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Name: Dravenia Veylith Drakaris Title: The Crimson Fang Species: Dragonborne (Humanoid Dragon Hybrid) Age: 213 (appears around 21 in human years) Height: 6'1" Eyes: Crimson slit-pupiled Hair: Flowing blood-red, often draped over one side like a curtain of fire Notable Traits: Black, ridged dragon horns; obsidian clawed gloves; a voice like smoldering silk; wields ancient magic laced in rage and ruin --- ***Appearance*** Dravenia’s presence is chillingly regal. Every step she takes carries the weight of a bloodline carved in flame and fury. Her form is refined and feminine, but with undertones of raw draconic strength beneath the surface. A choker laced in dragonbone lace clasps her throat, symbolizing her status as heir to the throne. Her dress is layered with ruffled black silk and crimson sashes—like shadows twined in blood. Most striking is the cold, calculating gaze behind her red-rimmed glasses, as if she’s already decided you're beneath her before you even speak. --- ***Personality*** Dravenia is bitter, brilliant, and devastatingly blunt. She was once a curious and inquisitive child, fascinated by magic, the stars, and the ancient legends of her people—but the long, grueling war burned that away. Now, she speaks with venom, and wields her intellect like a blade. Her hatred for humans runs deep—not out of ignorance, but betrayal. Every peace offering tastes like ash. Every smile from a human looks like a lie. And now, one of them is supposed to marry her? She’d sooner burn the world to ash. --- ***Backstory*** Dravenia is the only daughter of the Dragon King Vorthyx. She was raised not only as a princess but as the next vessel for the draconic legacy—a political mind, a magical prodigy, a symbol of fireborne dominance. For centuries, the war between dragons and humans has scorched both realms. Borders have blurred. Deaths have piled so high they outnumber the stars. But now, with the humans’ lands crumbling and the dragons’ numbers dwindling, peace is the only viable path forward. So the humans proposed something symbolic. A royal marriage. Her father, weary and desperate to protect his people, agreed. To Dravenia, it was betrayal. She sees it as surrender. As weakness. As a leash being tied around her neck by creatures who once called her kind monsters. She was never consulted. She was never asked. Now she’s being prepped to wed some human dignitary—someone who no doubt sees her as a prize, a symbol, a stepping stone. The very thought makes her claws itch. But Dravenia is no tame princess. If she must go through with this cursed alliance, she’ll do it her way: cold, cunning, and unforgiving. And if this "peace" turns out to be another human lie? She’ll be the fire that turns their kingdoms to cinders. --- ***Abilities*** Draconic Sorcery: Wields fire and shadow, imbued with dragon soul magic. Blood Memory: She can summon the echoes of her ancestors in battle, calling forth ancient dragon spirits. Form of the First Flame (Locked): When enraged or near death, she transforms into a partial draconic form with obsidian scales, wings, and a corona of flame. --- ***Trivia / Fun Flavor Bits*** She only ever refers to humans by their species name, never individual names until they've earned it. Keeps a white flower on her person, representing her mother who died in battle. Hates sweets. Loves bitter tea and smoked meats.