Sahara

dark dragon · October 5th, 2011, 4:41 pm

Name: Sahara

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Skills: Skilled swordsmen and archer. Though she can easily shoot a bow from horseback she prefers not to. Do to her being a dragon she has random outbursts of magic.

Race: Dragon turned human

Hair: Dark bronze

Eyes: Bronze

Home Village: She hatched near the eastern edge of the Hadarac.

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Character Personality: She generally kind to those she knows and doesn't know but if angry or in a heated debate she is extremely blunt and will tell the other exactly what she thinks of them no matter if it hurts them or not. Though she acts tough on the outside she is often insecure about being a human since she's spent so much of her life as a dragon she doesn't know all the proper ways of human culture and often gets herself into trouble doing so. One time when in a village and someone introduced themselves to her she though when he rose out his hand to shake hers it was an attack so she punched him. For being a dragon in human form her strength is superior to most humans and she nearly killed the man and was chased out of the village. Though for the most part she now understands human culture, she still runs into several awkward moments. She'll fight to the death to protect those she loves and will even put her own life in front of others. Though she will leave someone to die if saving them would mean they'd both likely end up dead. For the most part she is serious, especially when it comes to battle, but she does have a playful side.

Character History: Sahara hatched near the edge of the Hadarac Desert, both her parents died during the war but managed to hide her egg in the sands. On hatchling she explored her world until she unknowingly ventured into the depths of DuWeldenvarden. She gained many elf friends and they taught her about both theirs and her own history. They raised her and trained her to fight and user her skills as a dragon. Often times she'd take her friends flying around Alageasia and the lands beyond. Around the age of fourteen she and two others came upon an ancient shrine in a part of the forest long forgotten, even by the elves. A strange magic existed inside, one they were determined to figure out what for. As they entered Sahara could feel a strange force on them, as if beckoning them deeper inside. As they went they saw statues of strange creatures and even more disturbing, skeletons and remains. Ancient blood marks still stained the cracked walls. The entered the inner room all at once, when a thunderous boom echoed through the air. The massive stone door slammed shut on all sides and they were incased in darkness.
"You dare enter my domain mortals. You will punished for your foolish mistake." A strange voice whispered through the air. The next thing Sahara remembered was being lifted into the air. Her two friends screamed out in pain and wailed, seconds later their voices rang dead. Sahara tried to move, but found herself unable, she was suspended in the air by some force. A strange object entered her neck and she flinched as her blood was lapped up.
"It has been years since I last tasted the blood of a dragon. My sweet blood, so tasty, you will be my pet dragon. Unlike elves dragon's can last much longer with less blood." Before she could figure out what it meant she blacked out.
Years later, as she would later learn, she woke in a strange room. Only a large sealed doorway guarded the way out, though closed by stone. All around her bit marks made their way into her scales from the years of having her blood drank.
"You finally awake my pet. I was afraid you'd die, you are strong, even for a dragon." The mysterious voice whispered through her head. She felt something cup her chin, she made to snap but her jaws were held closed. It was too dark even for her to make out her tormentor.
"Se sweet your blood dragoness. So sweet indeed, if only I could have more of you, yes, more, more blood is all I need." Again she felt herself raise into the as if the force was carrying her. She felt dazed, she didn't feel the desire to move or resist.
Where are you taking me? she asked dimly.
"Somewhere where I can take you, somewhere we can be alone and I can feast forever."
Next she remembered being dropped, and what seemed to be fighting, a great amount of magic was placed over the area. Seconds later she again lost consciousness. Afterwards she remembered waking up in a room. Something was odd, she seemed smaller, and something was covering her. She glanced down at herself and screamed, no longer was she a dragon, but she was human, her features resembled nothing of her former self.
"Be quiet youngling, you'll wake the others," an elderly woman said. She rocked back and forth on a chair knitting a shirt.
"Who-" Sahara paused, not used to making words from her mouth, "who are you?"
"I am Betruce, the grandmother of the one that rescued you. He's out hunting right now. You had so many marks over you, I'm afraid to say plenty scarred over. What happened?"
"I- I don't know."
Betruce nodded and explained to Sahara how her grandson brought her out of a temple deep in DuWeldenvarden. He and his companions were exploring ancient ruins when they entered one they saw her but in dragon form being carried off by some strange beast. Most died in the attempt to save her, and the rest but Bryan died on the way out. None were sure how but several think the reason why she turned into a human was because the creature that had been feasting on her at the last second when killing off the humans transferred a magical burst into Sahara that changed her dragon form.
Though disturbed about being a human Betruce, Bryan, and the rest of their family was more than happy to help her adjust to a human world. After several months she and Bryan went to explore the ruins again, but Bryan was killed when bandits ambushed them. In rage, Sahara slaughtered every last bandit. Though grieving at the loss of her friend she ventured through many cities, determined to find out the truth of the temple and of how she became human.

Weapons: A sword, shield, and bow.

Likes: Different human cultures, fresh air, and wildlife.

Dislikes: Mostly just things that suck blood.

Weakness / Fear: That whatever had her prisoner for years will come back and recapture her.

Animal Companions: Just a black horse named Shadow.

Character's Physical Description: She is about average height for a female human though at times she forgets that and tries to act as a dragon would. Her bronze hair falls to her mid back and sometimes in bright light will gleam like scales. All around her neck, face, and arms are scars where the creature sucked into her. She often wears a scarf around her neck to hide the massive scar under her neck where she was bit the first time and the creature dug into her flesh. Her bronze eyes are very deep in color and they allow her to see better than most humans.

Dreams for the Future: To discover exactly what the creature was that enslaved her for years and to return to her dragon form.

Reason for Dreams: To learn more about the shrine she and her friends entered and to try and regain her true shape.

Alignment/side: Good

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