Xaveria

Dragon Trainer

Description:

“We will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.”

Race: Gold Dragonborn
Class: Bard (3) College of Glamour

Xaveria is a monster. A beautiful, glittering, sweet-sounding thing that shouldn’t exist. Her face is unmistakably draconic: with gold scales, four pale golden horns that sweep away from her face and twin tall, shimmering fins in place of hair. Her reptilian mouth seems to be in a perpetual smile, and her aquamarine eyes are wide and attentive. Xaveria’s whole look is of slender elegance, with her elongated neck, arms, and legs. Fins reappear going down her tail and ending in a blade-pattern at the tip. Even the talons at the ends of her fingers and toes have a smooth, pleasing curve. Despite being completely inhuman, Xaveria is undoubtedly aesthetically lovely.

She dresses in fine, flowing silks or dark leathers, preferring style over pure function. One gets the sense that the way she presents herself, down to her posture, has been precisely selected.

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Bio:

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However she came into existence, it probably wasn’t pleasant. She’s stated that Dragonborn are created, not born. Created for what purpose?

Visible Information

  • Eyes: Vivid aquamarine with slitted pupils
  • Hair: Her fins can stretch quite tall, and shimmer in the sunlight
  • Height: 5’9" without accounting for the headfins
  • Build: Slender with tight-packed muscle, probably weighs more than she looks like she should
  • Distinguishing features: Looks like a dragon in human shape. Has claws and tail. Pretty unforgettable.
  • Refined tastes
  • Plays the Harp-lute
  • Thinks highly of herself
  • Seems to know more than a little about Yura
  • Has a kobold squire named Kraith
  • Is often called “fussy”.
  • Was one of the Empty Philosopher’s slaves.

See and Add Quotes for Xaveria Here!

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“How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing or fussing
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?”

“Storm the master marathon I’ll fly through
By flash and thunder fire I’ll survive
Then I’ll defy the laws of nature and come out alive
Then I’ll get you
Be gone with you, you shod and shady senators
Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries
I challenge the mighty titan and his troubadours
And with a smile
I’ll take you to the seven seas of rhye”

“And in this labyrinth, where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is here/there
…Inside my/your mind…
Sing, my Angel of Music!
…He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera…
Sing!
Sing for me
Sing, my Angel of Music!
Sing for me!?”

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Xaveria

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