really had a purpose, or any kind of draw to a life or territory of her own, that is of course, until her eyes fell upon Arcadia for the first time.
It was love at first sight, the massive golden walls, all of the colors and the people and the beauty of it all drew her in, and she entered the city to never leave the same woman again. She took to the city like a fish in water, first slipping into the lower classes of humans, and then into the merchants, with each new human 'friend' and acquaintance she sharpened her tongue and wit. Of course, she never did care much for those she stepped over on her climb up the golden city, the thrill of scaling the social ladder by leaps and bounds was all she ever needed! It would take her fifty years, and more than a few identities in different parts of the city until she was a veritable expert in manipulation and speech craft. And truly, it suited her, nothing made her feel more empowered than snagging a human with her charms and gently guiding them to fulfilling each and every one of her little whims. And this power hungry obsession is what lead her into the high life of Human society in Arcadia.
And that is where she has sat for a hundred years, a woman of many names and disguises, from a rich noble's consort, to widow, to lady of the court. She holds no real sway beyond her gaggle of gossipers and the 'well to do' of the upper rung of society. But really, what are real politics in comparison to the intrigue and mellow drama of those with means above others?
