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[center][h2][u]Scarlet Wyrmcaller[/u][/h2]
[h3]AKA Witch of Cinders, Klazuraz[/h3][/center]

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[b][u]Age:[/u][/b]458

[b][u]Gender[/u][/b] Female

[b][u]Race:[/u][/b] Fire Dragon (masquerading as human)
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[b][u]Personality[/u][/b] Scarlet is a stern, cynical individual, whose philosophy emphasizes independence and survival, with no small amount of self-importance. Indeed, while not particularly malevolent or twisted, she is incredibly callous, and places little to no interest in social graces and subtlety. Greedy and materialistic, she also seeks new ways to increase her power and influence, be it with riches, boons or new knowledge. Indeed, this greedy attitude also manifests in a nearly unquenchable thirst for knowledge. However, Scarlet is not blinded, and she knows how to stay her hand from going too far, and more importantly, that sometimes, even the most selfish individual has to perform deeds for the sake of everyone and future prospects.

Scarlet dislikes monster hunters in general (Dragonslayers even more for obvious reasons) and their tall tales, and she has a penchant for rare red meat(Some say human meat!) and fair maidens (or pretty boys). She also loves to deliver tongue lashings.

[b][u]History[/u][/b] Scarlet was not born as such. Her original name, now often only seen in hidden obscure lore was Klazuraz, spawn of Kulraoth the Great Flame. Out of a clutch of seven, she was born as the runt of the nest and had to fight tooth and nail with the other wyrmlings for the scraps of food her mother brought. Klazuraz's mere survival relied on the fact that even if she could not outfight her brethen, more than often she could outsmart them and snatch a bit or two by trickery rather than force. As soon as her wings and claws strenghtened and they were strong enough to fend off by theirselves, they were thrown out of Kulraoth's lair, and flew in all different directions, never to be seen again. A dragon rarely had attachment for their siblings.

Klazuraz would end up settling in a rather wild portion of the forests of Averland. With plentiful food, abundant natural resources and enough space to hollow out an adequate lair, the she-dragon spent her youth in relative peace, with the occassional raiding on Human settlements and fighting other predators. One day, she noticed that a Wise Woman had decided to make a hut in her territory. She pondered destroying the foolish woman where she once stood, but then decided otherwise. Witches weren't known for being otherwise rapacious and greedy, and the rumours of a Witch near her territory would also disuade gloryseekers, soldiers and bandit rabble who would otherwise take the challenge to try and seek out a fight with a dragon. 

One day, this tacit tolerance turned into coexistence when the she-dragon stumbled across a mob who had decided to storm the Witch's hut. Not desiring to lose the disuassive presence the woman had, she decided to take it upon herself and roasted the attackers with dragonfire. After an awkward silence the Witch offered the she-dragon her thanks and hospitality. Of course, getting a dragon inside a humble hut was going to prove difficult, if not for the woman's magic, which allowed Klazuraz to assume the shape of a human female. The dragon had an almost immediate liking for the old woman, and they spent hours and hours talking about subjects, most mundane and arcane. An alliance was struck, and both beings departed in good terms, after exchanging mutual defense vows (Klazuraz didn't see the point of extorting an hermit for riches). 

As time passed, the she-dragon would often than not be drawn to the Witch's hut to sate her curious nature. Eventually, she decided, as a past time, to learn about the mystical fare. Mastering the spell that allowed her to take a human form, she became an understudy in all but name. But to all things come an end, and even the old witch's vitality was snuffed out one day. Klazuraz pondered what to do next, and after not too much thinking she decided that after all what she learned, she could supplant the witch, and act both parts. Witch and dragon, Klazuraz began to style herself as Scarlet Wyrmcaller, and started to pretend she was the successor of her master. It was a really thrilling game, keeping two identities. 

The decay of the World put her game to an halt, however. With ever dwindling viable prey, withering forest canopies, mutant abominations and even more bandit vermin she could care about, Scarlet knew she had to take action to survive, and possibly preserve the status. Indeed, she was no illusion, she could feel she was one of the last of her kin. She considered raising an army of raiders and brigands and give the sick Averland the coup-de-grace by eliminating every other faction in the war. However, a better option sprung up in the south. The Conclave. An union of like minds to cure the plague of the lands. She found this option...somewhat more palatable. 
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[b][u]Weapons[/u][/b] None. She usually makes use of her magic or dragon form to take care of herself.

[b][u]Magic[/u][/b]
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[*] Fire Magic: Fire is the nature of dragons, and it shows. Scarlet's fierce flames have earned her the moniker of Witch of Cinders. A bonus of this kind of art is that as a dragon, she cannot be burnt easily.
[*]Healing arts: The direct effect of studying under a forest Witch, Scarlet is every bit as proficient at mending as she is as destroying with fire, thus increasing her ability to survive and support others.
[*](Minor) Human Form: A very specific spell, this seals her otherwise large and intimidating body and allows her to meld among humans. A side effect is that she becomes...well, as frail as a woman when under this spell.

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[b][u]Other[/u][/b]

Her dragon form is rather large, but not excessively so for a dragon her age. (Think slightly larger than a Skyrim dragon).

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[b][u]Theme Song:[/u][/b]
[youtube=lzDCeo7oFLY]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzDCeo7oFLY[/youtube]
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Raw on the inside, and crunchy and roasted on the outside. Just like Scarlet preferred her meals. The Witch of Cinders sat by a humble bonfire, listening carefully the sounds of the night near her camping place. Maybe, just maybe the journey would end tomorrow and a somewhat more adequate dwelling could be procured. Still, it was not half bad. The ambient was not excessively cold, and it was not raining, for once. Throwing yet another rabbit bone beside her, she took a moment to shift her weight around from her sitting position, shuffling her travelling cloak as she did so, trying not to dirt much of her other garments. Her green eyes darted as sound as she heard a branch cracking under someone's footsteps.

Three figures decided to show themselves by the fire, having decided that the stealth bit was done for. After all, they must have thought their prey was a weak woman. They all seemed fit and young, but somewhat emaciated and miserable. Their grins showed rows of jagged and rotten teeth.

"I suppose you're not here to eat some rabbit." Scarlet said in a detached, cold tone. "Not that there is not much to share, anyway. Tis' a meager meal, I suppose." She added as she moved to eat another piece of her meal, only for a firm, sinewy hand seize her wrist.

"We're to have some real fun, cute bird." One of the bandits, the most proactive of them seemed to take the initiative, clearly emboldened by the situation. Scarlet did not struggle at all, merely slumping her face slighty.

"Fun you say... I do think there are better places to suit your needs right now." She said without battering an eyelid, and picking a rabbit bone with her other hand. "These roads are dangerous, even for the likes of you." She added, as the bandit laughed. Coyly she closed the distance between the two, her hands suddenly embracing the rogue, as she leant forward. "But if fun is what you want... we can play a little." She whispered in a husky voice, as her lips sought the bandit's mouth. Of course, he did not resist.

Until he started screaming, a fountain of blood appearing where his tongue had once been. Smirking with a mouth full of blood and something, Scarlet wasted little time in grabbing the afflicted bandit by the hair and shoving him into the blazing fire, disregarding her own arms. The smell of cooked flesh and unearthly screams filled the night, as his stunned comrades were far too shaken to even move.

Disgusted, she spat the still wriggling piece of flesh of the bandit, as she eyed the other two, a bloody grin appeared in your face. "After all, if it is attacking those who cannot even pose a threat to you...[i]I can do much better.[/i]" She finished, as she cast the moribund bandit aside. "Do you still want to play, my cute mice?" 

Silence was the answer. "Thought so." Scarlet added,as she picked more rabbit to eat. "Well, I have not yet finished my meal... and I would rather eat than pursuit...so I suggest you to [i]run.[/i]" She added narrowing her eyes, as she saw the two survivors making a hasty retreat.

"The night is after all, full of unknown dangers, isn't it?" She chuckled.
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