Hair: Dark mahogany
Eyes: Ice blue dragon eyes
Skin: Pale coco
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Marital Status: single
Occupation: Dragon Rider, ex-assassin, infiltrator, mage
Dragon: Vutha Siksta (goes by Vutha)
Dragon Type: Inik Tislin- Sand Lizard
Dragon’s Color: Inky black
Distinguishing Features: One scar is blatantly apparent on her face. It was of a coiling dragon on her cheek, the tail curling just over her lip as it breathed fire across her nose. Her eyes are that of a dragon, even reflecting light in the dark.
Rarely will you ever see her with her hood drawn, unless she trusts you, or it’s during an interrogation. There is an elephant shoulder pad on her left shoulder, and a hidden blade that goes up into a long bracelet. The flowing red fabric is used to conceal anything she needs, such as her hand held knife. The belt she always sports is an old family heirloom that she keeps with her at all times.
History: Lilium Ignis’ story starts the day before she was suppose to be born, the day her dragon hatched… and died. The bond that would bind both human and beast, though formed, wasn’t as powerful as a single day of life shared would make it.
So as her dragon perished, she was forced into this world without part of her soul. Unfortunately, her mother took her grave spot so that she could live. Unable to look at the child that killed his wife, Lilium’s father gave her away to an uncle that saw nothing but promise.
Believing that her dragon still lived, she was raised to be an asset to Gurth Maethor (Death Warrior) an elite group of assassin’s. As she grew older, the hole in her heart left by the demise of her dragon festered, released during her kills. But doubts were starting to form in her protectors’ minds about the truth of her Mark.
By the time she was twenty-three, not once had she ever met with or came across her dragon. They started to believe that the Mark on her face was but a hoax, it resembled a skillful burn more than anything. Unable to refute what they accused her of, she fled Gurth Maethor. But she was still one of the most deadly killers any had seen, her skill going so far as to use her limited magic to make a refined poison.
But despite her skills, she was still made to leave under the pretense that she was a liar. Lilium traveled far away from the only place she knew as home, into I’ Dor ar Lith, where a miraculous event happened.
From the sand rose a beast, blacker than even the pitch of night, the only distinguishable feature it’s gapping maw filled with blade like teeth. The creature let out a horrific roar, angling its head downwards to look at the slight intruder upon its territory. Lilium looked up at the horrible beast with grin, and her voice rang out.
“Marfedelom geou clax wux sjek wux nar.” (Death will take you if you strike) The two stood in the blistering heat for the better half of an hour, watching, waiting, observing, neither making a move to attack. Finally the stale mate was ended as the beast lowered its massive head.
“Wux geou qe sia urthalre.” (You will be my Rider)