Name: Desdemona Grace

Age: 25 human years (roughly 22 draconian years)

Gender: Feminine

Race: Dragonite 

Appearance: Desdemona was always considered tiny for her age and race back home, but in our dimension, she stands at a slightly shorter than average 5'3" and weighs in at 124lbs. Her frame is delicate underneath her curves, and she has long limbs, all ending in a delicate set of digits. Everything about her figure screams "fragility". Her face is round, almost oval in shape, and her facial features are delicate and soft. While she might not be the most beautiful of the Dragonite, she is still considered stunning by human standards, especially with her living fire hair.

Other things that set her apart from her fellow reptilians were her blue eyes and pale skin, strange colouring even by their genetic pool. She stood out too much to be considered attractive. But here? It's almost bizarre to her gow many catcalls she can get walking down the street in a city.

She has a tendency to ignore fashiontrends, mostly because she doesn't understand why someone would wear towering heels over a pair of comfortable and ass-kicking boots, or why they would suffocate themselves squeezinginto tiny dresses when jeans and a t-shirt are incredibly comfy. She likes to buy graphic Ts and skinny jeans with tears mostly, and tops it off with a zip up hoodie and a leather jacket. You couldn't get her back into a dress if you tried.

Abilities: As a female Dragonite, Desdy lacks the ability to shift into a reptilian form. This by no means makes her defenseless. In addition to having diamond hard skin like the scales of a male Dragonite, her nails can rake through steal like tinfoil, she can generate absurd amounts of heat from her core, and she is learning how to spit fire. The latter usually leaves her absolutely exhausted and with a sore throat for several days. 

Weapon(s): Back in her own realm, Desdemona would have been required to wear a full suit of armour and carry at least a sword, shield, and a few dozen homecooked variety bombs. But here on Primary Earth, all she needs is 6" skinny knife that she keeps tucked into her boots and a can of pepper spray in her purse. 

Personality:At her core, Desdemona is gentle and serious. She has a great sense of humor, but rarely applies it to her actual conversations. She is generally straight forward, always answering questions with absolute conviction. She is generally very open to people, except when her past is touched upon. She has no difficulties trusting people at face value, but once her trust is broken. It is rarely earned again. She is loyal to the end, and if you earn her friendship or love, she would never willingly abandon you. 

Although she is generally a peaceful, and frankly sweet, person, she has been known to flare up and become a force of anger unlike any other. Although she has a playful side that she displays in private, she is polite and calm around people in public.

Biography: Desdemona's home realm is known to the inhabitants as Delfi. It is a paralleling world that mirrors the shaping of Primary Earth, with just two major difference. Instead of being inhabitated by humans, it's the home to the Dragonites, a ruthless race that killed off many of the other sentient races inhabiting it. Those who don't learn to play the part of the ruthless killers are exiled and tend to die quickly. Their children are raises believing that being different is bad.

The second difference? The world is barren and scorched dry. The Dragonite had their own furtile lands in different patches of the world. Other than for mating and celebrations, Dragonite families kept apart. They had a tendency to kill anyone not related to them or mating with them if they spent too much time together. Families sometimes spread as far as 500 miles from each other.

Desdy, one of three fledglings born to a prominent bloodline, was, to say the least, a disappointment to her parents. The only girl, tiny, and a daydreamer. Her mother, who was the primary caretaker of the fledglings, cracked down on her the hardest, vut it never really made a difference. She grew up curious of other races, of different worlds, and would frequently sleep longer than needed in order to maximize her time beyind the bridges. 

As she grew to adulthood, she becane increasingly strange to her race. Compassionate, gentle, and always smiling. It would have been fine had her family had just kept her hidden away. A special celebration was beginning, and there was no way to keep her hidden any longer. 

The coming of age celebration was held only once every twenty years, as there was a three year period in which fledglings were born, and is considered one of the most significant events in a Dragonite's life. It was the day they left their nests and made ones of their own. It was the day they met their mates. 

Desdemona, who was mostly ignored due to her tiny size, turned down every potential mate who did come her way. Word spread quickly at celebrations like this, and soon the atmosphere took a turn to something darker. Cruel eyes were cast upon her as she stood her ground, her refusals adamant. The first sign of violence was a shove from behind that sent her sprawling on the hard ground. Then, as she tried to stand back up, a foot smashed her hand.  She shook both events off, and keeping her hand tucked into her pocket, continued on.

The first stone came as a surprise. It grazed her cheekbone and left a slight abrasion that stung. One wince as she touched the wound, and it was over. Rocks and angry threats went flying through the air, scratching her armour and bruising her exposed skin. She didn't wait long before taking off into the scorching desert. 

The isolation was a blessing for as long as it lasted. Occassionally, one would find her. She never let them get close enough to grab her or to follow her. One male seemed particularly set on hunting her down. She knew there was a way to escape, but she didn't have the required power to do it on her own. 

It needed a blast of fire from a male Dragonite. 

So she waited at the edge of the plains near the mountains for him to catch up to her. It didn't take long. He found her in only two short days. But when he finally had her cornered, he did... absolutely nothing. Desdemona couldn't believe it. This stupid Dragonite had hunted her for months across the desert plains, juat to sit there and stare at her? He wasn't even going to bother to attack??

The girl drew her sword and charged at the male, provoking him into shooting a warning blast at her. With the precision of days of practice, she swung her blade into the fire and sliced through it, tearing a rip in the air that quickly sucked in every bit of fire. With a smile, she stabbed her sword into the ground and saluted the male before waltzing through the hole and into her new world.

And for a while, she was free. 

And then, he found her in her sleep.

And the hunt began again.