Lana

STATS
Name: Lana
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Description: Lana is tall and slender, with long curly blond hair and soft brown eyes. Everything about her appearance screams kind and friendly, but Lana is far from being any of those. Her slender built is maintained through rigorous training. She has a lot of strength, especially in her arms and legs. Her mind works with lightning speed and very few people can tell what is going on in the back of her mind. She appears a shallow beauty but she is far from it.
Character: Lana can be described in three small words. She's a prickly dominatrix surgeon. Which means of course that she is smart and efficient. At work she is a very sensible person who can be depended on. She can be irritated easily though and people who've gotten on her bad side know she never forgets a single grudge. She won't show it plainly, but people who've wronged her know she does not like them. Lana likes to be in charge above all else. She lives to lead, or more precisely, she lives to command. She feels she was born in the wrong era. In previous times she'd have staged a coup and would have been treated like a queen. Nowadays taking over a government isn't as easily done though so she had to settle for a high position and the knowledge that she is feared by her underlings.
Hobbies: stitching together leather outfits and enjoying candle-lit nights.

HATCHING
The twelve off-white eggs lay neatly in the center of the festival hatching cavern. Since Halloween was approaching fast, the walls and vaulted ceiling of the cave were decorated with black and orange curtains. Plastic bats hung from the ceiling, joined by witches and a single yellow glass-in-lead light. It’s faint light was barely enough to make out the tables and seats.
Ten candidates had been found for this holiday clutch. They were all human. The majority of them had come from Earth, but there were also two runic warriors who looked oddly mismatched with the rest of the festively disguised people.
The soft crackling that had been the background noise for the last hour started to overtake the sound of the whispering voices. All eyes turned toward the eggs and a tense, dead quiet atmosphere grew in the cavern. The crackling sounded like thunder when finally the first egg cracked.
A rain of shards and dust exploded in the festival cave. As it settled it was at first unclear just what kind of dragon had hatched. Only when the ivory-coloured dragoness moved did she become visible. She was small for a hatchling but that was mostly because she lacked any sign of wings. In stead her shoulder blades sported two long bony spikes each.
Her coffee-coloured eyes quietly observed every candidate before she stood up and walked, shaking the last of the shards from her back, toward the candidate she’d chosen.
”Lana.” She said with her telepathic voice, “My name is Dauriantrelle.”

ADULT
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