Art credit to WLOP, Articisakemichan, Legend of the Cryptids.
"If you are going to do something, at least, do it right. Otherwise, get out of the way..."
♠ Full Name: Isilra Melian Abraxas [Ee-sil-rah Mel-ee-an A-brak-sus]
♠ Chosen Name: Isilra Melian Tinuviel [Tee-n-oo-vee-el]
♠ Nickname[s]:
Dark Lady, Black General, Harbinger of White Death, Scythe of Judgment, Mistress of Dragomir, Issy by lost friends, Isi by Adtoris[Ruler of Wymond], Eurydice by Orpheus[Ruler of Issimir]
♠ Age: 333
♠ Appearing Age: Late 20s
☠ Height: 5’10”
☠ Weight: 180 lbs
☠ Hair: Raven Black
☠ Eyes: Vivid Reptilian Green
☠ Skin: Porcelain pale
♠ Race: Dragon
♠ Gender: Female
♠ Sexuality: Pan/Sapio/Demisexual
♠ Father: Hyperion Abraxas
♠ Mother: Viserys Tinuviel
♠ Marital / Relationship Status: Unwed/Complicated
♠ Role on Gaia: Ruler of Dragomir
♠ Title: Mistress Tinuviel of the White Flame
♠ Personality:
Isilra is a woman of few words in front of the general public; having been shunned or feared in her home world. Stern, to the point, and even cold to those that she commands; especially. She has a quiet confidence and pride that radiates in all that she does. No one knows of the gentle nature she secretly holds, and she has no intention of that changing, though it can probably be sensed on some level as animals and children adore her. None are aware of the dark recesses of her mind, or of the scope of damage that her upbringing caused to her psyche, on top of the betrayal of her first love. The darkest parts of her personality only come out when she is fighting. With the achievement of the White Flame, extremely grotesque scenes of gore or the sight of blood can potentially cause her to lose her sanity and fly into a dragon rage. Heightening her abilities dramatically, but at great cost to herself. Though it has been over 2 centuries since the first and only time she lost control, not something yet witnessed by this world. Anger is not something she is easily prone to, outwardly, either.
♠ Likes:
☠ Children
☠ Dancing
☠ Singing
☠ Animals
☠ Cute things and girly things[Like lace, fur accented clothing, dresses, shiny things, etc.(Secretly)]
☠ Weapons
☠ Sparring
☠ Flowers
☠ Reading
☠ Fighting
☠ Honor
☠ Loyalty
☠ Honesty
♠ Dislikes:
☠ Vanity
☠ Disrespect or Lack of Morals
☠ Loud Things and People
☠ Greed
☠ Ulterior Motives
☠ Open Weaknesses/Weak People
☠ Attention Seekers
☠ Self Absorbed People
☠ Easy Access
♠ Weapons:
☠ The make shift claws for her hands and feet {Pictured throughout bio}. With enough force these are breakable as they are enchanted tungsten only in that they will not melt under her flame.
☠ Her real claws, fangs, tail(7ft long in humanoid form), wings, and horns.
☠ Her giant scythe is the only weapon she ever totes around on her person, regularly.
☠ On a rare occasion she brandishes her father's weapon; a body sized chakram.
♠ Abilities:
☠ Can generate a brilliant white fire from a chemical mixture and combustion from the pouches in her throat, that can burn through damn well near anything (It is the first temperature possible with white heat.). It comes out in a cone that can cover a 25' x 40' area at peak spread, in humanoid form. Tripling in size in dragon form. The steam or fire can absorb into the form and effects it accordingly, that is to the user's whim(Or the energy applied in the initial attack), to heat the being or thing on a cellular level. - This skill also works on the user, in a slightly different way, it enhances her senses. Once inhaling or absorbing her own flame or steam varying symbols tattoo her skin and illuminate her eyes, her body becomes as hot as her flames.
☠ She has a mastery level of knowledge most weaponry {Swords, shields, projectiles, pole-arms, staffs, javelin, archery}, she prefers to fight in hand to hand combat though (With the claw weaponry in the photos). She was the General of an entire Empire's army in her past, these sorts of skills were essential to that role.
☠ When infecting any non-living thing with her heat or steam (The fog cannot cause this effect, it needs to be the intended use from the moment the smoke or fire leaves her lips)she can make it as hot as her fires, the degree of which is based on her discretion; more preciously the amount of exposure. A little of either will cause a being to need to purge the heat(Through panting or sweating), a lot will effectively microwave the body like radiation; it will not kill immediately it will take about as long as radiation exposure(A couple days). Rather quickly that item will be destroyed unless it is her scythe, chakram, her own body, or claws.
☠ Her body and mouth can emit a fog of white smoke to cover a vast or the tiniest of areas, once it spreads, limiting visibility.. Max coverage is about 20' radius with her at the center. Tripled in dragon form.
☠ Tears that heal (it is not an all heal, there are things that cannot be healed.. but also she doesn't cry. :D This will also not heal herself, only others.) This method became the only way in which she was able to heal anymore once her flames went from yellow to orange and finally white.
☠ Typical dragon tough skin that cannot be pierced unless some kind of enchanted blade or of denser material, that transfers to humanoid form in a sense but is slightly weaker (Managing to remove a scale by any means will result in that spot being vulnerable to penetrating attacks, anywhere that scales are covering will not be pierced by any blade not infused with dragon anatomy or blood. More dense metals can cause damage to her skin). With a typical resistance/absorption to fire or heat. ~ Conversely water and ice is not going to be an instant KO, but the temperatures are quite unpleasant to her body in prolonged periods, and harm her far more than the impact of blunt objects. Encasing her in ice or cold water will only work for weeks at max until her core temperature is hot enough to dissolve either element.
☠ Flight, otherwise she is more agile in human form when running or jumping.
☠ She has the mental fortitude to resist any mind controlling attempts unless significantly weakened, or for some reason allows the user to access her mind(Takes down her mental barriers for them)
☠ Old and wise, able to put things together quickly and form strategies. Unrivaled intellect.
☠ She can transform into her dragon form at will.
☠ Well versed in poisons and botany
☠ Heightened senses. She can hear and distinguish sounds known within 50ft. See in the dark. Smell hidden traces of scents on things that have come into contact with said thing or person.
♠ History:
☠ In another world: Isilra was the girl her father never wanted, and on top of that she had been born of the yellow healing flame of her realm, which meant she was a gentle natured healing type of dragon; everything about the girl was a disappointment to her father from the start. Being the former Emperor's General and confidant he had always hoped to have a boy to carry on the legacy. Her father had intended for her to replace him from the moment she was conceived, and her gender did not end up changing his adamant nature about it. Her mother died a few years after her birth, while attempting to birth her younger brother who also did not survive, so he didn't have much choice. Despite his open disapproval of her sex, he still treated her like a boy, from a very young age. She would go with him whenever he would train the Emperor's son Adtoris IV, sharing the brutal lessons right alongside the young boy. The two were natural prodigies in almost all aspects, she quickly viewed him as a rival and would turn their training into competitions. Despite their games and adventures that she would typically be the one to get into trouble for, she viewed him as the only genuine person she had ever met. He treated her like something that mattered for more than a shield for himself later in life, he did not ridicule her gentle and humble nature; he accepted it and her completely. Adtoris was the sole reason her yellow flames did not become toxic to others when she was upset about her life growing up. In the way that her father was the confidant of his father, he became her confidant; them both seeking to comfort their inherited loneliness in one another.
Being the man her father was, anyone that encountered her treated her the way he did in public, she was the heir to their prestigious Abraxas family and essentially a male in their eyes. Her father never entertained the idea of a suitor for his daughter, training was her life and he would not stand for any distractions. Her duty was to protect Adtoris IV when he and the boy's father were gone, any actions to the contrary would be punished; and she learned quickly to never make such actions. Much to the old dragon's dismay, once he and the former Emperor had passed away the people that had humored his ideals for his spawn changed their tune. Isilra was deemed unworthy of becoming a General to His Majesty.
It was not so much from a desire to fulfill the role her father had wanted for her, to the contrary she was partly relieved when everyone's attitude changed(Save for them noticing she was a female and what came with that), that she refused to accept the views of everyone. Her problem was she would no longer be allowed to be as close to the current Emperor anymore, with the new views of her, other than as a potential mate. So Isilra continued her training, surpassing the dragon's before her; her father included. She pushed her body to the limits, training in life threatening situations, seeking out stories of beings that were strong to test herself against, volunteering to dispatch threats to the Empire, anything, everything, and nearly died more than a few times before it happened…
During a particularly intense battle against an assassin and his underlings sent to kill off the only Dracoix before he could procreate, the encounter causing the demise of the late Empress in the end, her yellow flames became orange. The combination of the red and yellow flames, something no one thought possible, happened. She was a completely different type of dragon than the others in the Empire and could not be refused any longer by any members of the council. She had worked her way up the military ranks and took the role she was born for, shedding her family name and adopting her mother's maiden name.
The oath of fealty she swore to Adtoris Dracoix IV was the truest words she had ever spoken in her life. She would be his shield and his scythe, her life was his. No order too extreme, no assignment or assassination too difficult. She would spend her life repaying the debt she felt she owed the man...
And that is what made his betrayal all the worse for her. After 300 years together her loyalty was brought into question by a foreigner that did not even know her. The stranger whispered lies of traitors and nay-sayers in the Emperor's ear, they were his Inquisitor, how someone not of their world was given such a role was beyond her. She never questioned her Lord, nor did she suspect anything ill would come of it until the slanderer's eye fell on her. She was falsely accused of treachery to the Empire, and banished without a trial or word from Adtoris; not even an attempt to defend herself was given. He had betrayed her loyalty...her love.
Her recent delving into intellectual pursuits is what saved her, when they came for her she had managed to summon a portal with the help of those that believed her innocence. Whisking her away to Gaia and saving her life. What was left of it anyway... Isilra was a shell of a woman, she didn't understand and could not fathom how to go on. What was her life without Adtoris? How could he hate her? Curse her? Let them come to kill her? After all they had shared and been through together...It wasn't real. None of it could be real.
Isilra's survival in this new world was luck, or maybe it was reflex. Her hollow eyes staring at nothing, memories in her mind, as she slaughtered any and all creatures that came for her.
She found an abandoned keep in the mountains far west of a floating city, settling there and offering refuge to those that sought peace in such warring and bloody times. She named the castle Dragomir, and too the section of Gaia she inevitably came to reign over. The creatures that inhabited that part of Gaia gave her the role, she was their protector, and she followed it. Shutting away her feelings, she became just like the man that she had loved, that had ruined her.
It had been through this furthering despair and the unlocking of portals, as well as her lingering desire to protect something when she had nothing, that she attained the white flame of her world; the combination of all fires.
Somewhere deep in her mind, the voice of her father that haunted her began to pervert into something more sinister. It whispers to her, reminding her of her anguish, coaxing her to burn away all the hurt, destroy the pain, destroy this world...all worlds, all things, that doing so is the only way she will ever be free of it. It is that part of her that takes over when she succumbs to Dragon Rage, when her soul burns, when worlds burn, when everything burns.
