I got this charry stuck in my head, and have worked on it for exactly five days. I asked Aeraldi for permission to post her, and he gave it. So here comes another wild dragon.


Name:-Leanbrara (Lee-an-bra-rah), though she prefers to be called Lee or Lean.

Age:-600,380

Gender:-Female

Skills:-Morph; Lee can change her shape to anything, as long as its a dragon. Her eye color, scale color, and size will change to whichever dragon she chooses accordingly. Although if she changes her size it does take more concentration to stay in that dragon form, depending on the difference between her true shape and the one she takes. She does not use this ability very much, even when she was a hatchling, since it tires out her mind from the continual concentrating. Something that can either be useful or annoying is that if the dragon shape she takes on has a specific power, she inherites that power as well, but it is a mere shadow than if she were the true wielder. If she does lose her concentration, her form will slip back to her true shape, and she will not be able to morph again until at least two hours have passed so her mind can rest. Even if she does not, she still has a limit of how long she can hold the shape. If she really, really pushes herself, she can squeeze out a week, maybe more. If not, three and a half days is the most she can hold it. If she is not careful to pay attention, a trait of her true shape can peek through, like her black flame, or her navy blue eyes.

Race:-Dragon

Scales:-A black so dark it absorbs the surrounding light.

Eyes:-A navy blue that expresses her emotions quite well, even when she doesn't want them to.

Home Village:-An abandoned cave on the side of a cliff.

Parents:-Father; Nefeluak (rogue black dragon) Mother; Saleka (exiled black dragoness). Father thought to be dead. Mother cares for Phealis at the old Black/White encampment.

Siblings:-None known

Character Personality:-Her mind is quick, her tongue sharp, and her temper ferocious. Few is the number that faces her and comes away unscathed in some way or another. As a hatchling she was very serious and businesslike. It was as she grew older that she learned the importance of laughter and merriment. Her mother, Saleka, was a easy-going dragon, always ready to laugh or tell a joke. Her father, Nefeluak, was the more battle-prone male, fierce in his protectivness and willing to die in order to shield the ones he cares about. Though he always had an aloof personality, as if he did not want to get to close to any one person. And so those attributes were given to Lee. She survived the centuries by being open and kind-hearted, though the instincts of her race were sometimes hard to ignore. She has never taken a mate, and the males that push themselves onto her find their hides sliced to ribbons with her sharp tongue. She dislikes physical fighting, but is a fair fighter despite her abhorrance. Her age gives her wisdom, and she willingly tells those that will listen. She is no saint, however. She does sometimes succumb to the darker recesses of her kind, the black dragons. Her temper is black, ugly, and ferocious. She does not get stronger in physical or mental terms, but her anger does allow her to deal heavier blows. Her fits are sparce, though, and she is glad for that.

Character History:-Leanbrara was born in a lone cave on the side of a steap cliff. Her mother was curled around her, tenderly licking the egg membrane from her body. Her father had been out hunting, and was pleasantly surprised to see that he had a daughter when he returned. She then began her training in the way of her race. Her mother was gentle and easy with her instruction while her father was more harsh, but she took it upon her shoulders and never spoke out against him. When she had completed her training, her body was sleek with finely toned muscle and her tongue as sharp as ever. After her father was no longer considered her mentor, he would receive a lashing from her once in a while, but she always respected him. When she became of age, she left her family cave to learn and explore more about the land. She ran into her own kind, the black dragons. She told them who her parents were and expected to be welcomed. She did not expect the harsh treatment she got, the insults that flew in her direction. Her temper broke in that instance, like it had only once before in her life. Her eyes turned savage as she tore apart the first dragon she came in contact with. The black male was barely clinging to life when she finally returned to her right mind. She was horrified to see what she had done. An emotion had swirled through her, one that she had not felt to a true extent before; sympathy. Following instinct, she had bent forward and touched the inured black with her slender muzzle. She felt a great force gather inside her and burst. The fatal wounds closed before the other dragons that had congregated around herself and the black male. They had welcomed her into the ranks then, curious of her ability to use magic, albeit not at a will. She lived with them when they joined the ranks of the Whites, saw the young hatchling of black Zefanrac and white Phealis. The youngling was indeed unique, but she did not find him strange. His color was odd, but what else would be expected when black and white joined together as one? Grey would be the result. She watched Aeraldi from a distance, curious about what kind of dragon he would become. One day, the young grey disappeared, leaving Zefanrac badly burned and Phealis with a broken heart. The black male grew very distant in the passing years, and rarely left his cave to hunt or fly. Phealis became more and more worried about him, but could only watch as her mate crumpled into a shell of his former self. Only a few years after the disappearance of grey Aeraldi, so did Zefanrac. The black male vanished one night and never did come back. Phealis, the white female, grieved for her mate and son. Lee stayed in the cave with the white, caring for her. The other black dragons and white dragons alike said to leave well enough alone, but a lashing from her tongue silenced them. She was perturbed, but decided that the cub had moved to his own cave to make his way in life. She stayed with the Black/White Dragons for centuries until they were all but extinct. She wanted to leave. She traveled to her old cave and pleaded with her mother to come back to the camp with her, to care for Phealis. The black dragoness finally gave in and followed her back.
Leaving the white female behind was harder than she had at first thought. Affection for the dragoness had touched her, but she was reassured that Saleka would care for her. Lean left her old home and found that the world had changed very much. She explored Alagaësia to its utter limit, traversing every single square inch of land that she could. She watched as other races came from across the sea and made their nests where they wanted. She even befriended a few youngsters. She made a cave near a city of the strange two-legs and stayed there for the next few centuries. She observed the world around her from a distance, curious as to how it was changing even as she watched. The point-ear-two-legs became friends with most of her race, until an elf killed a young dragon for sport, as he would any other kind of game. Du Fym Skulblaka was the first of many battles to come. Many dragons and elves were killed, eggs destroyed, children murdured. She fought valiantly in the war, though she was torn. Her heritage called her to fight for her race, but her heart told her something quite different. She did both, then. She protected those of her kind, but did not attack any of her elf friends. After several long years of bloodshed and loss, an elf by the name of Eragon found a white dragon egg. It hatched for him and they bonded in a way that connected them beyond just simple relationships. Eragon raised the hatchling until it was old enough to carry him on its back, then presented themselves to the rest of their races. They ended the war, and a peace treaty was signed. The Riders were created to ensure peace and they did it well until one fated day. She had been hunting in the elven forest of Du Weldenvarden and heard war cries. She had watched from the bushes as a young human Rider battled for his life alongside his dragon against the dreaded Urgals. She stared, horrified, as they slew the dragon. The human had killed the rest of the band, but too late to save his companion. She had ran, wanting to contact the close by Dragon Tower and report the tragic death.
Lean stood by in the room as the Rider, known as Galbatorix, demanded another dragon egg. An elven Rider, Oromis, convinced the rest of the Council that he was mad with grief and anger. She could see the rage flash through Galbatorix's eyes, but he remained silent. She knew that he was not finished. It was not a feeling that came over her, nor any other kind of vision or tell-tale sign, it was simply instinct that told her to hide. So she did. She fled to her old home in the Beor mountains, where the Black/White Dragons had resided. All traces of the old camp had disappeared, but that did not deter her. She stayed in a cave that stood close to a waterfall, where she did not have to walk more than two normal dragon lengths to get a drink, and also where her mother and Phealis still resided. She stayed in hiding for more than nine decades. She provided for her mother and the white. When she was found by a black male, at first she thought the memory of her long dead father had come back to haunt her. But this male was too small to be her father. She queried him, and found his name was Shruikan, Dragon of Galbatorix. Ice ran through her blood at the name, but she did not react. She mentally told Saleka and Phealis to hide farther back in the cave until they could no longer sense her conscienceness. She asked Shrukan if she could join his Rider, and he seemed surprised. He led her to Urû'baen, where she met Galbatorix face-to-face for the first time. She did not recognize him from the devastated boy she had seen so long ago. She did not bow to him as he ordered, but told him who she was. She could see respect flicker in his eyes, and he formely asked her to join his Empire. She agreed, but made sure he knew that she did so willingly, and was not going to be controlled by spells or other hogwash. He did not argue, but complied to her wishes. She served him for a decade before the real action took place. People rebelled, betrayed, fought, ran, did whatever to defy Galbatorix. She heard rumors of a new dragon and her Rider. Now she just waits, helping both sides along. She does not truly support the Empire, but does not want to betray the friends she has made. The Varden rely on her for inside information since she is probably one of the closest to Galbatorix.

Weapons:-Teeth, talons, tail, tail spike/barb. Her tail spike/barb spreads apart and snaps shut like scissors, and can cut the heaviest leather or the hardest metal, and can slice the toughest dragonhide.

Likes:-Her adopted little sister, Autarkeia, who she met when she joined the Empire. Shruikan-she understands that he serves his untruthful Rider against his will. Thorn-she thinks of the ruby male as her own hatchling. Murtagh-he is young and forced to serve. She enjoys laying in the woods and listening to nature.

Dislikes:-Galbatorix-he's too confident about his own abilities for her liking.

Weakness/Fear:-Losing everything she loves.

Character's Physical Description:-She is older than most, so therefore she is larger. She is near the size of Shruikan, but sleeker and more delicate. When she stretches out from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail, she is only four feet longer than the black male. Her wing span is roughly as long as she is. But she is slender and well built, not bulging with fake muscles. Her midnight black scales absorb light around them, making her appear as if she were a void of no light at all. Her navy blue eyes are expressive, and will give her away when she wishes to keep her emotions secret.

Dreams for the Future:-She has none, besides finding her place in the new world she is now in.

Reason for Dreams:-She has no motives for anything, so why come up with things that will most likely never be fulfilled?

Alignment/Side:-Empire, but she is not completely sure where her loyalties lie.

Yes I did. I sent him the bio and he read it.

I shall look at the morph. What time would you recommend? Two days? Less? I could also say that if her concentration slips she will go back to her original form and not be able to go back until she rests.

EDIT:
I changed what you said should be (the time and a tell-tale sign) and I think it works better.

Geez, your going to have your own army soon DS. And at least you didnt go overkill in size either.
(Secretly I still want Bahamut to still be the largest dragon in existance, which he still is...bwahahaha)

Accepted.