The Magi Saga - The Mandate of Magic [SU/DS]

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Name: Valryssa Scarlet
Species: Dragon
Gender: Female
Age: 175 years (Appears to be 25-ish)

Description: In order to preserve herself and her race, Valryssa chose to take on a humanoid form. She’s one of the better shape-shifters among the dragons, although some things she can’t quite perfect. For starters, she can’t quite get rid of her sharp canines nor her ruby-red eyes. And even though she aims more to be human-like, she always ends up with pointy ears. One might argue that her skin is just a little too white, but considering other dragon’s talents, it’s a miracle (gads, some dragons turn out green). She seems to have a knack for hair, as it always turns out a luscious, bouncy black.

From other humans sympathetic to the dragons’ cause (more specifically, those eager to learn fire magic from her), she’s learned a bit about the proper way to dress. She’s rather fond of long, flowing articles of clothing—perhaps because they’re reminiscent of wings. Valryssa always wears red, which earned her the pseudo-surname “Scarlet” (as dragons don’t actually have surnames). On the gold lattice jewelry across her chest sits her dragonstone, which is the key to transforming back into her true form.

In this true dragon form, Valryssa is about the size of a freight truck, covered from tail to snout in brilliant ruby-red scales. She’s still fairly young for a dragon, and hasn’t reached her full potential—however, she is a full-fledged adult and ready to burn anyone to a crisp… Or bite their head off, depending on her mood.

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*Made on dolldivine.com, not my art

*Made on Flight Rising because dragons

Personality: Many who don’t know Valryssa’s true nature call her a witch, simply based one her callous personality. Her fiery temper and lack of patience either intimidates or irritates those she works with. Frankly, she doesn't care. Many dragons by nature are prideful and arrogant, and that influence has certainly rubbed off on Valryssa. Though humbled enough by her circumstances to turn to take on a human form and work with the guilds, she still holds some contempt towards the human race. She is absolutely ruthless to her enemies; her students would say that she’s ruthless to them as well, but only because she expects great things out of them.

Valryssa doesn’t beat around the bush and isn’t afraid to say it like it is. She has little tolerance for dishonesty or fluffy words, being strictly all-business and highly perceptive. Being very independent as well, she doesn’t enjoy other people bossing her around. Still, she recognizes the worth of the Guilds and will listen to her superiors, albeit grudgingly on some occasions.

History: Naturally, Valryssa was hatched within the heart of dragon territory—the Dragonrise Mountains. At the foot of the great horde of Ilragorn the Black, she learned to be proud and powerful of her heritage. Dragons, in their minds, were the lords of the earth: having strong wings to bear them through maelstroms, tooth and fang to conquer foes, and fire to fuel their passion. Valryssa eventually flew the nest and traveled about the world, believing that she was invincible.

In time, she came to realize that for such strengths, dragonkind also had its weaknesses. The greatest of all their weakness lied in hubris, and which became their undoing. When King Vrell marched his war against magic, dragons were one of his first targets; being mighty in size and fire magic, they were a wild force of nature whose pride would never lead them to bend a knee to human regime. Before the war, dragons hardly considered mankind a threat, but they underestimated their craftiness.

The Platinum Crusade birthed the creation of an elite force of dragonslayers, who fought with enchanted weapons forged to pierce their hide. Their threat grew as soon as a poison was found that not even the largest dragon could withstand: black dragonsbane. The strategies employed by these dragonslayers exploited every weakness the dragons had. Hardly organized as a nation, most being solitary by nature, dragons couldn’t fight off this threat. One by one, they began falling.

Around her, the ones Valryssa loved and cherished disappeared. The last blow came closest to her heart. During this time of war, she had matured and had found her life-long mate, a strong golden drake by the name of Odriajem. When news of her mother passing came to her ears, they were sitting on a nest. In a moment she later came to regret, she flew from their lair to vent her anger, leaving him alone to care for the incubating eggs. When she returned… she found him dead, their eggs either missing or crushed. The sign of dragonslayers were all around her; though Odriajem put up a good fight, he fell to their poisonous tactics.

Valryssa burned the humans’ corpses to ash, swearing then and there to take her revenge on King Vrell and his foul war. Only the wisdom of the messenger kept her from flying straight to his castle. Once the anger left her, and Odriajem was laid to rest, Valryssa began plotting. During her time of mourning, she was awoken to the weakness of dragonkind. In this new world King Vrell was forging, sheer force of might could not win. No matter what their strength may be, alone—dragons had no power at all. If there was any victory to be salvage, it had to be from playing the dragonslayers’ game: by fighting together.

The dragons, however, were fragmented and weakened. No military force could be salvaged from them at this point. A last desperate gathering of dragons was called, back within the heart of the Dragonrise Mountains. Valryssa flew there, finding her once-proud kin in a light she had never seen before: humbled and subdued. The elder of the council laid bare their reality: if they were to survive, they would have to go into hiding. He suggested an old magic, one that would allow the dragons to take on a different form. Some dragons, even in the depths of their demise, flat-out refused and flew from the council, seeking their own way to survive.

Valryssa, however, grudgingly accepted. From the elder, she learned the shapeshifting magic and took on a new human form. As much as she disdains the form, she knew it was necessary. For a few good years, she secluded herself in the mountains, practicing this new magic as well as the old. Thankfully, she was found by the resistance before she could be discovered by the Platinum Crusade, and from them she learned more about the war then she ever learned from the dragons. Fascinated with her talent for fire magic, the Guilds talked her into joining them as an instructor (only the higher-ups know her true identity: most see her as an eccentric fire witch). Ultimately, she has her own goals, seeing the Guild as an army she could use in taking down the King and his thrice-cursed dragonslayers.

At the core of her motivation lies a dangerous seed of vengeance. One way or another, with or without the Guilds, she will have it.

Guild: Fire

Likes:
1.) Cooking: one of the few perks of taking on a human form is acquiring more tastebuds, which she absolutely delights in. She is known, however, to make strange concoctions of unusual taste…
2.) Cats. They seem to understand each other on some kind of level that humans don’t quite understand. But perhaps she’s fond of them for their softness—a sense of touch that dragons don’t experience that much.
3.)Shiny things. Students have been known to bribe her with jewelry and gold. It works, on occasion

Dislikes:
1.) Her human form, which is ugly in her eyes
2.) Excuses
3.) Dragonslayers
4.) Humans (but she’ll put up with them)

Other: She doesn’t go around parading the fact that she’s a dragon; only a few above her know her true form