Varrus, Amelya

[Amelya Varrus]

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Lynch,

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A Drowning

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Amelya is short small and paralyzed from the waist down, she has a sickly beauty about her, as if she's not quite well in body or mind. Her blonde hair extends to her waist and her eyes are heavily shadowed even without her makeup. Pale skin and simple garb her voice is that of a chime, it lingers clear and sharp in the air for a time after it is made heard.

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Varrus, Amelya Ren

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sweet 19

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Female

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born a, Draconian

should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]

AMELYA is, 5"3 tall.

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British Columbia, Canada

getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]

Heterosexual

babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]

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Draconic Communication

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An extravagant ceremonial silver dagger.

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Simple long blue or white dresses, often doesn't bother to wear shoes

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Wheelchair,Dragon

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A modest inheritance when she turned 18, greatly diminished by her living 'til that point.
A simple back pack emptied, enough room to allow a small creature to hide away.

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disposition to the law

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Neutral

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Evil

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Nightmares and memorable dreams

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Strawberries

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Flying, as well as simply being with Illyan

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Tragedies

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Silence

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Chocolate

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Water

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Sound

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Thunderstorms

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Counting the seconds of silence.

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Birthed proper and healthy to Alicia and Jeremy Varrus, Amelya grew quickly and happily into a wide eyes beautiful girl. In her childhood she often dealt with envy of her lengthy silk blonde hair, once having it cut in class by a tyrant in class.
She was 12 when she and her loving parents enjoyed a cruise during their vacation, clear skies had erupted suddenly into black torrents and epileptic flashes.
Amelya was struck by lightning, her body fell limp to the deck then to the wild waters beneath.

The cacophony of tides and thunder was silenced by an overwhelming pressure, the waters silencing everything, a numbness waving over her before everything became black.

Amelya awoke after several days, huddled up to a large fire, unable to stand, at further effort she realized, unable to move her legs at all. At first the most intense fright dawned on her, a weight greater then the death she'd carried with her before. A grand Black and white dragon with endless blue eyes stared patiently at her from it's resting place sprawled across the beach.

It had heard her cries, those not even Amelya herself had heard.
Now she heard his voice.
The next several years were spent hopping between homes, her grandparents, a myriad of different foster cares.
Those from before were gone, split cleanly from her existence, but if they had been here, it would be they who would see the change that had stirred within the girl.
Her hair thinner, her eyes darker, her heart absent, stolen away by the mighty dragon that cradled her broken body back to shore.
Lost in his eyes.

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Amelya can't fight, she carries the dagger more as metal assurance.
Her hearing since she awoke wasn't quite the same, clearer, sharper, more grating, noise was all the more apparent for her dislike of it.

[Amelya Varrus]

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Thick black scales coat the monstrous Dragon, veins of white course through them like lightning. A deep black purple mane flows out from behind the four terrible spikes protruding back of it's head. Several large fangs that look as rock chiseled of a cliff face decorate it's long treacherous mouth. Illyan's neck is as bulky and powerful as his intimidating lower jaw, muscles coiled tightly within. Darker patches dot the entire length of the Dragon's long spine that extends into a lengthy powerful tail, tipped with scale wrought blades and course black fur that functions almost as a tail fin would while swimming.

The eyes for which the beast is titled are truly endless, a true blue the likes of which none have seen, such immeasurable depth calls in the mind of those who stare into them. Lost like a ship at sea, no winds or wave, the sky so clear the horizon is blurred at the waters edge.

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The Endless Eyed, Illyan-Sehvrael

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sweet 1293

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Male

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born a, dragon

should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]

ILLYAN-SEHVRAEL is,18 feet tall and 115 feet long with a wingspan of 80 feet.

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Saint Helena

getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]

Heterosexual

babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]

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Hypnotic Gaze
Flight
Shrink
Electricity Control (1)

disposition to the law

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Neutral

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Neutral

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Chocolate and other sweet things

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Flying and swimming

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Storms and natural disasters

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Small amusing (and tasty) creatures, like cows.

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Amelya Ren Varrus

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Meaningless death, especially that of bad luck or accidents.

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Cities and highly industrial places, expanding, forcing his kind to hide in smaller holes every year passed

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Over reactions to trivial matters

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Lies, deceit, and betrayal.

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Being alone

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Counting the seconds of Din

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Born on a small island in the center of the southern Atlantic known as Saint Helena great ages ago. For a great time life was simply perpetuation for the dragon, but as years stretched on Illyan felt increasingly alone, seeking other Dragons or Draconian beings that more often then not wished against his company.
The ages turned quickly, over several hundreds of years, humans became louder, more destructive, more insufferable, and beyond all more numerous.
Once Illyan could fly as he pleased, fearing not the insignificant that hunted his kind with swords and lances. The only dragon's he had heard of being slain died in sleep, in deceit or beneath their own ego.
Deceit he knew well, for in his loneliness and youth he joined a noble Draconian, a man of the church and of the sword. For some months the days passed slower then they ever had before, that brief year worth decades for the intricacies of the memory.
For this span the dragon felt calm, secure, and increasingly ignorant.
There came a day that Illyan's friend betrayed him, exploiting weaknesses learned, tearing wings and striking true between scales.

The Knight had done his best to avoid the Dragon's gaze, but it was an inevitability that he be cast into an ocean of the deepest blue tears, corrosive and angry, they cried in anguish, they cried betrayal, the cried for love, and before he was freed from this journey his life was rend in two by a single scything strike that pronounced a sound so sickening Illyan refused to move for nearly a week, leaving not to eat nor getting a moments rest.

Beyond one hundred, and beyond two and three.
It was an age or two again beyond that before Illyan gave in to his loneliness and his age, weary of solitude that anguished cry of a lightning struck little girl gripped his attention.
The boat was lost too quickly and savagely for the dragon to do anything, but the girl, ironically freed from it by being cast to Death's Doors could be saved. At first Illyan left, and not merely once. Always though, he would come back to check up on her and find her still asleep and lost in stirring dreams. The week passed slowly as those days long ago once had, it scared him, but it was a fear dulled by time, now lesser then that of being alone.
The mighty beast stayed, watched over her, and gathered food for her awakening.

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He felt something when they connected, burning scars, the pulse of lightning. Ever since joining Amelya he's possessed her affinity for swaying electrical energies that was etched into her frail body.

[Antoinette Argonith]