Yeeeah, just gonna be putting some of my character stuff here.
Mostly for my little dragon.

Because she's awesome.

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Sorcha is tall, giving off a regal air of sophistication and nobility. She stands at a tall 5'9", dwarfing most of the men she has ever met. Her splendid white hair brilliantly reflects the sunlight, and it's obvious she takes very good care of it. Her skin, in places where she has it, is flawless in every since of the word, not a blemish to be found.

As far as her human traits go, she'd probably be the girl that caused everyone to turn their heads, and possibly even walk into a pole.

It is quite obvious she isn't human. Brilliant white wings cover her back, and have not tattered or dulled with age, and are just as pristine as the day she was born. A long, powerful white tail extends behind her, ready in equally pristine condition. Atop her head, are two sharp, pointed horns that protrude upwards. Where she doesn't have skin, she has white scales. They cover most of her legs and waist, curving around her sides and covering most of her back and arms with the durable armor.

Her eyes, a fierce, commanding red.

The armor she wears, was crafted by a nameless blacksmith in her old town. She wears it out of sentiment and so that she will never forget the pain of that horrible day where she lost everything she considered herself to love.

[color=aba000][h3]"You, human. I demand tribute. All of the junk food you have will suffice."[/h3][/color]

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"I have been known as many names through my years, but you may call me Lady Sorcha."[/color]
[b]Name:[/b]
Sorcha Ó Maoilriain
she likes reminding people that it means 'Radiant' or 'Brilliant King'

Those she likes, meaning her master, may call her by her first name. The rest will address her as 'Lady Sorcha.'

[b]Nicknames/Titles:[/b]
"Goddess of the Heavens"
"Bringer of the Storm"
"The wandering Tempest"

Her favorite:
"Thou who will smite thee with bolts of fury if thou maketh her angry"

[b]Age:[/b]
[color=aba000]"I have fought alongside one of the greatest leaders and wizards of the ancient age, Fought against a mighty warrior in the freezing winds of the north, and was worshiped as a protector and god before those damnable religious zealots burned my village and attempted to slay me. I am a proud, noble being deserving of respect and will not tolerate such insolence and rudeness as you asking my age."[/color]

[b]Gender:[/b]
Female

[b]Race:[/b]
Dragon

[color=aba000]"Hmm? I have no interest in such affairs with you little humans. That said...I have taken a human lover on occasion. But I only accept the strong, those strong enough to win my respect or force me into submission. I doubt you can do either."[/color]

[b]Sexuality:[/b]
She feels no such desires. However, she is attracted to strength. And if she views someone as strong...well, who knows? She might just say yes.

[b]Year:[/b]
N/A

[b]Magic:[/b]
Roar of the Heavens:
Being a dragon of Thunder and Storms, she has minimal control over the element. While she can't 'breathe' it in the traditional sense, she can, direct a lightning bolt towards a target. In humanoid form, she can fire such bolts from her hands or glaive. However, she can not rapid fire them - they take a few seconds to charge, so to speak. The stronger the bolt, the longer 'charge' it needs.

Once upon a time, it is said that she was able to summon disastrous tempests that would blow away all but the most stalwart of men. She neither confirms or denies these claims.

Immovable Wall:
Her scales are quite durable, and work well enough for a natural armor and to deflect blades...and are really gonna hurt something fierce if you get whacked with one.

Another rumor states she could at one point, take he form of a majestic scaled lizard, dwarfing the largest of man made buildings. Another rumor she neither confirms nor denies.

[b]Strengths:[/b]
It's lightning. You know, electricity. It'll mess you up fairly badly if you get hit with it. It's an incredibly fast projectile, and while it is been proven possible to dodge, one would need to be incredibly fast to do so.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
Lightning is drawn to high places. Not to mention, it can't pass through ground so well. Any earth-related element is going to find themselves at quite an advantage to her lightning. Lightning rods also work quite well for grounding her electricity. Works better as precise, targeted attacks and not so well as Area of Effect attacks.

[b]Catalyst:[/b]
A ancient, but well taken care of and strong [Url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/71/dd/73/71dd735eb7b7e804dc8ec53be8650f95.jpg]Glaive[/url], forged out of dragon scales. She always seems to have this with her, and seems to hold some importance to her. However, if asked she will simply give a wistful smile, and respond that it's simply a gift from a long dead friend. She never elaborates more on that.

[b]Inventory:[/b]
Her Glaive.

[b]Master:[/b]
N/A

[b]Personality:[/b]
Prideful. Stubborn. Arrogant. Those are the three words that would most definitely describe her accurately. Any dragon creature would share similar personality traits, and none so embody that fact like Sorcha. Honorable, Fair, and a lover [s]of junk food[/s] shiny things, are just about all that encompass her personality. She will never tolerate an insult towards herself, or anyone that she so happens to deem worthy of being her master. To do so would severely tarnish her pride, and is something she would never let happen.

Tends to hold grudges because of her pride, should she lose or be insulted in some way.

[color=aba000]"My history...is quite long, I assure you. I remember every detail of my life...even the painful ones that never quite heal."[/color]

[b]Backstory:[/B]
Her origins are shrouded in mystery, though one can confirm she was born sometime shortly before the birth of Christ somewhere in Scotland or Ireland. Her childhood is shrouded in much history, though she says she never knew her parents much - they were murdered when she was but a child and had to fend for herself through most of it and made sure to keep to herself and stay away from others - especially humans. Her parents had warned that they feared dragons, and would probably attempt to kill her, and she made sure to avoid them. Sticking to forests, caves, and never staying in one area for long.

And then, she met, A great wizard. He wanted a familiar, a powerful being. She of course, refused and the two fought, her ending up losing. And as an agreement reached before the fight, she became his familiar and fought, worked, and traveled alongside the wizard for much of his life, until they went their separate ways.

A few hundred years later, she found herself in the cold northern lands - somewhere what is around Denmark today. Having tasted battle fighting along a heroic king and her owner, she set out to make a name for herself in these lands she had never laid eyes on before - Terrorizing and plundering the landscape for any valuable she could find.

She claims it is one of the least glamorous chapters in her life, but she will not deny that it happened. Soon enough, she was challenged by a brave warrior, and the two fought each other in honorable combat. She killed all of his men, and fatally wounded the warrior, but not before receiving a near fatal wound herself. She managed to flee, but her wounds eventually got the best of her, and she passed out, unable to retain consciousness.

What happened after then, no one really knows. She has never told anyone - but it is known a few hundred years later she showed up in some small European village - with her Glaive in hand. She says she saved the village from a plague - some uppity mage or something was causing it. Normally she wouldn't care about such a thing, but the village offered a reward that quite intrigued the dragon.

Money. all of the Cities money, and their undying loyalty to the great dragon. She couldn't refuse such an offer, and within the next day, the mage lay dead and the plague stopped before it could spread any further. And for another few hundred years, she was praised and worshiped as a goddess by the people. The town grew and prospered under her guidance and protection. Until those religious zealots sought to kill her in the name of their god. They burned her village to the ground, killing all of the peasants and attempting to kill her. Fools ended up charred to a crisp from her bolts, but the damage was done. The entire town was decimated, nothing more than charred cinders and a grieving dragon.

This affected the dragon greatly. Over the years, she grew to care for the villagers - indeed, she even could say she had fallen for one of the locals.

On the night following its said her furious, grieving, cries could be heard through the entire countryside.

What happened after that, she never reveals, though she wandered and caused minor troubles here and there. She simply states she traveled, and has yet to take another master. Why she wants one now is anyone guess. Some with guts says she's lonely after being out of touch with people for so many years. Such people usually end up on the receiving end of her smiting.

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