Nathalya

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STATS
Name: Nathalya
Age: Adult, accomplished
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Class: Warrior

Description: Nathalya is a tall and slender elf, conforming to the standard of her race. She has long red-brown hair and grey eyes. Her nose is on the bigger side but gives her face character. Giving her class, Nathalya usually wears some protective armour, mostly leather vests and braces.  
Personality: Nathalya is rowdy for an elf. She has been in human society long enough that their less formal ways have rubbed off on her. She is loud-mouthed and honest, wearing her mind on her sleeve. She does not pull punches (neither real nor metaphorical) and can be brutal when the need arises. She keeps a cool head in times of stress due to her life experience.
Skills: Fighting style (Sword and shield), Fighting Style (unarmed Combat), Archery, Tracking
Enjoys: A good pint in a pub and betting on a sport event or brawl
Dislikes: Getting lectured on her absence of lady-like/elf-like manners

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BONDING
Nathalya groaned when consciousness returned to her. She winced as she tried to pry open her eyes but the light was painful and blinding. Slowly, memories came back of a night of excess; A good night, but she was now paying the price for all the fun. Her stomach queezed, her head throbbed and her mouth tasted like dusty parchment.
Stumbling and basically falling out of her bed, Nathalya managed to get up, dress and make her way to the small area in her lodgings where she kept a kettle. It wasn't exactly a kitchen but it served her well enough as Nathalya couldn't cook other than roasting food over an open flame. She usually ate out when she was in town, knowing the places with cheap and filling fare.
Yawning, she tried to decided whether or not she should try to eat something. As the thought of eaing evoked a nauseous feeling in her abdomen, she decided against and jsut stuck with the coffee. That at least perked her up a little. After a few more minutes to compose herself, Nathalya headed out.
Town was bustling for some reason but she was too hungover to give it much thought. Only when she was herded into a gathering of excited people did she faintly remember that a hatching had been due for some days. As her mind was still a bit hazy, it took her a while to notice that she was on the side reserved for hopeful candidates. That wasn't right.
Nathalya tried to turn around, but the crowd pushed forward, leading her to the area where the eggs were waiting. Accepting that she was stuck here, Nathalya took a place at the back and figured she'd be left standing and would have a tall tale to tell the next time she went to the pub. But Fate had other ideas.
About halfway through the hatching, when the number of candidates dwindled, a bright red dragon with golden wings approached her.
"You did not prepare for today." she told her smugly, "It's a good thing I'm not vindictive."
"I wasn't supposed to be here at all." Nathalya grumbled back as the presence in her head intensified her headache.
"Well aren't you happy then, that I'm such a good sport? I could have come looking for you in town, imagine how that would have gone."
"Somehow I doubt they'd let you."
"That's where you're wrong. I get my way. Call me Lyarranith."

Lyarranith bonded at The Hub

STATS
Name: Lyarranith
Gender: Female
Colour: Red-Gold
Size: Medium
Breed: 75% Pernese, 25% Iulerbrilan
Parents: Storm Cloud Kannyath x Copper-Silver Marhominth
Origin: The Hub
Personality: Smug, Magnanimous, Easygoing
Abilities:
     *Telepathy
     *Teleportation
     *Telekinesis
     *Assisted Firebreath

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FLIGHT
Lyarranith pushed her rider toward the mating boards.
"Does it have to be so early?" Nathalya asked.
She'd had a late night, celebrating a victorious campaign with her crew and it had been only a few hours ago when she'd finally turned in. Lyarranith knew of course but she enjoyed playing with her rider just a bit too much. Nathalya would trust her dragon with her life when it mattered, but for not life-threathening situations, she knew that Lyarranith might be tempted to make things harder.
"Of course, the early bird catches the worm. I want all the dragons who visit to know that I'll be rising soon."
"It's not that one day would make a difference." Nathalya protested.
"And that's where you're wrong." Lyarranith replied smugly.

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Lantessama Isle
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