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Noel Eammuarwyn
- race
- Dragonkin (“Pocket” sub-species)
- gender
- Female
- d.o.b.
- ???
- aligment
- Chaotic neutral
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― biography
Born to a shape-shifting dragon and an elf, Noel was hatched and raised amongst dragons. She inherited her parent’s ability in a strange way, only being able to shift her size. Other dragons tease her for being a “size-shifter” instead of a shape-shifter (she HATES the term).
Like all dragons, Noel is driven to form hoards of a specific object. In her case, it is gold - she is drawn to the shape, smell, texture and even taste of the precious metal. She is able to tell if a compound contains gold (and how much of it) through touch alone. Where she lives, gold is the main form of currency, so this translates to a love of money.
As is typical of her kind, she is largely solitary and finds it hard to form strong ties to any one community.
Noel takes on jobs as a travelling mercenary because she enjoys the chaos of a fight and the feeling of money earned with her own hands - quite literally, since she has a preference for close combat. She is stronger and more resilient than most humanoids thanks to her dragon blood; her skin is actually a hide of very fine scales.
Her diminutive stature makes her an unassuming bodyguard. She markets herself as a pocket mercenary to people who do not want to be seen travelling with a guard. If things go missing when she’s placed in a bag or pocket… well, it’s payday, baby!
“So, have you ever had a soldier you can fit in your pocket?”
― personality
Spunky and mischievous, Noel is very friendly and will chat up a storm over anything, even when fighting. She also likes playing (mostly harmless) pranks.
Her cheer belies an instinctive bloodlust - almost like a predatory instinct. Noel thirsts for the thrill of battle and gets satisfaction out of dispatching her enemies. Quite unfortunate for any common ruffian who sees her as nothing more than a child.
Noel rarely shows any negative emotions. You might catch her pouting dramatically when her elders scold her, though.
Aside from her size-shifting and combat capabilities, Noel has a great sense of navigation and amazing luck, bringing fortune wherever she goes - but she often asks what use that luck is, when she was not lucky enough to inherit more useful traits such as wings or the ability to breathe fire!
“My hands are stained with the blood of my enemies! ...Just kidding, they’re gloves! Did I scare you?”
― likes
💵 💵 M O N E Y 💵 💵
Honey, eggnog and wine
Booger (one of her dragon friends, not the nose poop)
Stars and nighttime
Big, heavy quilts and coats
― dislikes
Being teased for not having full shapeshifting capabilities, fuck you!
Swindlers who think they can take advantage of her
The taste of blood
Bitter things
People telling her what to do
“Nan said we dragons are more birds than lizards, but I’m no bird-brain!”
― trivia
Her gloves are made of dragonhide.
Tiny pointed ears (point downwards; usually hidden under hair).
The red patches around her eyes are also scales.
She is able to wield a bow (the elven side of the family would never let her get away with not learning) but finds it cumbersome.
In every way that matters, most dragons treat her as a pureblood.
She can’t fly but she can SUPER JUMP.
When angry, eyes turn reptilian (slitted pupils remain pale); fangs elongate (are usually tiny, just slightly more pointed than human canines).
Omnivorous.
She travels with a nanny-playmate-old fart she affectionately calls “Booger”.
“Don’t listen to Booger; I am not a nasty brat!”
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