Scarlet Wyrmcaller
AKA Witch of Cinders, Klazuraz
Age:458
Gender Female
Race: Fire Dragon (masquerading as human)
Personality Scarlet is a stern, cynical individual, whose philosophy emphasizes independence and survival, with no small amount of self-importance. Indeed, while not particularly malevolent or twisted, she is incredibly callous, and places little to no interest in social graces and subtlety. Greedy and materialistic, she also seeks new ways to increase her power and influence, be it with riches, boons or new knowledge. Indeed, this greedy attitude also manifests in a nearly unquenchable thirst for knowledge. However, Scarlet is not blinded, and she knows how to stay her hand from going too far, and more importantly, that sometimes, even the most selfish individual has to perform deeds for the sake of everyone and future prospects.
Scarlet dislikes monster hunters in general (Dragonslayers even more for obvious reasons) and their tall tales, and she has a penchant for rare red meat(Some say human meat!) and fair maidens (or pretty boys). She also loves to deliver tongue lashings.
History Scarlet was not born as such. Her original name, now often only seen in hidden obscure lore was Klazuraz, spawn of Kulraoth the Great Flame. Out of a clutch of seven, she was born as the runt of the nest and had to fight tooth and nail with the other wyrmlings for the scraps of food her mother brought. Klazuraz's mere survival relied on the fact that even if she could not outfight her brethen, more than often she could outsmart them and snatch a bit or two by trickery rather than force. As soon as her wings and claws strenghtened and they were strong enough to fend off by theirselves, they were thrown out of Kulraoth's lair, and flew in all different directions, never to be seen again. A dragon rarely had attachment for their siblings.
Klazuraz would end up settling in a rather wild portion of the forests of Averland. With plentiful food, abundant natural resources and enough space to hollow out an adequate lair, the she-dragon spent her youth in relative peace, with the occassional raiding on Human settlements and fighting other predators. One day, she noticed that a Wise Woman had decided to make a hut in her territory. She pondered destroying the foolish woman where she once stood, but then decided otherwise. Witches weren't known for being otherwise rapacious and greedy, and the rumours of a Witch near her territory would also disuade gloryseekers, soldiers and bandit rabble who would otherwise take the challenge to try and seek out a fight with a dragon.
One day, this tacit tolerance turned into coexistence when the she-dragon stumbled across a mob who had decided to storm the Witch's hut. Not desiring to lose the disuassive presence the woman had, she decided to take it upon herself and roasted the attackers with dragonfire. After an awkward silence the Witch offered the she-dragon her thanks and hospitality. Of course, getting a dragon inside a humble hut was going to prove difficult, if not for the woman's magic, which allowed Klazuraz to assume the shape of a human female. The dragon had an almost immediate liking for the old woman, and they spent hours and hours talking about subjects, most mundane and arcane. An alliance was struck, and both beings departed in good terms, after exchanging mutual defense vows (Klazuraz didn't see the point of extorting an hermit for riches).
As time passed, the she-dragon would often than not be drawn to the Witch's hut to sate her curious nature. Eventually, she decided, as a past time, to learn about the mystical fare. Mastering the spell that allowed her to take a human form, she became an understudy in all but name. But to all things come an end, and even the old witch's vitality was snuffed out one day. Klazuraz pondered what to do next, and after not too much thinking she decided that after all what she learned, she could supplant the witch, and act both parts. Witch and dragon, Klazuraz began to style herself as Scarlet Wyrmcaller, and started to pretend she was the successor of her master. It was a really thrilling game, keeping two identities.
The decay of the World put her game to an halt, however. With ever dwindling viable prey, withering forest canopies, mutant abominations and even more bandit vermin she could care about, Scarlet knew she had to take action to survive, and possibly preserve the status. Indeed, she was no illusion, she could feel she was one of the last of her kin. She considered raising an army of raiders and brigands and give the sick Averland the coup-de-grace by eliminating every other faction in the war. However, a better option sprung up in the south. The Conclave. An union of like minds to cure the plague of the lands. She found this option...somewhat more palatable.
Weapons None. She usually makes use of her magic or dragon form to take care of herself.
Magic
- Fire Magic: Fire is the nature of dragons, and it shows. Scarlet's fierce flames have earned her the moniker of Witch of Cinders. A bonus of this kind of art is that as a dragon, she cannot be burnt easily.
- Healing arts: The direct effect of studying under a forest Witch, Scarlet is every bit as proficient at mending as she is as destroying with fire, thus increasing her ability to survive and support others.
- (Minor) Human Form: A very specific spell, this seals her otherwise large and intimidating body and allows her to meld among humans. A side effect is that she becomes...well, as frail as a woman when under this spell.
OtherHer dragon form is rather large, but not excessively so for a dragon her age. (Think slightly larger than a Skyrim dragon).
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