Biography

Posey is a dragonborn, the offspring of a dragon-blooded species and a normal mortal. She is descended from a gold dragon, who seduced her elfin mother many moons ago in a night of mysterious passion. At least, that’s what her mother says - she’s never met her father, and presumably never will. Her skin is indeed a bright yellow, and her natural ability to breathe flame lends credit to her mother’s story… Sadly, all Posey has to go off of is the very real fact that she is a dragonborn. For all she knows, her father may be a humble brass dragon, or even a wicked red dragon - either one could explain her distinctive scales.

Clearly different from her peers, the influence of Posey’s mother kept her well-protected from potential bullies. Her mother’s name was Oleandra, a name on the tongues of almost every elf on the continent. Oleandra is a fashion designer, a discipline held in high regard by the art-loving elfs, and she was one of the best. Her innovative and peculiar stylings translated into loads of gold and a cushy upbringing for Posey. Posey was never left wanting for the finest clothing, the most gourmet foods, and the best schooling possible for a girl her age. Posey was interested in the arts as well, but her passions lay in the world of music.

Her mother spared no expense bringing Posey the finest education that could be afforded. Posey was enrolled in the most prestigious arts college in all elfdom, and quickly became a star pupil. Music remained her primary muse, but her interests spread out broadly from there: painting, poetry, acting… She was a prodigy, something more than once attributed to her draconic heritage. Attention was Posey’s lifeblood and she had the talent to demand it.

Of course, being so used to attention has its downsides. Posey developed something of a puckish personality. As one of the most well-regarded students of the university (and the daughter of a celebrity!) her teachers gave her much leeway. She had a poor understanding of the boundaries of other students; frequently, she would insert her “adjustments” to another student’s work without their permission, or demand time for private “review concerts”. These open boundaries almost never extended to her classmates. Posey would become furious, or burst into tears at the slightest critique.

Do not think that Posey was some kind of petty tyrant! Aside from her blatant character flaws, she tried to express gentleness and compassion to the world around her. The world itself was her muse, and Posey saw no difference between a powerful monster, a small cute critter, or a repulsive venomous insect. She was a true animal lover who found even swatting flies abhorrent. Towards her classmates, she posited herself as a perpetual shoulder to cry on. She was indeed a good listener, and would give good advice to those in need, but when she assumed you needed a shoulder to cry on you’d better come up with something to cry about fast!

As time went on, and Posey came close to graduating from the university, the notion of her lost father reared its head again. She had achieved so much artistically, her father had to be a noble gold dragon… right? Still the notion that she could be descended from another kind of dragon stirred in her head… just who was her father? Well, everyone knew where most dragons denned - out West. It would be trivial to ride out there and find her father for herself!

Not so. For the first time in her life, Posey found herself bad at something: magic. Posey enrolled in the college’s magic arts program in a last-minute course adjustment and found herself over her head. Her tutors stressed the interweave of art and magic, how a song could heal the body as well as the heart, the secrets to literally breaking the hearts of your audience, and Posey discovered what it mean to really work for your art. Her lute-playing was as impressive as ever but her fingers could not draw the magic from the strings. No mockery, no matter how vicious, seemed to have its intended mind-shattering effect. It took Posey weeks of hard work before the most basic of Prestidigitation came naturally to her. It devastated her to not naturally have the knack - weren’t dragons known for their innate magical blood? Many nights were spent crying into a pillow over her magical failures. Her determination did not fail her, however, and Posey stuck with the program. In time, with much hard work, she learned the basic magical talents of the Bard… long after her peers had!

In time, Posey graduated with not as many honors as she may have earned if she didn’t take her magical course. That wasn’t what was important to her - she was ready for her journey. By joining up with an adventuring crew headed West, she could finally find her father.