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Race: Dark Elf Hybrid
Kelia has a tanned skin, golden brown long hair that she usually keeps
tied up and warm brown eyes. She isn't quite certain who her father was,
but knows she's not a full dark elf. Her ears are on the small side which
makes her think he might have been a human but her longeivity seems to
Personality: Kelia is a tough cookie. She works in a field where
stress and hardship go hand in hand and she can cope. While working she
won't let anything bother her. In contrast, when she's not working she
tends to do girly things like watching romantic movies (both comedy and
drama) and engaging in handicrafts. She is skilled with a neddle after
Skills: Steady hand. Keen eye. Great Focus.
Enjoys: Girly things.
Dislikes: She tries to overcome dislikes.
Kelia looked everywhere she could. She wondered if maybe she should have
been born with an extra set of eyes just for this moment. She had always
considered herself a well-travelled woman. But being here at the Abstract
Destiny as a guest was something else entirely.
She was a healer, studying both human and draconic physiology when she'd
been invited to the Abstract Destiny as part of an exchange program. The
variety of dragons hatching here was something she'd never seen before.
people whispered about some other places but to actually see just how many
shapes a dragon could take was amazing.
Today however, she was off duty and had been allowed to watch a hatching.
Kelia loved these events where young dragons broke their shells and found
lifebonds. Not all of them would bond, she'd been told as this particular
hybrid didn't have to. Some would remain single, others would bond later
in life. The parallel to love wasn't all that different.
Kelia wondered if she'd ever learn more of the part of herself that was
unknown. Her mother had never told her who her father was, claiming she
didn't know. But that felt like a lie. Or maybe she knew but had never
bothered to ask for a name. Sometimes lover, or rather lust, was like
One by one, dragons hatched, poking fuzzy limbs and curved horns through
their shells, swishing striped tails and flexing large wings. The
hatchlings definitely looked healthy for having been created through artificial
means. One of them in particular caught her attention. A slightly pink,
copper and yellow female with a keen eye and an easy manner.
"You make people and dragons healthy when
they're sick?" she asked.
"I do, though I learn something new every day."
"Great, I choose you!"
Dallir called, feeling mighty pleased to have found someone so
Dallir bonded at Abstract
Name: Dallir Friskers
Friskers x Sanser
Species: Hybrid Catdragons
Special Note: Can breed with anything except canine-derived species
Size: 5'-15'' at the shoulder
Description: Dallir is soft and fuzzy with white fur covering most
of her body. Copper scales protect her legs and belly and two curve horns
serve as a warning to any who would want to ingage in argument. She has
bright a yellow ridge and wings.
Personality: Dallir is playful and charming. She does not like
to do things against her will and shows a stubborn streak at those times.
With the right motivational item she is quite easily swayed into doing
what eneds to be done. The better the reward, the more effort she'll put
* Breath Weapon (Fire), The ability to breathe out a gout of
* Empathy, The ability to sense and understand another’s
* Telepathy, The ability to communicate mind-to-mind.
* Teleportation, The ability to teleport anywhere within
sight or that can be strongly visualized in the mind.
* Verbal Speech, The ability to communicate in spoken words.
"I don't want to." Dallir
"You know you want to for that yummy deer meat." Kelia
Dallir lifted an eyebrow, indicating she was indeed gunning for some
choice meat. But she quickly relaxed and said:
"Just a little meat won't make me fly
"I thought you said you were faster than anyone."
"I am, I'm part cheetah. But even they
lounge often. Our speed comes in short bursts."
Kelia smiled, at least Dallir wasn't opposed to rising. She would have to
at some point, it wasn't healthy to never use organs that had a purpose.
Kelia had heard plenty of stories about what diseases could form.
"I don't see you using your organs."
Dallir replied matter-of-factly.
"Pick some nice boys with appealing dragons,
you know, no dogs, and then we'll talk again."
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