Sirenth

Just gonna quote S'yal on this one. Since. Y'know. He made her. Originally, she was a clutching green from the now-defunct Changingpern; I usually keep her as such when the option is available to me due to that.

Appearance:

Sirenth is an odd dragon. Her hide is permanently caught between gray and green, and her eyes do not change colors- they remain still and gray-green. To some, she may be mistaken as being on the verge of death. To others, perhaps an ill omen. The truth is simpler and not at all sinister; Sirenth is merely albino. Her hide is delicate and easily burned by the sun, and she has trouble focusing on things and seeing in bright light. Unfortunately, her night vision isn't all that great either.

Sirenth is a lovely dragon, despite what some superstitious individuals might say about her coloration and bad omens. Her face is refined and stern, with a long muzzle and abnormally almond shaped eyes. Her body is sleek and streamlined, with long wings that are particularly emotive. A good way to tell how Sirenth feels about something is to look at how she's holding her wings- loose when she's happy or spread when she's angry or drooping when she's sad. Her tail is likewise long and emotive, often lashing when she's irritated.

Personality:

Sirenth is a very, very smart dragon. She is smart enough to know when to reign Spica in, smart enough to figure out mathematics, smart enough to do pretty much whatever she wants. Most of the time, this reveals itself in her rather dry sense of humor. There's nothing Sirenth likes more then sarcasm, but it's mostly directed at Spica when he's being stupid and trying to get into a fight he won't win. Mostly, though, she spends her brain power trying to make new bits and bobs to play with. Sirenth likes bits and bobs.

Sirenth is a lady, and she would like you to remember that. Class is her metaphorical middle name, and she tries to maintain a certain amount of grace in her everyday actions. She is polite to a fault, always remembering her please and thank yous and apologizing when her rider is at his worst. However, she is not an overly social dragon. She prefers to keep to herself, maintaining a careful illusion of an icy and condescending personality. She keeps the world at arms distance, protecting herself in a shell of ice and letting Spica be the only warmth in her self-inflicted exile. Spica will find himself often needing to encourage Sirenth to talk to others.

Why her self-imposed loneliness? Because Sirenth is afraid of friends. Friends are horrible things that make you do irrational things, and friends stab you in the back if you let them. There are a few she trusts. Nesieth, Spica. But everyone else? They might hurt her. Or she might hurt them. But if someone breaks through her exile, they'll find that she is a very awkward dragon. She doesn't know how to deal with friends, but she tries her very best when she actually has them. She's also very easily embarrassed by those she likes, and may even be shocked into silence when people compliment her.

Spica was not Impressed because Sirenth wanted to change him. Spica is, in Sirenth's mind, warmth. He is the one who brought her into the world, who didn't hate her for being the color of death. He is warmth and fire and passion, and Sirenth clings to him because she hopes that one day she can be as warm as he is. She loves Spica, though she will often talk him out of the stupider things he does. In the end, she needs him more then she'll ever admit, because without Spica, Sirenth would draw into herself and hide from the entire world.