Abilites/Disabilites

• VERY strong
• Deadly fighter
• Venomous spit
• Can mimic sounds

Trivia

• Not many dragons alive know her real name
• Scurvy was a nickname given to her after she broke her tooth when she was younger and she adopted it as her alias when she turned assassian

Theme Songs

• WIP

Backstory

Scurvy was born into a wealthy merchant family. They were a hearty bunch who only took insult from each other and knew how to have a good time. They sold candied gems by day and deadly weapons by night; earning themselves respect among the royal family and the underground. Life was full of tough love, extravagant halls, and good food. They were untouchable. Or at least that’s what everyone believed..

With money comes deals. And with deals comes blood, no matter how deep you try to bury it. The vultures will always find you eventually. This is why Scurvy was not surprised to come home one night to find strangers lurking in her home. However she was surprised to learn they had murdered most of her family and had taken her two younger siblings hostage. They wanted the key to her families vaults.

Scurvy did not believe this was simply about money. She knew there were strange and powerful things her parents kept locked away in there. So she simply handed them a fake key and when the leader turned to gloat to his friends, proceeded to spit venom in his eyes and break the jaw of the dragon holding her siblings down. It was not easy to escape but they did it regardless. The knowledge that you are now 1 of your 3 remaining family members does things to your survival instinct.

After fleeing below ground and getting the story from her siblings, Scurvy realized that someone else killed her family. The dragons that had taken her siblings hostage had simply been thieves who stumbled upon the dragonets hiding place long after the main party had left. Word had gotten out fast and Scurvy had no doubt that she would be pursued. It was impossible to know if the murders had gotten what they wanted though. There was no going back to the house to check the vaults or give her family a proper burial. She would have to learn to make it on her own while protecting her siblings from future threats.

Thanks to her family, transitioning into an assassin was not hard. It fit her nicely too, like the last piece of a dark puzzle. A rare, venomous bite. The knowledge on how to snap an adult dragons neck by the age of 9. The ins and outs of the Balavainian underground. Scurvy earned quite the name for herself after only a couple years. She did not enjoy killing, but life drives a hard bargain and she would always do what had to be done. There was not much living without money in the Balavainian Kingdom.

Work eventually became harder and harder. The royal guards were cracking down on bad businesses and nobody wanted to paint a target on their back. Scurvy also started noticing the same set of foot steps following her. The vultures were starting to circle again and it wouldn’t be long before she was found out. So Scurvy did what she previously thought was impossible. She entrusted her siblings to an old family friend, gave up everything she had, and fled across the sea.

The vultures chased her of course but it was all according to plan. Scurvy wanted her siblings to be able to live semi-normal lives and they would never be able to do that while she stayed with them. The murders didn’t want them; they only ever used them to get to her. It broke her heart to leave them but she fully believed that they would be fine as long as she removed herself from the situation. Why kill your hostage when you didn’t know if it would ruin your chance of getting what you wanted?

Scurvy did not know much about the fabled land across the sea, just that the flight there was long and dangerous. The few islands between the land masses were easy to miss but luckily Scurvy’s father had insisted she memorize maps from a young age. He had even been there himself a couple of times and had explained the trip in detail to her, hopeful that she would one day accompany him there. She landed on the rocky shore 2 days later with no pursuers in sight. They must had died from exhaustion or turned around, convinced she was on a suicide mission.

Life was very different over here but Scurvy learned to appreciate its primal nature. She learned it’s ways and started to carve her own niche. Every so often she would return to check on her siblings and shower them with gifts and trinkets from the land across the sea. They begged her to take them with her but Scurvy would always refuse. They were not old enough to make the journey yet and Scurvy wasn’t really sure it was much safer over there. She had met a good number of creatures in her travels and it was pretty safe to say that trouble was brewing.

Scurvy also thought that she may have pissed off a powerful monarch by failing a recent assassination but only time would tell. That wasn’t her problem anymore. She just wanted to be as cautious as possible when it came to her siblings. It was her personal vow to never have to add more piercings to her wings, which each represented a family member she had already lost.