Shortened Name:
Isadora Winchester

Preferred Name:
Eldenia Carlton [Fake Name]

Nicknames:
El, Goldy, Raven, and Miss Moody [Close Friends]
The Reaper of Mankind [By Locals]

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Age:
18

Gender:
Female

Pronouns:
She/Her

Sexuality:
Fluid

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Dragon:
Open

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Appearance:

credits to 菱哈哈 @ neka.cc

Isadora is a woman who cares little about how she or others perceive her, her clothing theme tending to linger in the grayscale with little to no color available as if she's trying to make herself unnoticeable to the naked eye. Her aura feels like a chilly night, it's not uncomfortable, but it's not welcoming, either. It's cold yet soothing, heavy but like a blanket covering you, like a shadow born by the moon's light. Isadora's ambiance can soothe one's mind and draws in unwanted admirers, almost like an unseeable magnet was pulling you towards her. She's unfriendly to those she knows little of, with her aura growing thicker and nearly suffocating, a small sign that she's uncomfortable with their presence. Oddly, her eyes bear no sign of heavy emotion, tending to carry a somber and neutral gaze, a stare without judgment or friendliness. However, her eyes would light up when she spots someone she's close with, whether it's a friend or lover. From her view, her loving gaze is reserved for those who earned it.

Isadora is tall, but not by much; however, it makes her easier to spot in a crowd, so she prefers to avoid active places. She's uncaring about her physique, with Isadora's height of 6'3 and her weight of 215 lbs. Her height has its advantages and disadvantages. Her stature gives her an edge in anything physical, like fighting or running, but she is terrible when to anything revolving around stealth. Another con is that her tallness intimidates people, although she's not eager to scare someone shitless as she doesn't want to hear them cry. Isadora's body is well-muscled all around, having visible six-packs and rounded muscles, increasing her durability more, unlike others. She can withstand most attacks from her opponents, yet those quicker than her may have the upper hand in draining her out. She's fast, but not as fast compared to the beta blood. However, she trains herself in all aspects, wanting her body to be balanced in strength and agility, although she's leaning toward the strong side. The woman's lightly tanned body is covered in scars from the neck down, with the more gruesome one on her throat, a blade wound she received from sparring with her trainer. To hide the injury, there's a tattoo over it.

Isadora's face is handsomely beautiful, having an unwavering, calm, and determined appearance. Her cheeks are defined wonderfully, having a sharp look to them by having exposed cheekbones with healthy gaunt cheeks. Her smile lines that are partially visible reach from the midpoint to her nose down to the corner of her lips. She has a rounded and widened forehead, with her hairline centered perfectly along it. The woman's jawline dips into a rounded curve and connects with her narrow chin. Above the chin is a set of wide lips, and along the corner of her right lip rests a hard-to-see scar. Isadora's ears are rounded and settle evenly on both sides of her head, with tiny holes in her ears from many piercings she's got. The shape of her eyes is narrowed, giving her a sharp look when she stares at someone. What makes her stand out more is her two colored eyes of gold-green. Over her left eye is a long scar that reaches from her forehead to her cheek, along with a beauty mark under her right eye. If she smiles (which is rare), her teeth are pearly white, although her canines are longer than usual.

Lastly, Isadora's hair is always short or medium length. Only hovering inches above the shoulders. Would she wear long hair? Well, that's future Isadora's decision. Her hair is thick and luscious, and the woman adores her locks and pays lots of money to tend to them. Just don't ask how much it all costs to keep it in a healthy condition. Her hair was originally a dark brown until she went outside a lot, the sun bleaching her hair. Now it's a lighter brown, almost like an ashen color. The ends of the woman's hair are a creamish color, standing out somewhat from her hair. Isadora's hair type is in-between straight and wavy, with the top half straight as can be, but the ends curl slightly.

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Strengths:
Physical Prowess
Hand-To-Hand Combat
Weaponmaster
Reflexes
Dexterity

Weaknesses:
Speed
Endurance
Charisma
Socialness
Stealth

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Personality:
Stoic ☾ Nonchalant ☾ Cold-Hearted [To Strangers] ☾ Merciless [When Fighting] ☾ Unsociable ☾ Lawful Neutral ☾ Athletic ☾ Well-Mannered ☾ Dutiful ☾ Tidy ☾ Orderly ☾ Brutal [When Fighting] ☾ Strong ☾ Sporting ☾ Neat ☾ Can Be Loyal ☾ Honest-Liar ☾ Independent ☾ Hardworking ☾ Adaptable ☾ Disciplined ☾ Aggressive [When Fighting/To Strangers] ☾ Affectionate [To Few] ☾ Complex ☾ Hypnotic ☾ Private ☾ Frigid ☾ Blunt ☾ Moody ☾ Protective [To Few] ☾ Unbothered

Likes:
☾Her Weapon Collection
☾Sweets/Deserts
☾Ravens/Crows
☾Thunderstorms
☾Certain Music
☾Quiet Places
☾Riding Her Dragon
☾Exercising
☾Reading
☾Tattoos [She Finds Them Hot]

Dislikes:
☾Annoying People [Mainly The Loud Ones]
☾Large Social Events
☾Any Bright Colors
☾Someone Touching Her Dragon
☾Unwanted Affection/Strangers Touching Her
☾Needless Drama/Drama Starters
☾Socializing
☾Being Inactive
☾Cheesy Poems/Bad Pick-Up Lines [She's Received Too Many]

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Relationship Status?:
Single

Crush:
Nada [PM me]

Significant Other:
Nope

Exes:
Nada

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Kin:
Unstated [She Wants To Keep It That Way]

Affiliations
Open, PM me

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Other:
HTTYD [Of Course]
Finished. Let me know if they're any errors. <3

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Ráijá Vábo

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Standing on his forelegs, Rhyhor is only a little shorter than he is when he stands at his full height with his wings, which push him to a clean 19 feet tall, with an extremely muscular, bulky build. At times, he can be seen having pushed himself to sit on his hind legs, if he's using his wings to walk then often he ends up having an odd, almost threatening lumbering gait, and if he's using all six of his appendages to move then it's almost as if he's scrambling somewhere as quick as he can.

His head is broad and muscular, his teeth are long, sharp and some of them protrude from his maw, glinting in the light of his storms. He has a second row of teeth that are serrated and facing backwards, meaning that once you're trapped in his mouth, only Rhyhor can choose to let you go, or you lose a limb. His eyes are pupiless, without a sclera [the whites], and a bright, almost glowing white-blue color, not unlike the lightning that comes from his maw.

Out of the back of his head, Rhyhor has a small crown of horns, with two jutting out from just above his eyebrows that are larger than the rest. Starting around the middle of his head and going all the way down his spine are a row of spikes. They start small on his head, remain semi-small, although increasing slowly in size, along his neck, rapidly increase in size on his back, with the largest in the middle of his back. From there, they begin to slowly shrink again, with the smallest on the end of his tail.

Like a true storm, Rhyhor is volatile, destructive and untamed. He's aggressive to his core, leaving carnage in his wake once he's on a warpath. Once he's got it in his head that he needs to fight, he goes until there's no one else to fight, until he drops, or if, for some reason, he thinks it isn't worth it anymore. He's as unpredictable as a storm front, a switch in his head flipping on a whim, lightning settled in his heart and ready to zap anyone that dares to get too close.

He prefers his own company, always has and always will. The silent crackling of lightning between fangs, the patter of the storm overhead, the powerful, invincible feeling that always comes from gliding among the thunderstorm. He prefers the company of raindrops against his scales, of wind against his ears, of lightning as blue as his eyes. Others have always gotten in his way, have always allowed weaknesses and distractions that he couldn't afford.

He's territorial and possessive, once someone or something is his, it's his, and he would kill and die to defend it. Food and resources are no different, with a high amount of food aggression and resource guarding behavior. His short temper truly shines here, if he's approached by someone he doesn't trust completely while he has food, a growl is the mildest of his reactions. He's likely to be more tolerant of someone he trusts, but he has his limits, even then.

Lightning Production
Instead of the "fire breath" of some other dragons, Rhyhor spits out lightning. He can control how severe it is, where it goes, etc. He can also make his scales electric for large amounts of time, mainly to avoid unwanted touches. In same cases, he can even use the lightning of a storm to make his attacks more powerful, this falls into lightning production and his storm manipulation. If he's charging up his lightning breath, the spikes along his spine begin to glow. The more of them glowing/the brighter they are, the more powerful the attack is going to be. If he's used his "absorb lightning" skill, his scales begin glowing too, to signify how powerful his attack is going to be.

Brawn and Brains | While he's large and bulky, Rhyhor isn't an idiot. He's not the smartest out there, sure, but he's got some brains in his silly little head.

Agility | Rhyhor is big and bulky, not agile or overly quick. He's built to be beefy and pack a punch, not to run and escape something.

Conditions | To make/"create" storms, the conditions must be right. He can't make a storm out of thin air, the elements and needs of the storm must already be there for him to bring them together.

Personality | He isn't a friendly dragon. He's territorial, wild, and unpredictable. He's been in more fights than he can remember. He's a timebomb waiting to go off on anything that gets too close.