Anya
(#29327528)
Level 25 Skydancer
Familiar
Firebelly Weaver
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.47 m
Wingspan
3.29 m
Weight
375.77 kg
Genetics
Maize
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Twilight
Butterfly
Butterfly
Blood
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Biography
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☽ Anya ☾
Heir to the Crown • Neutral Good
Heir to the Crown • Neutral Good
HEIR caring genuine cowardly DETAILS NICKNAME; none GENDER; female PRONOUNS; she, her ORIENTATIONS; bisexual ALIGNMENT; neutral good AFFILIATION; none CHARGE; orosian dais LIKES; botany, exploring, knowing what to do DISLIKES; conflict, loud noises, puzzles STRENGTHS; empathizing, giving advice, ax-wielding WEAKNESSES; saying no, planning, aiming FEARS; abandonment, tight spaces, blood RELATIONS DUSK; best friend ZHENNA; friend FLUORITE; friend AURELIUS; annoyed by VIOLETTA; dislikes ISIS; scared of AZARA; resents STATS HEALTH ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STRENGTH ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ INTELLECT ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ MAGIC ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CHARISMA ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ WILL ✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ LUCK ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ART moodboard by credit xxx by credit xxx by credit NEEDS PRIMARY; pinstripe-8/12/18 SECONDARY; butterfly-8/4/18 TERTIARY; runes-7/25/18 BREED; skydancer-8/6/18 APPAREL; none SKIN; none  
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♜History
Anya always loved her father more. Evergreen was a charismatic, loving dragon, while Azara only cared about making her stronger. Her mother was obsessed with making sure Anya knew how to fight and kill and hunt and find shelter and so many things, but all Anya wanted to do was sunbathe and read stories. It was on one of her mother's excursions that everything changed. Anya had just barely missed catching a deer and was already bracing herself for Azara's punishment when they had heard shouting coming from the camp. The two ran back as fast as they could, but Anya's smaller body couldn't keep up, and the woods seemed to stretch on forever. When she finally found her way back, night was falling. Azara was pacing around the borders of the camp, a promise of violence on her face, and her dad... He was bleeding out from a wound on his neck. It was all Anya could do to stay standing. Her brother, Samirus, who was always the smarter one, had ran for the nearest town to get a medic. She knew she should do something, but what? There was nothing she could do, at least in her mind. She couldn't get past the fact her dad was dying, couldn't get past the threshold of the camp, and she hated herself for months to come over that fact. Evergreen had lived, but that was only because of Samirus's quick thinking. Not hers. Never hers. But she promised herself she wouldn't be a coward again when the time to act came again. When her dad finally recovered, the first thing he did was try to get Samirus and Anya to safety. He knew full well Azara would react explosively, so Evergreen told them if anything happened to him, they needed to run to the nearest town. He bought ferry tickets to his hometown under their names, and his parents would take care of them until they left to find their Charges. He said he and their mother loved them very much, and then they left without a word to Azara. And just as Evergreen predicted, she hunted them down like they were animals. It was almost laughable how quickly she found them, but the look in her eyes silenced everything in the woods. Evergreen's last words to them before Azara tore him apart were to run. He made sure her focus stayed on him, buying Samirus and Anya time to flee, but Anya was frozen. Samirus tried to convince Anya to move, to do something except stand there, but she couldn't. Sheer terror had her rooted to the spot, and she broke her promise to herself. Samirus was pleading with her, but as Azara neared the end of her assault, he left. Anya didn't blame him. The smile on Azara's face when she finally dragged herself from Evergreen's corpse still haunts her nightmares. Her mother had walked to her slowly, claws and mouth stained red, but Anya held her ground. Azara saw this as bravery, as dedication and unconditional love to her, and she praised Anya for it. But Anya knew the truth. She was a coward, and her father died because of her. After that, her mother was never the same. What once was an obsessive, feral, and somewhat confusing woman was now a hollow shell. In all honesty, Anya preferred it that way. Azara would stumble her way through their travels by Anya's side, never talking or barking orders that left her ears ringing. Anya would barter for food and eat in restaurants instead of hunting like her mother had forced her to. She never had to talk if she didn't want to, she learned to read, and she even picked up a few hobbies. All she had to do was make sure Azara ate and drank, and that was it. Anya got to make friends, and some even decided to join her. And yet, despite the peace of having the life she'd always wanted, nightmares plagued her. Every night, every time her eyes closed, she was thrown back to the night of her father's death. It was driving her crazy, and sometimes she considered whether it would be worth it to smother Azara in her sleep. One less monster in the world, right? It was on one of these nights where Anya could only stare at her mother and fight the urge when Azara woke up. Physically, and mentally. Her mother had lurched forward out of bed, and her eyes held that same gleam that chased Anya's waking hours. But again, she had changed. Azara was now cold and focused, unlike her old ways of having erratic flashes of anger. Anya didn't recognize her. Neither did the dragons in the small Clan she had formed, when she started killing them off. Again, Anya was too scared of Azara to do anything as the fragile happiness she had built for herself shattered, and the scars from her mother, both mental and physical, ached. Yet Azara favored Anya, and she named her as her Heir after the takeover was complete. Anya was shocked, but she was determined to make a difference this time. She was the only dragon Azara truly trusted, and she would use that to make life better for those in the Clan, however much she could. Her fear had stopped her two times before. It wouldn't stop her a third. Now, Anya plays a dangerous game. She is betting against her mother and Isis with her own life on the line. In one rash decision, she traded her loyalty and support to Isis in return for sparing her mother's life should the witch take over the Clan. Anya simultaneously supplies Isis with information to take her mother down and tries to destroy the Golden Court from the inside. If her mother were to find out, Anya has no doubts that she would kill her without a second a thought. But she doesn't know Isis well enough to how she'd react; she only knows it would end badly. Anya has caught glimpses of a shadowy figure just beyond the corner of her eyes when she looks at Isis, and she knows that whoever that is, they are Isis's ally, and they are not a dragon. Strange forces are at work in the Court, but Anya doesn't want anything to do with them. It's too bad she may not have a choice. ♜Biography ENFP-T ( +Curious +Emotionally Observant +Adaptable +Caring +Lives in the moment +Optimistic +Cooperative +Empathetic -Overthinks things -Hard to focus -Poor planner -Very emotional -Smothering -Stressed easily -Cowardly ) As the Heir, Anya shadows her mother. She helps Azara with day to day troubles, and is usually in charge of holding Court. Anya is basically a glorified complaint box, and while she tries her best to relay these suggestions to Azara, the Monarch doesn't seem to care. Her main objective is to help keep the peace and make sure everyone remains loyal. Despite her position, though, Anya keeps good relations with most everyone in the Clan. ♜Inventory . 
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.♜Notes -Anya hates fighting, but she's amazing at it. Azara drilled every swing of her ax, every punch she can throw, everything and anything that can hurt others into her head. It would be a second nature for her, but she's incredibly squeamish. She wants to be a pacifist, but Azara would never let her. -As much as she hates using it, one of Anya's most prized possession is her ax. Her mother gave it to her for her seventeenth birthday. The handle is made of the wood from their old house, when their family was all still alive and together, with runes for protection, strength, and durability engraved into it and inlaid with gold. The two blades are made of enchanted metal forged by some of the best metallurgists in the Ashfall Wastes. It's a work of art, and its one of the two gifts Azara ever gave Anya. -Anya is the kind of person who's nice to everyone, and loves physical contact. She'll walk up to someone and loop her arm through theirs, or run up to someone she just met yesterday and sweep them up in a hug. This has led to quite a few people thinking she has a crush on them, or them getting a crush on her. She's "friends" with almost everyone, but the only person she trusts to talk to about her problems is Dusk. He's her rock, but when she finds out Isis made him grow close to her to get information, she was heartbroken. I'm not sure how their relationship will advance after that, but Anya would honestly be too sad to be angry with him, and Dusk would feel horrible too. That probably would be the thing to end up driving Anya to make a deal with a demon (still deciding who) to make sure that no matter what, Azara survives the civil war. it would probably be Barachiel, but how would she contact him? hmm -Anya's greatest treasure is her necklace, though it's the cheapest thing she owns. She keeps it hidden under her mantle, taking great care to ensure its safety. It's made of twine, painted beads, and twigs, and is practically falling apart. The only thing keeping it together at this point is sheer force of will (and a preservation spell Khione put on it when Anya had set it aside, but he likes to let Anya think it's lasted so long because she loves it that much). She and Samirus made matching necklaces out of twigs from Littani, and it's the only physical thing she has left of him. -mag. 19, phys. 19. Holy heck Anya, you're actually a beast |
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