Cornelia

A witch that eats three times as much as others her size. Similar to Kehzu.

Khezu are large, pale Wyverns with a flabby, rubbery hide which they constantly keep damp, similar to that of an amphibian. Many of their blood vessels and veins can be seen through their pale skin. Spending most of their lives in the dark, their eyes have regressed greatly, though they make up for this with a superb sense of smell. A layer of fat helps to keep them warm and prolong the time they can spend hunting for food. Khezu have an extendable neck which allows them to grasp and ambush prey from afar, such as from a cave ceiling.

D O M I C I L E A cave deep within the Seedscar Role: Former witch of the clan. Partner: None. Family: She has forgotten them. Friends: The clan' witches often visit her, but she doesn't consider them friends anymore Likes: The smell of fresh meat. Moist caves. Moss beneath her feet. Dislikes: Unexpected sounds that echo from the walls too long. Other: A former humanoid witch of the clan that was turned into this form by a failed spell after eating dragon meat. bio idea by Seeker

C O R N E L I A "This is a WIP" - | - | - Deep within the Seedscar, concealed within the ominous darkness of a damp and secluded cave, resides Cornelia, a former witch of the clan. Once a humanoid figure, she has been transformed into a monstrous, dragon-like creature, the result of a spell gone awry after consuming the flesh of a dragon. Lost in the depths of her own monstrous form, she now dwells alone, devoid of a partner and having forgotten her family. Cornelia's appearance is that of a large, pale Wyvern, shrouded in a flabby, rubbery hide reminiscent of an amphibian. The surface of her skin is so saturated with moisture that it perpetually remains damp, adding to her eerie and unsettling presence. Through her pallid flesh, the intricate network of blood vessels and veins can be discerned, giving her an otherworldly and ethereal aura. Years spent within the bowels of the earth have taken their toll on Cornelia's eyes, causing them to regress and become nearly useless. However, she compensates for this deficiency with an exceptional sense of smell, honed by her prolonged existence in darkness. Like a predator lurking in the shadows, she relies on her olfactory prowess to navigate her surroundings and hunt for sustenance. To survive the harsh conditions of her habitat, Cornelia has developed a layer of insulating fat, serving to retain warmth and prolong her ventures in search of food. Her neck possesses a remarkable capability, able to extend and reach out from a distance, enabling her to seize unsuspecting prey with calculated precision. From the concealment of a cave ceiling, she lies in wait, ready to launch ambushes upon any unfortunate creature that ventures into her lair. A peculiar sect of Wyverns had once inhabited the depths of these caves, enduring the perpetual darkness until it transformed them irrevocably. While subsequent generations suffered a loss of sight, rendering them virtually blind, their sense of smell underwent a dramatic enhancement. Modern descendants of this lineage possess the uncanny ability to perceive what lies deep within the cavernous recesses beyond the entrance. Their pallid complexion exposes veins pulsating beneath the skin, disrupted only by a swollen, crimson sac that stretches from their necks to their undersides. Their formidable jaws, equipped with enormous teeth, effortlessly crush smaller cave-dwelling creatures. Cornelia, however, deviates from her new brethren in a significant manner. Her teeth, once straight and uniform like those of her brothers and sisters in these caves, have been marred by the consumption of prey far larger than typical cave moles. Now crooked and chipped, they serve as testament to her insatiable appetite, requiring her to consume three times the amount of food compared to others of her size. Isolated within her subterranean realm, Cornelia lingers in grim solitude. Although the clan's witches occasionally pay her visits, she regards them with indifference, no longer considering them as friends. In her desolate existence, she finds solace in the aroma of fresh meat, relishing the dankness of her moist cave and the comforting sensation of moss beneath her feet. Yet, her unsettling tranquility is easily disturbed by unexpected sounds that reverberate through the cave walls, their echoes lingering for an uncomfortably long time, eliciting a deep aversion within her. Within the recesses of her cave, Cornelia dwells, an embodiment of darkness and lost kinship. Her former life as a witch is but a distant memory, overshadowed by the insatiable hunger that now drives her very being. Her distorted form and forsaken existence paint a grim portrait within the dark recesses of the Seedscar.