Name: Deneaerys Drean
Appearance:
She does not wear the helm, and she has brilliant blue eyes and black hair.
Outfits one and two:
Bio: Before Deneaerys came to work for the library, she lived on the dregs of society, a nothing and a nobody barely surviving. During this time with her family, she came to be able to see and hear her companion, Dragos. At every turn he would protect her, though not before she learnt her lesson, or got out of any given situation by herself. He was often harsh in his criticisms, but high on the praise when he felt like Deneaerys had earned it. At his urgings, she left her poor family at the age of 15 and joined the Library. 5 years on, she’s still a worker but has learned how to cook, and how to fight and how to use her powers. Despite Dragos' disgust that she chose to go into the culinary branch, he also recognizes that this is something that he could not argue out of, and has come to realize that cooking is an activity that kept them both sane at times. A little bit like her spirit, Deneaerys is a tad feisty and when it's something important to her will fight for what she wants, and as such has tried to keep to herself so as to not get into fights with other members of the hub. However when she is cooking, she is always eager to learn and as such rarely gets angry, although she is famous in her kitchens for having had one or two tantrums, especially as a novice. When she is in the kitchen, Dragos often sits out of the way, watching as they discuss anything and everything from some new fighting technique to the spices she plans on using for the meal she is preparing. She especially enjoys walking during the night sky, imagining what it would be like to fly through it with her own wings.
Branch: Culinary-Mercenary
Holder: Rook
Spirit: Dragon; Dragos. Feisty and ill-tempered and always up for a good fight. About 8 feet tall when all four feet are grounded with a wingspan of about 16 ft tip to tip. Shadowy Silver. Dragos is an older spirit, but by no means the oldest. When Deneaerys can get him to settle down on those rare occasions, she can usually get a story or two out of him, but at other times, he might sit in the corner watching her with fire in his eyes, wanting to go have a good fight. Often times Deneaerys gets exasperated with him, shooing him off into his own realm so that she might peacefully finish what she needs to do without his ire igniting hers. On these times he'll often come sliding back to her calmer and more even tempered, but always refuses to tell her what he got up to.