Llanielaastronyth
Amaresse
Profile
The Last Astral Dragon
- Name
Llanielaastronyth
- Age
Unknown
- Gender Intersex
- Extrovert
Introvert
- Intuitive
Observant
- Thinking
Feeling
- Judging
Prospecting
Personality
A creature of enjoyment, Llanielaastronyth (or more commonly nicknamed as "Void") is outgoing, fun-loving, and flirtatious. They are an extrovert, and enjoy being the centre of attention. They tend toward crass humour and sarcasm when making jokes. They rarely make plans or strategize, preferring to 'feel' their way through a situation. They are loyal to a fault - they would do anything to protect their friends.
Appearance
They have a purple body and a fluffy dusty blue underside. They have a mane of flowing, ethereal cosmic energy that runs down their spine and tail. Their starry wings are like a window to an astral sky, and when spread wide, seem to trail off in wisps of cosmic magic that when touched send a tingling feeling through the fingers.
They are incredibly elegant, and move as if flowing through water.
When channelling their magicks, their starlit glow is infected with the deep, unsettling colour of the void.
- Length18ft 3in (5.6m)
- Height 8ft 8in (2.6m)
- Wingspan 20ft 9in (6.3m)
- Sexuality
Pansexual
- Strengths
- ● Extroverted - enjoys being the centre of attention and being around people
- ● Hightened agility - very dexterous and can dance around most attacks, this carries over to hunting
- ● Stays outwardly calm in stressful situations
- ● Fierce bodyguard and protector - takes no nonsense if threats are made
- ● Very flexible and works well in complicated scenarios with no plans
- Weaknesses
- ●Rarely makes plans or strategizes - often takes unnecessary risks and jumps in headfirst
- ● Often driven by emotions - can be very vengeful, slow to forgive, and aggressive to others when protecting those they're closest to
- ● Easily manipulated - once you've earned their trust, they will follow unquestioningly
- ● Addictive personality - if there is something that they like, they simply MUST have more of it
- ● Can be overly vain and prideful
- ● Passive and unassertive - will bottle their emotions until they burst
- ● A 'big picture' person - they may miss small details in preference of seeing the whole
- Loud and social gatherings
- Treasure, gold and shiny things
- Hunting, swimming, flying
- Elaborate clothing and costumes
- Music
- Kiwi (whole)
- The smell of mint
- Heavy rain
- Empty silences
- Small spaces
- Loneliness
- Seagulls.
- No, seriously.
- Fuck seagulls.
Autobiography
My name is Llanielaastronyth, and I am the last Astral Dragon.
One might think living in a world where nothing else exists would be isolating, but I find it to be quite calming. The soft, empty static washes over you, such vacant familiarity, indifference circling your head - a place to exist, to think and pray and contemplate. It’s a stark contrast to the Material Plane, and though it is the place I call home, I don’t think I could ever truly go back. There’s simply too much to do.
I never knew my broodmother. I don’t remember an egg. I simply woke up, with nothing but my name, head swirling with ambition. I chose to float through time, and wait. Wait, I did, for what possibly might have been millennia, until my mind was honed and reflexes further. Then, I shifted.
I could not possibly have been prepared for the entropy that is the Material Plane. I thought I had primed myself, readied my mind, but my rudimentary introduction to the world was met by primal screaming. So many colours, shapes, sights and smells, the overwhelming flood of senses overtaking me, and I shifted once more, returning to the Astral Plane. I remember vividly – the vision of green, burned like an echo unto my eyes, their lids squeezed shut to stop the tears from falling.
I think it might have been easier had I been with a guide.
Over the next millennia, I kept trying. To and from the Material Plane, as I came to learn it was called, flitting back and forth like the fleeting lives the mortals, ‘humans’, tend to possess. Time passes much swifter in their world, or at least it feels that way – even now, every time I return home, I am struck with the jarring chains of indifference that slow existence itself.
I came to love the disarray of the Material Plane. Vacant familiarity is comfortable, but after millennia, you tend to grow bored of the unchanging ether. My passion was exploring. Spreading my wings and soaring high over the newly forming continents of their world, watching the biped figures of civilisation spreading out, creating huts, then settlements, then fighting and starting over. Ah, the material beings, they get themselves into so many troubles. I remember growing envious of their endeavours, watching from afar, until my own epiphany - Well… why couldn’t I join them?
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