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...a dracthyr? Right, those winged humanoid dragonkin soldiers created by Neltharion and put to sleep for millenia after gaining free will. Probably another evoker, that elite class that harnesses the magic of the dragonflights to preserve and devastate in their name. This one, however, tends to evoke an aura of befuddlement that is fortunately lacking in genuine malevolence. From what you can tell.
Like with most dracthyr, it is difficult to discern their gender. Even their voice is a perfectly androgynous lilting tenor. They are around eight and a half feet tall and slender of build, with a fierce beaked face, wing-shaped ears, solid violet eyes that sparkle with wild magic. Dark blue stripes mark the back of their vibrant verdigris hide while the front fades to a pale aqua blue; their thorny horns, sharpened talons, and dermal spikes being the brightest. A tall fin crests their skull like a mohawk and another appears partway down their long tail, which ends in a sharp crystalline flail.
An enchanting smile occasionally breaches their spaced-out expression in an awkward attempt to ease the nerves of the dragon-shy, when they're not simply flying away from their problems. A couple of silver rings pierce their expressive pointed ears, visible regardless of form. Fastened to their waist is a pouch that likely carries magical trinkets and herbs. While they are usually protected by elegant chainmail on the battlefield, weapons are rarely used for combat. Their elven visage retains many of the same features, but with dark brown skin between patches of teal scales, and a shape that is slightly more recognizable as male.
Starry-eyed and capricious, whispering between spells and dancing for the unseen, this mystical creature seems to carry itself with equal portions of cosmic grace and barely-controlled mania. Accepting the absurdity of their existence while embracing all things draconic and adjacent. If you could read their mind, you might wonder if this lonely daydreaming dracthyr could have been lucid at the wrong time, and is not always tethered to this reality. There's a bit of a void lingering within...
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