Username: Dragon
Name: Lumara
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 12th
Class: Wyvern Lord
Allied to?: Shepherds
Weapons: Killer Lance,
Short AxeClothing: Basic Wyvern Rider UniformAppearance: Don’t take me as a sweetheart. And her mount, Caius, a male wyvern.Personality: Lumara is usually misliked by a lot of people due to her tough and ambitious nature. She is loud, obnoxious, and believes that she is the best warrior that ever graced the land. She loves to drink and dance and sing, drunkenly, of course. Other than that, she is vicious and merciless in battle... Despite being young, she can take down a few men without even stopping for a breath. Speaking of men, Lumara loves them. A lot. One could say she sleeps around. Other than being loud, annoying, and a drunk, Lumara will gladly lay down her life for one of the Shephards… if she’s sober enough to do it. Funnily, she also gives Caius some of the alcohol she contains, which often leads to a passed out wyvern in the middle of camp.
Biography: Lumara was born in Ylisse as well, but to a very wealthy family. She was raised to be a proper lady, one that would cook and clean for her husband when she was old enough to marry. Lumara didn’t think that she was suited for the life of a noble, however. She ran away from home at the age of fifteen, leaving behind all of her valuables. Lumara took up arms with a rogue mercenary group called the Riders of Dawn, and while she served them, they protected her. She was given weapons and proper clothing suited for battle.
Lumara became a Wyvern Rider when she was in her second year of being with the Riders. It was then that she met her brown Wyvern, and named him Caius. The two forged a strong bond as rider and Wyvern.
The Riders of Dawn were killed in a squabble between a rival faction when Lumara was twenty. Having her family ripped away, Lumara turned to alcohol. She often drank so much that she would pass out in local taverns and wake up when it was time to close up. Everyone knew her as the local drunk and everyone avoided her. Lumara began sour and aggressive, continuously drinking and finding men to spend time with.
One day, Lumara was wasted, as usual. She had provoked a fight with a Shepherd, and the two had a very violent brawl. When she had beaten the crap out of him, and he out of her, the Shepherd laughed. He admired her spirits, he said, and asked if she could join. Lumara thought that this was a joke; the man was offering her work even as he cradled his dislocated jaw. But he was serious. Lumara took up arms once again at the age of twenty and simultaneously became a Wyvern Lord.
When the barracks fell, Lumara fled to Plegia with the rest of the loyal Shepherds.
Quirk: Is the quickest climber.
Strengths: Cunning, loyal.
Weaknesses: Loud, doesn’t listen to anyone, a drunkard, very violent.
Likes: Alcohol, men, violence, warmth, Caius, the Shepherds.
Dislikes: Just about everything else.
Romantic Interest: None.
Other: …
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