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Dragon fire was also me btw 😭

But omg 48 drafts?!?! And here I was thinking my 12 were bad. Thanks for humbling me lol.

Have fun with your ask spree, can’t wait to see the result!!!

𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔

𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒓

𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Aeris Greze (Ariadne Sol Kashmir)

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔: Ris, Ari (after my true identity is discovered)

𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: dragon rider

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 15

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚: Feb 18

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄: aquarius

𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 5'5 (I'm eventually gonna hit 5'7 though)

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: she/her

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: bisexual

𝒎𝒃𝒕𝒊: intp

𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕: South Western Eudoran (slight welsh accent)

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: English, Eoldan (noble tongue)

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: Kelvingrove

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔

left eye pic is pre-awakening, right is post-awakening.

my rider crest resembles a swirl around a starburst, and then trails down my left hand.

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

I carry the quiet, unmistakable beauty of my bloodline, though years spent in obscurity have taught me to move without flaunting it.

My hair is a deep raven black, long enough to reach my lower back. Silky and soft to the touch, it carries a natural wave that gives it life and motion, framing my features like a dark cascade. In contrast, my eyes are a striking steely blue-grey, the color of storm clouds on the horizon. Large and almond-shaped, they lend my expression a certain intensity—calm yet watchful, as though I am always looking for truths left unsaid.

My face is sculpted with the fine-boned elegance of the Kashmir line. I have high cheekbones and a softly defined jawline that give me a regal silhouette. My nose is straight and delicate, neither sharp nor flat, with an almost classical symmetry. My lips are full and softly shaped, carrying a natural rose tint that contrasts against my pale complexion. When I smile, it is often faint and fleeting, but warm enough to transform my entire expression—like sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky.

My build is slender and willowy, with long, elegant limbs that move with the poise of a dancer. Even in moments of stillness, there is something quietly fluid about me—a grace that seems innate, not learned. My complexion is pale and smooth, almost porcelain-like, further emphasizing my ethereal qualities, though there is resilience in my posture and expression that betrays a strength honed through hardship.

At the base of my neck, where my spine and shoulders meet, rests a faint starburst-shaped birthmark. Subtle in its outline, it bears a faint resemblance to the crest I will later bear as a rider, as though destiny itself had inscribed its claim upon my body from birth.

𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

My clothing reflects the careful balance my stepmother maintained: presentable enough to avoid gossip, but never fine enough to rival Dahlia’s silks and ribbons. My wardrobe consists mostly of plain dresses in muted shades of brown, cream, and faded green—colors that blend easily into village life. The fabrics are simple wool or linen, sturdy enough for daily wear but lacking the softness and sheen of noble cloth.

While Dahlia’s hems glittered with embroidery and her sleeves were trimmed with lace, my garments were left unadorned, their only decoration the occasional practical stitch or hand-mended seam. Cassia ensured I was never ragged, for that would have reflected poorly on her household, but she also ensured I was never remarkable.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

this is more a description of my personality when I first shift in, but trust me, it'll change quite a bit. I may start out a little soft and sweet in this dr, but I am NOT gonna stay that way.

I am defined first and foremost by a quiet strength. Years of neglect and belittlement did not break me; they tempered me. I learned to endure in silence, to carry myself with composure even when surrounded by scorn, and to rely on my own resilience rather than the approval of others. Though rarely loud or forceful, there is a firm steadiness to my presence, a core of resolve that makes me difficult to sway once my mind is set.

Beneath this calm exterior, however, lies a deep curiosity and restless spirit. I have always been drawn to what lies beyond the boundaries of my village—the whisper of the forest, the shimmer of the sky, the promise of discovery. I am adventurous by nature, and though circumstances kept me tethered, I carried within me an irrepressible longing for freedom and exploration. My curiosity drives me to learn quickly and observe keenly, a trait that feeds into my fierce intelligence. I do not accept the world at face value; I question, she seek, and I piece together truths that others overlook.

For much of my life, I kept this side of herself hidden, speaking little and revealing less, wary of Dahlia’s mockery and Cassia’s disapproval. But once I find herself in a place of safety and belonging, another layer of my personality emerges: a playful, mischievous streak. I have a sharp wit and a teasing sense of humor, often delivered with a sly smile or a glint in my stormy eyes. It is here that I show the warmth and charm buried beneath my guarded exterior—not the overlooked girl in plain dresses, but someone capable of disarming even the most serious of companions with a laugh or a clever remark.

I am also fiercely empathetic and compassionate, traits inherited from my true parents. I notice the overlooked, defend the underestimated, and offer kindness where I myself was denied it. Yet my compassion does not make me naive; I know cruelty all too well and carry a keen instinct for falsehood. When pressed, my temper reveals itself in sharp words and cutting honesty, a reminder that my quiet strength can become a formidable blade when pushed too far.

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎: I have always longed to see beyond Kelvingrove. I delight in wandering through forests, climbing hills, or simply gazing at the horizon and imagining what lies beyond.

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: Whether borrowed, gifted, or overheard, I treasure stories of distant lands, dragons, and legendary riders. Knowledge, for me, is both escape and empowerment.

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔: The rumble of thunder and flash of lightning exhilarate me. Where others seek shelter, I find beauty and a strange sense of freedom in storms.

𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈: Trees, cliffs, rooftops… if it can be scaled, I will try. I love the vantage point of looking down from above.

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄: Though I rarely perform openly, I have a soft, melodic voice. Singing while alone in the woods or while working soothes me, and I love listening to others sing or play instruments.

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔: From birds to strays, animals have always trusted me easily. I find comfort in their company and prefer their honesty over most people’s duplicity.

𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔: Fresh bread, warm tea, sunlight through a window, or the feel of soft grass beneath my feet. I find joy in the humble pleasures denied to me in excess.

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓: Once safe around others, I delight in teasing remarks and mischievous humor, enjoying the warmth of shared laughter (this probably explains why I scripted Soren to be the way he is lol).

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: Having grown up under Dahlia’s torment and Cassia’s disdain, I have little patience for those who belittle others or revel in their superiority.

𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅: Years of being treated as invisible have left their mark; I loathe being overlooked, especially when I have something valuable to contribute.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏��: Whether physical (being locked indoors) or social (expected to “know her place”), I hate feeling trapped or stifled.

𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉: Despite living near streams, I've always disliked the taste and smell of fish, refusing it when other food is available (I swear this isn't just to mess with Teagan, I hate fish in this reality too).

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ok, so I kept my backstory mostly the same as the canon one, except with a few extra additions.

I was not born a villager’s daughter. My true name is Ariadne Sol Kashmir, scion of the fabled Kashmir bloodline, whose members have been tied to dragon riders and great legends for generations. My father, Niran Sol Kashmir—living under the name Kyrian Solmir—was a noble of renown, beloved for his strength and wisdom, while my mother, Aelea Sol-Yete Kashmir, came from a powerful and respected noble family. From birth, I carried the unmistakable traits of my heritage: the mark of a child destined for great things.

But before I could even speak, my fate was stolen from me.

When I was only a year old, my father’s servant, Cassia, devised a scheme born of envy and obsession. Cassia had once worked within Niran’s household, and though her station was low, she nurtured a dangerous infatuation with him. Convinced his kindness and courtesy masked hidden affection, Cassia sought to replace Aelea and take her place by Niran’s side. She failed. Niran, faithful and honorable, dismissed Cassia when her intentions came to light. But Cassia left with more than her pride wounded—she left with me.

Taking her own daughter, Dahlia Greze (born of her fleeting relationship with Callum Greze, a village carpenter), Cassia fled into obscurity. To conceal my identity and sever her ties to the Kashmir name, Cassia renamed me Aeris Greze, raising me in the modest village of Kelvingrove as if I were her own child.

Life in Kelvingrove was no fairy tale. While Dahlia was showered with attention and favor, I was treated as an afterthought. Cassia’s resentment toward me—a living reminder of the love between Niran and Aelea that she could never destroy—seeped into every interaction. Dahlia, emboldened by favoritism, made my childhood a cruel game of torment: sabotaging friendships, whispering mockery, and turning the village children against me. Callum on the other hand, gave me nothing—no acknowledgment, no kindness, but also no hate. He ignored me entirely, pretending I did not exist.

Yet I was not entirely alone. I found solace in my one true friend, Davin, whose loyalty and companionship carried me through the years of isolation. Together, we formed the only bond that Dahlia’s cruelty could not sever.

By the time I reached my teenage years, the differences between Dahlia and I had grown into a sharp divide. Dahlia, three years my elder, cultivated an image of beauty, charm, and intelligence—though much of her apparent cleverness came from forcing me to do her work for her. When Dahlia turned fifteen, the time came for her to be tested to see if she was a dragon rider, and the village all but expected her to be chosen. To their astonishment, she was not. Her two closest friends were selected instead, a humiliation that only deepened her bitterness.

Three years later, it was my turn. Now fifteen herself, I stood in the line of villagers to be tested, bearing no expectations from my family or peers. I was the overlooked daughter, the forgotten girl. But when the riders came, it was I who was chosen. The announcement sent ripples through Kelvingrove: the overlooked girl, the “lesser” Greze, had been marked for greatness where Dahlia had failed.

Unbeknownst to my stepfamily, the choice was no accident. The Kashmir bloodline runs deep, and with it comes a legacy few can rival. Though Cassia had done all she could to strip me of my name and birthright, fate could not be erased so easily.

Thus began my path: from obscurity and cruelty, to the soaring skies of dragon riders—a destiny that would reveal not only who I truly was, but what I was meant to become.

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏

yes I may have scripted in Davin from my elodia dr, but I changed him up a little.

Among the few bright lights in my childhood, Davin Lysmere stands out as my closest friend and fiercest ally. The adopted son of the local tavern owner in Kelvingrove Village, Davin grew up surrounded by song, laughter, and stories. From an early age, he showed a gift for performance—singing with a voice that could hush a crowded hall, spinning tales that left listeners spellbound, and slipping seamlessly from instrument to instrument with natural talent.

Charismatic, adventurous, and endlessly quick with a joke, Davin became my anchor. Where Dahlia’s sharp words cut, Davin’s loyalty soothed. Where Cassia’s coldness weighed heavy, Davin’s mischief lightened her spirit. He often teased me in a way no one else dared, but never cruelly—always in that half-flirty, good-humored manner that made it impossible to stay upset with him. To me, he was more than just a friend; he was proof that I was not invisible, not forgotten.

When the dragon riders came to test the youth of Kelvingrove, Davin was chosen alongside me, though his aura was not as strong as mine. Marked as a C-tier rider, he bonded with Melora, a lively female honking bluetail whose cheerful calls could echo across an entire valley. Though his status may never rival mine, Davin embraces his bond with joy rather than bitterness, seeing it as just another grand adventure.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

My primary weapon is a whipsword, a blade that can function as a standard longsword, but with the press of a mechanism, releases into a segmented, flexible whip edged with razor-sharp steel. The weapon is further enhanced by enchantments, allowing its reach to extend well beyond what should be possible. In sword form, I fight with elegant precision, favoring sweeping arcs and controlled strikes that resemble the movements of a dancer. In whip form, I become unpredictable—lashing from impossible angles, coiling around weapons or limbs to disarm foes, and keeping enemies at a distance with dizzying control.

My secondary weapon is the longbow, a skill I began practicing in the quiet hours with Davin outside Kelvingrove. I've become a marksman of near-unparalleled accuracy, able to strike targets at great distances with calm efficiency. Where the whipsword is unpredictable and chaotic, the bow is steady and precise, giving me a balance of styles to adapt to any battlefield.

In combat, I favor mobility and adaptability. I strike quickly, withdraw before my opponent can retaliate, and shift seamlessly between offense and defense. I am not a brute-force fighter; and instead rely on my agility, cunning, and ability to anticipate my opponent’s movements.

here's what my whipsword would look like, but again, in whip form, it can stretch up to like 15 feet. also, I have heavily debated switching my main weapon to a scythe, but at the same time, I'm kinda attached to this one.

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔

𝒈𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄: I have a natural talent for glyphwork, showing remarkable precision and creativity in weaving together different shapes and hieroglyphics. Where others may falter with complex inscriptions, I approach them like puzzles, quickly crafting elegant solutions that reveal my sharp mind and affinity for magic.

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒄�� 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: Though I was denied the chance to ride in Kelvingrove, when finally given the opportunity, my natural balance, empathy with animals, and quick learning makes me an exceptional rider. I adapt instinctively to the movement of mounts—a skill that carries over seamlessly to dragon riding.

𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒚: My steady hand, keen eye, and patience make me a gifted archer. Years of needing a quiet outlet for my frustration made target practice second nature, and I relish the calm focus it requires.

𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚: While not yet a master, I adapt quickly. I am quick-footed and precise, favoring agility and positioning over brute strength. And my ability to read an opponent’s intent often gives me the upper hand.

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉: Years of avoiding Dahlia’s notice (and slipping out into the woods when I could) left me with a knack for moving quietly and going unseen when I wish.

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Though not physically imposing, I am light on my feet and can endure long treks or climbs with little complaint.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: I have a sharp, restless mind. I absorb knowledge easily, whether in magic, strategy, or languages, and I often outpace my peers in study.

𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: Having grown up under constant scrutiny and mockery, I became skilled at reading people. I notice small tells—a glance, a hesitation, a shift of tone—and often know more than I let on.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

I tried to not make life too hard for myself and just gave myself a lot of the same weaknesses I have in this reality

𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉: While agile and enduring, I lack brute strength. Against a larger, stronger opponent, I must rely on speed, positioning, and wit, for direct clashes rarely end in my favor.

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚: My hunger to learn and explore can sometimes overtake caution. I’ll test boundaries, investigate ruins, or toy with a glyph beyond my level, driven by the thrill of discovery.

𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆: My words cut deeper than I intend when I’m angry. I know how to wound with precision, and sometimes I let frustration drive me to say more than I should.

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: I fear that if I let others see my fears, my doubts, or my scars, they’ll use them against me, just as Dahlia once did. So I hide them, even from those who might deserve to know.

𝒏𝒂ï𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Though I read people well in deception and cruelty, I am less certain when it comes to kindness, affection, or love. I question motives, sometimes missing genuine warmth out of fear it may be a lie.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆: I covers my mouth when I laugh, a habit formed after years of Dahlia mocking my expressions.

𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈: I hum quietly while working, especially when I'm focused on glyphwork or mending something.

𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: With scraps of parchment or even in the dirt, I often doodle glyphs and other patterns, sometimes blending them with flowers or stars.

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕: When curious, I have a hawk-like habit of tilting my head slightly, eyes bright with interest.

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕: When I'm trying to make a point, I’ll hold someone’s gaze unflinchingly, giving the impression she can see straight through them.

𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈: I can’t sit still when I'm working through a problem—I’ll walk in slow, looping circles until the answer comes.

𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓-𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: I tend to runs my fingers through the ends of my long hair when deep in thought or stressed, sometimes without realizing it.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔: I instinctively brush people's hair from their face or straighten their collars—little absentminded gestures of quiet care.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔: I handle books, scrolls, and written records with extreme gentleness, like they’re treasures, even if they’re tattered.

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓: I used to sneak into Kelvingrove’s small library and read without permission, slipping the books back before anyone noticed.

𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: duel-toned adularescent informal oscillation, inside is light purple, fading out to a teal-ish white

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔

𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: aura is extremely bright and has an electric quality, one of the most powerful aura types, spells are hotter and magic tends to resemble electricity, strong air magic affinity but harder to use water magic

𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 + 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆: memory sighting (purple), more appeal towards entities in astral realm (white), spatial awareness heightened (slight teal tone of white, and cool shade of purple)

𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: easier to control magic

𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: affinity for runic language, dragon shifter (white + adularescence combo)

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Kairos

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅: gilded (rarest, most powerful dragon breed, thought to be extinct, known to be aggressive, intelligent, and hard to control)

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: black + light blue (dark alchemy, elemental transmutation, making material purer, primordial umbrakinesis)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Kairos is a gilded dragon, a living legend thought long extinct, and his presence makes it easy to see why their kind became the stuff of myths. His scales are a deep, obsidian black, so dark they seem to drink in light, yet streaked with faint threads of luminous blue that pulse like veins of lightning beneath his hide. When his aura stirs, those lines brighten into a dazzling glow, giving him the appearance of lightning given flesh.

His body is powerful and lean, built larger than most breeds but deceptively agile thanks to his unique set of four wings. With twice the lift and twice the control of most dragons, Kairos moves through the air with startling precision—able to bank, climb, and dive in ways no other dragon of his size should. When he flies, the sky bends to him, air currents wrapping around his form until he becomes a streak of shadow and light across the heavens.

His horns sweep long and back from his skull, gleaming faintly with blue light at their tips, and his tail is whip-like, sharp-edged and dangerous. His eyes are a piercing pale blue, bright against the darkness of his scales, and they gleam with sharp intelligence, narrowing often in amusement, irritation, or calculation. Even as a hatchling, his stare feels deliberate—as though he is always scheming, always watching.

Kairos’s presence is unmistakable. He exudes a stormlike energy: unpredictable, powerful, and magnetic. Even at rest, there is a coiled intensity to him, a sense that he could erupt into motion at any moment. When he spreads his four wings, their span alone marks him as something extraordinary, a creature not of the common world but of a rarer, older lineage. He is not a dragon who blends into the crowd—he dominates every space he inhabits, whether by sheer size, by volatile temper, or by the aura of myth that clings to him.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Kairos is the embodiment of contradictions: brilliant yet stubborn, fiercely protective yet infuriatingly bratty, endlessly loyal yet impossible to manage. Like all gildeds, he was born with a powerful instinct to shield his rider, but in his youth this often clashes with his immaturity and pride. The result is a dragon who loves me with his entire being but expresses it through constant fussing, hot-and-cold behavior, and the occasional stolen “gift” dumped into my room by way of apology.

As a hatchling, Kairos is clingy, curious, and fussy. He hates being left alone, pesters me relentlessly during my classes, and sulks if he feels ignored. His curiosity drives him to constantly ask questions—sometimes insightful, sometimes absurd—and his stubborn streak makes him refuse instruction from trainers, insisting he can master everything on his own (usually failing spectacularly before trying again). He has the temperament of a willful child: quick to argue, quick to sulk, but just as quick to seek comfort when he’s lonely.

As he grows, Kairos sharpens into something more dangerous and dazzling. His wit and cunning make him thrilling to be around, his mischief equal parts exasperating and entertaining. He delights in terrifying me with wild aerial stunts, only to laugh at my screams and offer me “apologies” in the form of ill-gotten trinkets and shiny treasures. Beneath the chaos, however, lies his defining trait: a possessive, unshakable protectiveness. He cannot bear to see me scolded, defeated, or in danger, and his jealousy toward other dragons and riders is fierce.

Though he tests me constantly—pushing boundaries, refusing orders, shadowing my every step—Kairos’s devotion runs deeper than his pride. When he chooses to trust, he does so completely, and his loyalty is absolute. To others he may be temperamental, even hostile, but to me he is both tormentor and guardian, partner and storm.

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆

From the moment he hatched, Kairos has been both my greatest trial and my fiercest protector. Where most rider-dragon pairs begin with a foundation of trust, ours is complicated by the gilded’s unique instincts: Kairos feels compelled to shield me from harm, but also to harden me against weakness. This conflict manifests in a bond that is as volatile as it is unbreakable—a constant tug-of-war between his overwhelming protectiveness and my determination to prove myself.

In our first year together, Kairos is clingy to the point of suffocation. He shadows me during my classes, perches on the edges of training rings to heckle my fights, and sulks whenever I refuse his interference. He constantly tests my patience, bringing me stolen trinkets, trying to eat from my plate, or attempting to “prepare" my meals in ways that horrify me. His refusal to call me by my name—always “Rider”—is equal parts pride and possessiveness, a reminder that he sees me as his before anything else.

For me, managing Kairos is as much a battle as any duel with blade. I must balance firmness with patience, setting boundaries without alienating him. Every success I achieve in front of him—every fight won, every problem solved—strengthens our bond, proving to him that I am someone worth relying on. Every failure, meanwhile, risks triggering his territorial instincts and distrust. The pressure to prove myself is immense, yet it forges me into someone sharper, steadier, and stronger than I ever imagined.

Over time, our relationship grows from something fraught and frustrating into a bond that is uniquely ours: tempestuous, playful, and fiercely loyal. Where I offer quiet strength and patience, Kairos provides raw energy and chaotic devotion. We clash, tease, and argue endlessly, but beneath it all runs a current of unshakable trust. In Kairos, I have found not just a dragon, but a partner who will guard me with every breath of his flame—even if he insists on driving me mad along the way.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒏: He picks enemies the way others pick hobbies. One week it’s Aamon, the next it’s Nyvara, the week after that it’s Aamon again. He thrives on dramatic grudges.

𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓: He doesn’t just hoard shiny things—he arranges them in odd patterns, convinced they “mean something.” Once, I found my room littered with spoons laid out in the shape of a spiral.

𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: If he sees his reflection in still water or polished metal, he’ll pause and either preen proudly… or hiss at it like it’s a rival. There is no in-between.

𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚: He's convinced I'll starve without his constant interference, so he’ll happily share meat with me, but if another dragon so much as looks at his kill, he becomes explosively possessive.

𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕: He has a strange fondness for crunchy textures—bones, shells, and occasionally snapping sticks between his teeth just for the noise.

𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓: He prefers to sleep curled around objects he deems important—my boots, my whipsword, or even my school satchel. More than once I've been late to class because Kairos refused to give it back.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌: If another dragon performs a trick, Kairos must attempt it himself—even if it means crashing spectacularly. He cannot stand the idea of being shown up. (oh shit when he sees the stuff Nyvara pulls off... save me)

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

Ok, so I was gonna try and write out something for my niche, but also that's wayyyyy too plot linked for me to mess with, and I just don't really know enough about the plot yet to know what I'm gonna need my niche for, so for now, I'm just not gonna write out anything on that. But hey, if I ever get bored in the future, I might try again with that.

But anyways, almost all of this was developed by @lalalian. I think the whipsword and Davin are like my only original ideas in this post, but I kinda just wanted to rewrite the abomination that was my previous intro for this dr, so here we are!

Also speaking of, @lalalian, if you spot anything that's inaccurate or inconsistent, just let me know 😊!!! I tried to mostly use stuff that was already mentioned in posts, especially in Kairos's section (except for the quirks and habits).

@aprilshiftz @lalalian

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94?????? WTF???? THAT'S CRAZY!!!!!!

I think I've gotten like 2 total lol, I can't imagine having THAT MANY!!!!

Also trust me, the only reason I'm able to write out such long ass descriptions and profiles and stuff, is because I do it all like days before I actually post it. So I definately understand it taking a while. I mean just that Soren post was probably like 20+ hours of work, which is why it took a few days to get done, even if that was the only thing I was working on.

Plus, you actually have PLOT to deal with. I mean the only drs I have with an actual plot are my siren dr (which I've been working on for years, which is why I actually kinda know where I'm going with that one), and my aetheros dr (which I've barely scratched the surface of, plus its VERY similar in plot to my siren dr). And my elodia and sci-fi drs are literally just me vibing in my kingdom / in space.

So yeah, I've honestly got like so much respect for you being able to have such a long and complex plot, like I could never.

𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔

𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒓

𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Aeris Greze (Ariadne Sol Kashmir)

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔: Ris, Ari (after my true identity is discovered)

𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: dragon rider

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 15

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚: Feb 18

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄: aquarius

𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 5'5 (I'm eventually gonna hit 5'7 though)

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: she/her

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: bisexual

𝒎𝒃𝒕𝒊: intp

𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕: South Western Eudoran (slight welsh accent)

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: English, Eoldan (noble tongue)

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: Kelvingrove

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔

left eye pic is pre-awakening, right is post-awakening.

my rider crest resembles a swirl around a starburst, and then trails down my left hand.

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

I carry the quiet, unmistakable beauty of my bloodline, though years spent in obscurity have taught me to move without flaunting it.

𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

this is more a description of my personality when I first shift in, but trust me, it'll change quite a bit. I may start out a little soft and sweet in this dr, but I am NOT gonna stay that way.

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔: The rumble of thunder and flash of lightning exhilarate me. Where others seek shelter, I find beauty and a strange sense of freedom in storms.

𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈: Trees, cliffs, rooftops… if it can be scaled, I will try. I love the vantage point of looking down from above.

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔: From birds to strays, animals have always trusted me easily. I find comfort in their company and prefer their honesty over most people’s duplicity.

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕: Whether physical (being locked indoors) or social (expected to “know her place”), I hate feeling trapped or stifled.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ok, so I kept my backstory mostly the same as the canon one, except with a few extra additions.

But before I could even speak, my fate was stolen from me.

Thus began my path: from obscurity and cruelty, to the soaring skies of dragon riders—a destiny that would reveal not only who I truly was, but what I was meant to become.

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏

yes I may have scripted in Davin from my elodia dr, but I changed him up a little.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈��𝒉𝒔

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: Though I was denied the chance to ride in Kelvingrove, when finally given the opportunity, my natural balance, empathy with animals, and quick learning makes me an exceptional rider. I adapt instinctively to the movement of mounts—a skill that carries over seamlessly to dragon riding.

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉: Years of avoiding Dahlia’s notice (and slipping out into the woods when I could) left me with a knack for moving quietly and going unseen when I wish.

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Though not physically imposing, I am light on my feet and can endure long treks or climbs with little complaint.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: I have a sharp, restless mind. I absorb knowledge easily, whether in magic, strategy, or languages, and I often outpace my peers in study.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

I tried to not make life too hard for myself and just gave myself a lot of the same weaknesses I have in this reality

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆: I covers my mouth when I laugh, a habit formed after years of Dahlia mocking my expressions.

𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈: I hum quietly while working, especially when I'm focused on glyphwork or mending something.

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕: When curious, I have a hawk-like habit of tilting my head slightly, eyes bright with interest.

𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈: I can’t sit still when I'm working through a problem—I’ll walk in slow, looping circles until the answer comes.

𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓-𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: I tend to runs my fingers through the ends of my long hair when deep in thought or stressed, sometimes without realizing it.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔: I handle books, scrolls, and written records with extreme gentleness, like they’re treasures, even if they’re tattered.

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓: I used to sneak into Kelvingrove’s small library and read without permission, slipping the books back before anyone noticed.

𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: duel-toned adularescent informal oscillation, inside is light purple, fading out to a teal-ish white

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔

𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: easier to control magic

𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: affinity for runic language, dragon shifter (white + adularescence combo)

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Kairos

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅: gilded (rarest, most powerful dragon breed, thought to be extinct, known to be aggressive, intelligent, and hard to control)

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: black + light blue (dark alchemy, elemental transmutation, making material purer, primordial umbrakinesis)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕: He has a strange fondness for crunchy textures—bones, shells, and occasionally snapping sticks between his teeth just for the noise.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

@aprilshiftz @lalalian

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𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆

𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒓

𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆: History and Etiquette tutor

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 423

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: straight

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

I have searched for a face claim for her for so long, but somehow have still not found one, so oh well.

Lady Alindria Merivelle is a portrait of immaculate refinement, the sort of woman who looks like she stepped straight out of a historical painting—and very likely had a say in how such paintings were composed. Tall and regal in bearing, she moves with the kind of precision that could turn a curtsey into a weapon and a glance into a reprimand. Her posture is flawless, her every motion deliberate and composed. Even seated, she holds herself as though the throne might be offered to her if she lifted her hand.

Her hair is an elegant cascade of silver-blonde, always pulled into an intricate chignon or coiled braid adorned with pearl-tipped pins or delicate filigree combs. Not a single strand dares fall out of place. Her skin is pale and smooth, lightly powdered, with the faintest hint of rose at the cheekbones—applied, of course, with flawless restraint. Sharp, aquiline features frame a pair of piercing grey eyes, the color of faded parchment or stormy skies. Those eyes miss nothing. Students often claim she can see mischief before it even occurs—and they're not wrong.

Her preferred attire is composed of muted silks and satins in deep jewel tones—midnight blue, hunter green, burgundy—all stitched with understated embroidery that only reveals its complexity upon closer inspection. She wears gloves in public, always. Delicate lace or velvet, never flashy, never frayed. Her jewelry is similarly conservative: heirloom brooches, a single signet ring, or a strand of pearls. Everything about her gives the impression of someone who has mastered not just the rules of court, but how to embody them.

Even her scent is subtle—something floral and old, like pressed violets and old books. When she enters a room, people unconsciously sit up straighter. When she stands beside a student’s desk, they suddenly remember centuries-old treaties they had no idea they’d read. She carries a slender walking stick—not because she needs it to walk, but as a tool of rhythm and punctuation. A tap on the floor silences a room. A tap on the desk signals displeasure. No one quite knows where she got it, only that it has been with her longer than any of her pupils.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Lady Merivelle is the embodiment of elegance distilled into discipline. She believes in composure above chaos, and in the power of knowing exactly which fork to use—not because it’s trivial, but because it reflects order, control, and respect for the roles people play in the grand ballet of court. To her, etiquette isn’t just about manners; it’s about strategy. Every smile, every pause, every inflection of the voice is a move on a board most people don’t realize they’re playing on. And Merivelle? She’s been playing for decades—and rarely loses.

At first glance, she can seem impossibly strict, even cold. Her voice is measured and clipped, her standards exacting, her patience thin. She does not tolerate interruptions, excuses, or slouching. She speaks in layered sentences, where praise and critique often share the same breath. (“That was an admirable attempt at a bow, Your Highness. One might mistake it for a stablehand’s morning stretch—but admirable nonetheless.”) Yet beneath that dry, sharp tongue is a deep and genuine commitment to excellence. She expects greatness because she believes her students are capable of it, and her pride in them—when earned—is fierce, if quiet.

Despite her formidable exterior, Lady Merivelle has a biting wit and a subtle, devastating sense of humor. She rarely laughs, but her deadpan delivery of observations can level a room, especially when she aims it at those who underestimate her or her pupils. She never raises her voice, but somehow manages to make silence louder than any reprimand. Her disapproval doesn’t need to be spoken aloud—it’s communicated in the briefest pause, the arch of a brow, the faintest downward turn of her mouth. And yet, in rare moments, her approval glows like sunlight through stained glass: rare, filtered, but unmistakably warm.

She is particularly invested in me—not because she believes me to be naturally suited for court (far from it), but because she sees in me a sharp mind, a stubborn spark, and a refusal to break that reminds her of a younger version of herself. Her lessons may be dry, but they are never lazy. Every lecture is carefully crafted, every question deliberate. She tests her students not to shame them, but to sharpen them, to give them the tools they’ll need to survive not just the court, but the world beyond it.

Lady Merivelle is not beloved. But she is respected. And for her, that is more than enough.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

Lady Alindria Merivelle was not born into greatness, but rather into its shadows. Her family, though noble, belonged to a lesser branch of an old house—respected, but never remarkable. Her father was a minor diplomat, her mother a court interpreter of ancient languages. From a young age, Merivelle understood that being present at court did not guarantee power within it. So she watched. She listened. And she learned.

She was a quiet child, serious beyond her years, often found poring over historical records while her peers practiced dance steps and flirted at garden parties. The tutors assigned to her were some of the best the palace could spare for a girl of middling lineage, and she devoured everything they gave her—history, court protocol, ancient customs, rhetorical debate, and languages both living and dead. What she lacked in title, she made up for in sheer command of knowledge. By the time she turned sixteen, she had already begun drafting treatises on diplomatic customs and penning critiques of outdated social protocols. Some of those papers would later be cited in palace reform proposals, though never credited.

Rather than marry—as was expected of her—she petitioned for a position as a court instructor, a scandalous and unorthodox path for a young noblewoman (at the time). But she presented her qualifications so thoroughly, her reputation for poise and brilliance so undeniable, that the request was granted. She began her career teaching the children of lower-ranked nobles and ambassadors, quickly gaining a reputation for transforming even the most unruly pupils into dignified, sharp-minded members of society.

It wasn’t long before her name reached the ears of King Lycidas and Queen Yvaine, my grandparents, who recognized her brilliance and poise as assets far too rare to waste. She was appointed as the official etiquette and history tutor to their sons, Niran and Valian, and it was in these early royal appointments that Lady Merivelle cemented her reputation. Niran was studious and perceptive, always more interested in the why of diplomacy than the how, while Valian—bold and charming—needed firmer instruction in restraint and refinement. She taught both with exacting care, and her influence would leave a lasting mark on their later reigns.

Years later, when Niran and Astoria’s own children came of age, it was only natural that Lady Merivelle would be invited to return—not as a mere instructor, but as a trusted fixture of the royal household. She taught Alana first, who took to her lessons with effortless grace and discipline. Then came Nikolai, whose charm, wit, and tendency to challenge her logic made for livelier, if more exhausting, sessions. And now, me, the long-lost princess with raw intelligence and untamed spirit, presents the latest—and perhaps most fascinating—challenge.

Each student brought different strengths, different hurdles, and different needs. But Merivelle approached them all with the same unyielding precision, determined to shape not only heirs and nobility, but individuals who understood the true weight of power, history, and presentation.

Though she has been offered higher positions—Minister of Culture, ambassadorial roles, and even advisory seats—Lady Merivelle declined them all. Not out of humility, but purpose. She believes that the most vital work in a kingdom is done not in court chambers but in classrooms. That the future is shaped not in policy but in the minds of those who will one day write it. And she intends to shape that future down to the last refined curtsy and diplomatic clause.

To some, she is a relic of a bygone age. To others, she is the guardian of its wisdom. But to all who know her, she is unshakable, unflinching, and utterly irreplaceable.

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚: Lady Merivelle is widely regarded as one of the kingdom’s foremost authorities on etiquette, protocol, and diplomatic conduct. She possesses encyclopedic knowledge of historical treaties, noble customs, and the unspoken rules that govern high society. She can navigate court politics with surgical precision, and her counsel has quietly shaped more than one successful negotiation—even if her name never appears in the records.

𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔: Her ability to craft and deliver speeches is unmatched. Whether preparing a royal address or a diplomatic apology, her words are carefully chosen, layered with meaning, and structured for maximum effect. She can speak volumes with the subtlest phrasing, and she teaches her students to do the same—because, as she often says, “The right word at the wrong time can cost a kingdom.”

𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒕: Lady Merivelle’s grasp of Elodian history—both the official record and the murky truths beneath it—is formidable. She teaches not only dates and names but the why behind each event. She has a gift for recognizing patterns in political history and applying them to current events, making her quietly influential among those who bother to ask her opinion.

𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅: Even in the face of chaos—be it a flustered royal, an accidental spill, or a collapsing floral arrangement—Lady Merivelle remains composed. Her ability to command a room without ever raising her voice is legendary. She holds attention like a drawn blade: not with force, but with expectation. When she speaks, people listen.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔: While her principles are strong, they can also be limiting. Merivelle has little tolerance for informality or rebellion, especially when it comes to court behavior. She struggles to adapt when the rules change, and her insistence on tradition can clash with more modern or free-spirited thinkers—like me. To her, discipline is non-negotiable, even when a softer hand might yield better results.

𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: While fiercely devoted to her students' success, Lady Merivelle keeps an emotional distance. Her concern often manifests as criticism, and she rarely offers open praise or comfort. This can leave her pupils feeling unappreciated or misunderstood, even when she holds them in the highest regard. She cares deeply—she simply doesn’t show it in traditional ways.

𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘: Her view of court hierarchy is deeply entrenched. While she doesn’t belittle those of lower rank, she does expect them to know their place and act accordingly. This worldview can make it difficult for her to fully accept people who upend the system—like Soren, whose casual irreverence grates on her sense of decorum, no matter how skilled he may be.

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆

Of all her pupils, I am perhaps the most vexing—and the most fascinating. Lady Merivelle sees me not as a challenge, but as a living contradiction: raised outside the court, yet expected to navigate it with poise; born royal, yet utterly unrefined in decorum. My mind is sharp and capable—Merivelle sees that clearly—but my impulsiveness, casual posture, and frequent digressions into topics “irrelevant to the syllabus” try the tutor’s patience. And yet… she admires my resilience. My curiosity. My refusal to pretend I am something I’m not. She would never voice it aloud, but there's a flicker of pride when I remember a treaty clause, or offers a perfectly structured rebuttal. Though our lessons often end in gentle sighs and stifled laughter, Merivelle has grown fond of me. In me, she sees not the embodiment of tradition, but its evolution—and that, she thinks, may be the most important lesson of all.

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂

Alana was, without question, Lady Merivelle’s most ideal pupil. Diligent, elegant, and possessed of a natural grace that made every bow, curtsy, and diplomatic phrase look effortless. Their lessons were quiet, orderly, and remarkably effective. Merivelle holds Alana in high esteem and often references her as a benchmark for excellence—not to pressure her siblings, but as a reminder of what careful refinement can achieve. That said, she knows Alana’s perfection is not just natural—it’s a carefully maintained armor. She never pries, but she sees the way Alana guards her vulnerabilities behind grace. And in her own quiet way, Merivelle respects that too. There’s an unspoken understanding between them: elegance is a language, and both are fluent.

𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊

Ah, Nikolai. Brilliant, charming, and infuriatingly unserious—at least, on the surface. Merivelle remembers him as a boy who turned every lesson into a game, who would quote historical treaties one moment and try to balance an inkwell on his nose the next. But beneath the mischief was a sharp, strategic mind, and she never underestimated him. She challenged him with harder texts, more complex diplomatic scenarios, and he rose to meet them every time—often with a wink and a smirk. Their rapport was a dance of wit and discipline, and even now, years later, they exchange dry remarks and subtle barbs in passing like old sparring partners. She views him as a capable future king—so long as he remembers the difference between charm and diplomacy when it matters most.

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏

Lady Merivelle knew Niran when he was just a curious boy with too-large wings and a tendency to ask questions that veered off-topic in fascinating ways. She was one of his earliest tutors, assigned when he was still a prince—not yet the wise and beloved ruler he would become. She remembers his intelligence, his compassion, and the way he always seemed to grasp the human heart of history, not just the names and dates. Their paths diverged when he took the throne, but their respect for one another never faded. Niran still seeks her counsel from time to time—not as a tutor, but as someone whose insights he trusts implicitly. She never calls him “Your Majesty” when they speak privately. To her, he will always be “young Niran,” asking why treaties always seem to benefit the ones who write them.

𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒓

To say Lady Merivelle was skeptical of Soren’s presence in the palace would be… accurate. Not because of his background, though she was aware of it. But because he represented unpredictability—a wild card placed at the princess’s side. His posture was unrefined, his silences loaded with unspoken defiance, and his presence during her lessons always seemed vaguely disdainful. And yet, he listened. More than once, she caught him absorbing the finer details of her lectures—when he thought no one was watching. Over time, she grew to respect his sharp instincts and cutting wit, even if his manners left something to be desired. While they rarely speak directly, there is a mutual tolerance between them—almost a truce.

𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔

Though she would never admit to it, Lady Merivelle has a secret fondness for overly dramatic historical fiction—especially the kind with scandalous court intrigue and thinly veiled caricatures of real nobles. She claims to read them for “rhetorical structure.” Her students are not convinced.

Merivelle was once courted by a minor noble, years ago, but turned him down with such tact and finality that he reportedly left the kingdom for a diplomatic post abroad—and never returned. She has since remained single, claiming that “the crown is wedded to history, and so must I be.”

Soren has a running theory that Lady Merivelle is secretly half-statue and comes alive only when the hourglass is turned. He once jokingly placed a feather on her shoulder to test this theory. She didn’t react. Until she passed him an hour later and calmly handed it back without a word.

While she rarely smiles in public, she does have a private laugh—low, warm, and reserved for the rare few who manage to surprise her. I’ve only heard it once, and have been trying to replicate the moment ever since.

Lady Merivelle is fluent in three ancient dialects, one of which hasn’t been spoken aloud in centuries. She often reads untranslated scrolls for leisure and finds modern translations “offensively reductive.”

She refuses to use enchanted quills, preferring to write everything by hand. Her penmanship is flawless, sharp enough to draw blood, and she corrects my posture with a mere glance at her ink blot spacing.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

Ok, so this profile is probably a bit less interesting, but not everyone in my drs can be all fun and interesting (I mean they COULD, but I'm not gonna do that because realism). But yeah, I needed to take a quick break from aethergarde because omg that takes up so much brainpower to script for. Plus, I want to finish up a few more things with this dr before I really start posting about my siren dr, and start revealing plot and stuff. Although fair warning, guess who's showing up again in that dr... Soren. So you guys get to read about him for the fourth time. Surprise. Sorry, but I'm attached at this point.

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reverieshifts · 10 hours ago

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Yeah, it was. And then again, I split that concept into like three separate drs. This one, elodia, and auralyn farm.

Also fair enough. You seem to get so many asks, I wouldn't be able to keep track either.

𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔

𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒓

𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Aeris Greze (Ariadne Sol Kashmir)

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔: Ris, Ari (after my true identity is discovered)

𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: dragon rider

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 15

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚: Feb 18

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄: aquarius

𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 5'5 (I'm eventually gonna hit 5'7 though)

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: she/her

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: bisexual

𝒎𝒃𝒕𝒊: intp

𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕: South Western Eudoran (slight welsh accent)

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: English, Eoldan (noble tongue)

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: Kelvingrove

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔

left eye pic is pre-awakening, right is post-awakening.

my rider crest resembles a swirl around a starburst, and then trails down my left hand.

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

I carry the quiet, unmistakable beauty of my bloodline, though years spent in obscurity have taught me to move without flaunting it.

𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

this is more a description of my personality when I first shift in, but trust me, it'll change quite a bit. I may start out a little soft and sweet in this dr, but I am NOT gonna stay that way.

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔: The rumble of thunder and flash of lightning exhilarate me. Where others seek shelter, I find beauty and a strange sense of freedom in storms.

𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈: Trees, cliffs, rooftops… if it can be scaled, I will try. I love the vantage point of looking down from above.

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔: From birds to strays, animals have always trusted me easily. I find comfort in their company and prefer their honesty over most people’s duplicity.

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕: Whether physical (being locked indoors) or social (expected to “know her place”), I hate feeling trapped or stifled.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ok, so I kept my backstory mostly the same as the canon one, except with a few extra additions.

But before I could even speak, my fate was stolen from me.

Thus began my path: from obscurity and cruelty, to the soaring skies of dragon riders—a destiny that would reveal not only who I truly was, but what I was meant to become.

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏

yes I may have scripted in Davin from my elodia dr, but I changed him up a little.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉: Years of avoiding Dahlia’s notice (and slipping out into the woods when I could) left me with a knack for moving quietly and going unseen when I wish.

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Though not physically imposing, I am light on my feet and can endure long treks or climbs with little complaint.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: I have a sharp, restless mind. I absorb knowledge easily, whether in magic, strategy, or languages, and I often outpace my peers in study.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

I tried to not make life too hard for myself and just gave myself a lot of the same weaknesses I have in this reality

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆: I covers my mouth when I laugh, a habit formed after years of Dahlia mocking my expressions.

𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈: I hum quietly while working, especially when I'm focused on glyphwork or mending something.

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕: When curious, I have a hawk-like habit of tilting my head slightly, eyes bright with interest.

𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈: I can’t sit still when I'm working through a problem—I’ll walk in slow, looping circles until the answer comes.

𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓-𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: I tend to runs my fingers through the ends of my long hair when deep in thought or stressed, sometimes without realizing it.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔: I handle books, scrolls, and written records with extreme gentleness, like they’re treasures, even if they’re tattered.

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓: I used to sneak into Kelvingrove’s small library and read without permission, slipping the books back before anyone noticed.

𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: duel-toned adularescent informal oscillation, inside is light purple, fading out to a teal-ish white

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔

𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: easier to control magic

𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: affinity for runic language, dragon shifter (white + adularescence combo)

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Kairos

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅: gilded (rarest, most powerful dragon breed, thought to be extinct, known to be aggressive, intelligent, and hard to control)

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: black + light blue (dark alchemy, elemental transmutation, making material purer, primordial umbrakinesis)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕: He has a strange fondness for crunchy textures—bones, shells, and occasionally snapping sticks between his teeth just for the noise.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

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reverieshifts · 10 hours ago

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DRAGONS not niches. Holy shit I need to get my brain working.

Ok, so I'm trying to develop my niche in my aethergarde dr, and I've got a few ideas sketched out, but honestly idk where I wanna go with this. Idk why but this is SO much harder than Soren's. I know I want it to be sort of death or soul related, but Idk where to go with that without making it cliché. Like I kinda want my niche to again, be niche, so it's not just gonna be your standard necromancy.

Something related to the sort of umbrakinesis and dark alchemy element of kairos, maybe allowing me to completely change matter into shadow, store it, and then do whatever the fuck I want with it later. Idk the idea of being able to break down anything and anyone into shadow just seems badass af.

Again with the transmutation aspect, but lean more soul related, basically allowing me to transmute abstract concepts and states of being (weakness -> strength, despair -> resolve, and eventually just full on editing people's souls). I had NO idea how to work this though.

not full necromancy, but dealing in the veil; the place between life and death. Like sensing when death is coming for someone, and being able to sort of ward it away / encourage it??? Like I could forcefully tether someone's spirit to their body to keep them from dying, and / or mark someone for death. also obviously sensing and interacting with spirits that haven't fully crossed the veil, forcing them to cross the veil, or even partially crossing it myself. Idk I haven't really thought this one out much. this seems kinda overpowered though. Also mayyybeee being able to come back to life if I bind my own soul to something. Idk.

playing into the memory part of my aura, being able to sense and summon echoes of spirits and the past, weather that's objects, or echoes of people's spirits. I could also potentially maybe eventually summon an echo of myself and literally fight alongside myself. This could be very good for like information gathering and shit like that. I'd have to put some HEAVY drawbacks on this one though.

Again, I'm just tossing ideas around. Knowing me though, I might scrap all this in the morning and come up with something else. I'm a very indecisive person.

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reverieshifts · 10 hours ago

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That one actually wasn't me surprisingly enough, but I will say A LOT of your anons were me, especially before I completely changed my account around. I actually came up with the idea to make a lower tiered rider friend after seeing that post.

I was the one however who came up with the long ass alternate backstory (eventually I scrapped that version of this dr, but reintegrated a lot of the stuff from that one into my elodia dr).

𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔

𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒓

𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Aeris Greze (Ariadne Sol Kashmir)

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔: Ris, Ari (after my true identity is discovered)

𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: dragon rider

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 15

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚: Feb 18

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄: aquarius

𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 5'5 (I'm eventually gonna hit 5'7 though)

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: she/her

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: bisexual

𝒎𝒃𝒕𝒊: intp

𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕: South Western Eudoran (slight welsh accent)

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: English, Eoldan (noble tongue)

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: Kelvingrove

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔

left eye pic is pre-awakening, right is post-awakening.

my rider crest resembles a swirl around a starburst, and then trails down my left hand.

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

I carry the quiet, unmistakable beauty of my bloodline, though years spent in obscurity have taught me to move without flaunting it.

𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

this is more a description of my personality when I first shift in, but trust me, it'll change quite a bit. I may start out a little soft and sweet in this dr, but I am NOT gonna stay that way.

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔: The rumble of thunder and flash of lightning exhilarate me. Where others seek shelter, I find beauty and a strange sense of freedom in storms.

𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈: Trees, cliffs, rooftops… if it can be scaled, I will try. I love the vantage point of looking down from above.

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔: From birds to strays, animals have always trusted me easily. I find comfort in their company and prefer their honesty over most people’s duplicity.

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕: Whether physical (being locked indoors) or social (expected to “know her place”), I hate feeling trapped or stifled.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ok, so I kept my backstory mostly the same as the canon one, except with a few extra additions.

But before I could even speak, my fate was stolen from me.

Thus began my path: from obscurity and cruelty, to the soaring skies of dragon riders—a destiny that would reveal not only who I truly was, but what I was meant to become.

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏

yes I may have scripted in Davin from my elodia dr, but I changed him up a little.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉: Years of avoiding Dahlia’s notice (and slipping out into the woods when I could) left me with a knack for moving quietly and going unseen when I wish.

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Though not physically imposing, I am light on my feet and can endure long treks or climbs with little complaint.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: I have a sharp, restless mind. I absorb knowledge easily, whether in magic, strategy, or languages, and I often outpace my peers in study.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

I tried to not make life too hard for myself and just gave myself a lot of the same weaknesses I have in this reality

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆: I covers my mouth when I laugh, a habit formed after years of Dahlia mocking my expressions.

𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈: I hum quietly while working, especially when I'm focused on glyphwork or mending something.

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕: When curious, I have a hawk-like habit of tilting my head slightly, eyes bright with interest.

𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈: I can’t sit still when I'm working through a problem—I’ll walk in slow, looping circles until the answer comes.

𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓-𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: I tend to runs my fingers through the ends of my long hair when deep in thought or stressed, sometimes without realizing it.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔: I handle books, scrolls, and written records with extreme gentleness, like they’re treasures, even if they’re tattered.

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓: I used to sneak into Kelvingrove’s small library and read without permission, slipping the books back before anyone noticed.

𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: duel-toned adularescent informal oscillation, inside is light purple, fading out to a teal-ish white

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔

𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: easier to control magic

𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: affinity for runic language, dragon shifter (white + adularescence combo)

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Kairos

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅: gilded (rarest, most powerful dragon breed, thought to be extinct, known to be aggressive, intelligent, and hard to control)

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: black + light blue (dark alchemy, elemental transmutation, making material purer, primordial umbrakinesis)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕: He has a strange fondness for crunchy textures—bones, shells, and occasionally snapping sticks between his teeth just for the noise.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

@aprilshiftz @lalalian

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reverieshifts · 10 hours ago

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ooohhhh interesting...

don't mind me I'm just gonna be over here hyperanalyzing every single student that we know about's aura and niches

Again, I'm just tossing ideas around. Knowing me though, I might scrap all this in the morning and come up with something else. I'm a very indecisive person.

@lalalian

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reverieshifts · 10 hours ago

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Yeah ofc I added him, I wanna hear him shit talk Dahlia!!! Because once again, he does not give a singular fuck what she thinks of him, which is why he's still friends with me, so the stuff he says about her would probable be amazing!!!

when I have time I might make a quick post on him, because while he's not gonna be at aethergarde (again, he's only a c-tier), he's still a dragon rider.

𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔

𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒓

𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Aeris Greze (Ariadne Sol Kashmir)

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔: Ris, Ari (after my true identity is discovered)

𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: dragon rider

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 15

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚: Feb 18

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄: aquarius

𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 5'5 (I'm eventually gonna hit 5'7 though)

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: she/her

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: bisexual

𝒎𝒃𝒕𝒊: intp

𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕: South Western Eudoran (slight welsh accent)

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: English, Eoldan (noble tongue)

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: Kelvingrove

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔

left eye pic is pre-awakening, right is post-awakening.

my rider crest resembles a swirl around a starburst, and then trails down my left hand.

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

I carry the quiet, unmistakable beauty of my bloodline, though years spent in obscurity have taught me to move without flaunting it.

𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

this is more a description of my personality when I first shift in, but trust me, it'll change quite a bit. I may start out a little soft and sweet in this dr, but I am NOT gonna stay that way.

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔: The rumble of thunder and flash of lightning exhilarate me. Where others seek shelter, I find beauty and a strange sense of freedom in storms.

𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈: Trees, cliffs, rooftops… if it can be scaled, I will try. I love the vantage point of looking down from above.

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔: From birds to strays, animals have always trusted me easily. I find comfort in their company and prefer their honesty over most people’s duplicity.

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕: Whether physical (being locked indoors) or social (expected to “know her place”), I hate feeling trapped or stifled.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ok, so I kept my backstory mostly the same as the canon one, except with a few extra additions.

But before I could even speak, my fate was stolen from me.

Thus began my path: from obscurity and cruelty, to the soaring skies of dragon riders—a destiny that would reveal not only who I truly was, but what I was meant to become.

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏

yes I may have scripted in Davin from my elodia dr, but I changed him up a little.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉: Years of avoiding Dahlia’s notice (and slipping out into the woods when I could) left me with a knack for moving quietly and going unseen when I wish.

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Though not physically imposing, I am light on my feet and can endure long treks or climbs with little complaint.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: I have a sharp, restless mind. I absorb knowledge easily, whether in magic, strategy, or languages, and I often outpace my peers in study.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

I tried to not make life too hard for myself and just gave myself a lot of the same weaknesses I have in this reality

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆: I covers my mouth when I laugh, a habit formed after years of Dahlia mocking my expressions.

𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈: I hum quietly while working, especially when I'm focused on glyphwork or mending something.

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕: When curious, I have a hawk-like habit of tilting my head slightly, eyes bright with interest.

𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈: I can’t sit still when I'm working through a problem—I’ll walk in slow, looping circles until the answer comes.

𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓-𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: I tend to runs my fingers through the ends of my long hair when deep in thought or stressed, sometimes without realizing it.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔: I handle books, scrolls, and written records with extreme gentleness, like they’re treasures, even if they’re tattered.

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓: I used to sneak into Kelvingrove’s small library and read without permission, slipping the books back before anyone noticed.

𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: duel-toned adularescent informal oscillation, inside is light purple, fading out to a teal-ish white

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔

𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: easier to control magic

𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: affinity for runic language, dragon shifter (white + adularescence combo)

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Kairos

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅: gilded (rarest, most powerful dragon breed, thought to be extinct, known to be aggressive, intelligent, and hard to control)

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: black + light blue (dark alchemy, elemental transmutation, making material purer, primordial umbrakinesis)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕: He has a strange fondness for crunchy textures—bones, shells, and occasionally snapping sticks between his teeth just for the noise.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

@aprilshiftz @lalalian

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reverieshifts · 11 hours ago

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Omg we’re just all making aethergarde profiles now lol 😂!!!

But no I actually love this. Like the preforming troupe backstory is so cool, and wow good luck giving that bitch dahlia as a biological sister. I could never.

𝒜ℰ𝒯ℋℰ𝒢𝒜ℛ𝒟ℰ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

𝒲ho the hell is Clementine and why do i wanna be her?

𝒯he baisics୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𝒞lementine Lorelei Meris was born in the summer on an ordinary day. She herself was nothing but ordinary. Clemmie and her twin sister looked nothing alike. Dhalia inhereted golden locks and gray eyes. Clementine had gold eyes and straight white hair. Their parents were part of a preforming troupe: the rose of winds. It was always Clementine's goal to join her parent's troupe and so she succeeded becoming a core member.

𝒩obody in the Meris family was a rider much to Dhalia's discontent. Clementine didn't really hope for much during the first dragon rider test. She liked performing though magic could always spice up a show... In troupe she often played action roles she even learnt martial arts just for that. She was, undoubtedly the face of the troupe.

𝒞lementine had striking golden eyes and an average figure. Her hair was white and straight, a very rare and sought after feature. She had two moles under both her eyes positioned on opposite sides. She liked light makeup that embraced the eyes.

𝓑eing a dragon rider°.ೃ࿔*:･

𝓟earl is the name Clementine chose for her bonded gilded dragon. Though it's not a conventional dragon name at all, it references the perlaescent color of their scales, and their light pink eyes. Pearl has horns turned outward and two pairs of wings, both long and slender

𝓒lementine uses a scythe as her main weapon and double weilded swords as the secondary one. These are mostly for self defense though. In reality Clementine couldn't hurt a fly. What she could do is hurt someone objectively evil. Not kill. She disarms, knocks unconscious and renders unable to fight all in a mesmerizing fighting style reminiscent of a dance.

𝓐fter finishing aethegarde Clementine wants to perform again. Maybe join a guild as a side hustle. But she is a performer at heart and that part of her will never leave her.

𝓛ikes, skills and all the other stuff⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

𝓒lemmie likes anything related to the arts. Music, painting, dance and everything alike. She also loves sweets most of all pastries. Martial arts are something that she is very good at. She learnt the basics for a show and then just continued. Despite not being very physically strong, she could beat someone way bigger in a fight simply via technique.

𝓒lementine doesn't like people she doesn't fully trust. She also despises large groups of people as they are too loud. She hates self centered people and people who think they are better then others. She is also obviously not unbeatable in combat. Clementine has a downright horrendous aim. She could probably miss a wall right in front of her. Her stamina is known for being on very low levels and she gets tired very quickly. She is also bad at cooperation and generally getting along with others.

𝓒redits to lalalian

𝒴es i misspeled Dahlia and it stuck. Yes she is my bio sister here. Yes i am scared of trauma. Yes i changed like half the lore. Please excuse my bad english T_T. I am honestly so scared to post this.

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #original dr rambles #dr intro #lalalian #shifting community #꒰ঌ ‧aprilyapps #reverieshifts

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reverieshifts · 11 hours ago

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𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔

𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒓

𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Aeris Greze (Ariadne Sol Kashmir)

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔: Ris, Ari (after my true identity is discovered)

𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔: dragon rider

𝒂𝒈𝒆: 15

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚: Feb 18

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄: aquarius

𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 5'5 (I'm eventually gonna hit 5'7 though)

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔: she/her

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: bisexual

𝒎𝒃𝒕𝒊: intp

𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕: South Western Eudoran (slight welsh accent)

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: English, Eoldan (noble tongue)

𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: Kelvingrove

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔

left eye pic is pre-awakening, right is post-awakening.

my rider crest resembles a swirl around a starburst, and then trails down my left hand.

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

I carry the quiet, unmistakable beauty of my bloodline, though years spent in obscurity have taught me to move without flaunting it.

𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

this is more a description of my personality when I first shift in, but trust me, it'll change quite a bit. I may start out a little soft and sweet in this dr, but I am NOT gonna stay that way.

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔: The rumble of thunder and flash of lightning exhilarate me. Where others seek shelter, I find beauty and a strange sense of freedom in storms.

𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈: Trees, cliffs, rooftops… if it can be scaled, I will try. I love the vantage point of looking down from above.

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔: From birds to strays, animals have always trusted me easily. I find comfort in their company and prefer their honesty over most people’s duplicity.

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕: Whether physical (being locked indoors) or social (expected to “know her place”), I hate feeling trapped or stifled.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ok, so I kept my backstory mostly the same as the canon one, except with a few extra additions.

But before I could even speak, my fate was stolen from me.

Thus began my path: from obscurity and cruelty, to the soaring skies of dragon riders—a destiny that would reveal not only who I truly was, but what I was meant to become.

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏

yes I may have scripted in Davin from my elodia dr, but I changed him up a little.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉: Years of avoiding Dahlia’s notice (and slipping out into the woods when I could) left me with a knack for moving quietly and going unseen when I wish.

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Though not physically imposing, I am light on my feet and can endure long treks or climbs with little complaint.

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: I have a sharp, restless mind. I absorb knowledge easily, whether in magic, strategy, or languages, and I often outpace my peers in study.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

I tried to not make life too hard for myself and just gave myself a lot of the same weaknesses I have in this reality

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆: I covers my mouth when I laugh, a habit formed after years of Dahlia mocking my expressions.

𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈: I hum quietly while working, especially when I'm focused on glyphwork or mending something.

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕: When curious, I have a hawk-like habit of tilting my head slightly, eyes bright with interest.

𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈: I can’t sit still when I'm working through a problem—I’ll walk in slow, looping circles until the answer comes.

𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓-𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: I tend to runs my fingers through the ends of my long hair when deep in thought or stressed, sometimes without realizing it.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔: I handle books, scrolls, and written records with extreme gentleness, like they’re treasures, even if they’re tattered.

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓: I used to sneak into Kelvingrove’s small library and read without permission, slipping the books back before anyone noticed.

𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: duel-toned adularescent informal oscillation, inside is light purple, fading out to a teal-ish white

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔

𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: easier to control magic

𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: affinity for runic language, dragon shifter (white + adularescence combo)

𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆: Kairos

𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅: gilded (rarest, most powerful dragon breed, thought to be extinct, known to be aggressive, intelligent, and hard to control)

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: black + light blue (dark alchemy, elemental transmutation, making material purer, primordial umbrakinesis)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕: He has a strange fondness for crunchy textures—bones, shells, and occasionally snapping sticks between his teeth just for the noise.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂

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