Name: Lore.
Alias: "The Golden One".

Dragon Age: Mid-Hundreds give or take a decade.

Height (at the shoulders): 15 meters. 

Appearance - Dragon: Lore stands a tad small, breaching the boughs of the younger trees in the forest of her lands. Her scales are golden, shiny, unscratched and untarnished. Her wings are webbed and the flesh takes on an opalescent sheen. Her head raises high on a slopping neck, and is crested with trifold horns done over in harsh black hue. Spikes line her back, also in a blackened shade, and in between each one lies a node of the same opal color as is seen in her wings. Her tail tappers into a simple point and her muzzle is long like a horse. She is mainly seen sitting back on her haunches. She has small ears protruding from her skull and peeking from her horns. She has blue eyes.

Appearance - Human: Coming in at nearly 6 ft. even, Lore topples the height of most women she's seen. It's normal for a Drake to be so large, even as a human. Also, she has yet to master the art of subtly for even though her garb may resemble those of the humans in the far off kingdom, she has skin laced with scraps of gold all over and blackened nodes sprouting from her head and back. Her eyes are blue and her hair is a pale blonde.  

Home: In the Northernmost clearing of the forest; where all the rivers meet. In the center of this body of water, behind two weathered shrines, is a cave that leads bellow the water's surface.

Personality: Lore is, above all things, a recluse. Unlike her kindred which were known to be adventurous and pillage anything in their pathway, Lore much preferred to sit back and stay hidden. Less trouble, she would always say. And less trouble it was. She is known for her temperament: cold-hearted and distrustful. However, prove yourself an ally and maybe the exterior will crack. If and when it does, Lore reveals herself to be fiercely loyal and distinctively (as she tries) kind.