[@Denny] Good to hear! 

[s]Are there limitations on weapons, i.e. being up to a certain rank? And for my Laguz, although the canon ones can pass for Beroc, I found this cute picture of a girl with horns, haha. Could I keep those for my character? Where would you want to set the limit for draconic traits on a non-transformed dragon Laguz? Finally, could a White Dragon utilize other magical skills along with her breath?[/s]

Somewhat answered my own questions while chipping at the app. 

Here's what I have so far; let me know if I overstepped anywhere in the background or if any ideas needs more fleshing out — and of course if there are other things: 

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[color=#fffcec][h3]عفرا[/h3][/color][/center]
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[color=#fffcec]Name:[/color] [b]Afra[/b] ibn Saphar al-Rashid ('Afra, daughter of Saphar, the Rightly-Guided')
[color=#fffcec]Age:[/color] 236
[color=#fffcec]Race:[/color] Laguz
[color=#fffcec]Gender:[/color] Female
[color=#fffcec]Affiliated Nation:[/color] Goldoa 
[color=#fffcec]Class:[/color] White Dragon [right][color=#fffcec]________[/color][/right][/sup] 
[sub][color=#fffcec]Inventory:[/color][/sub] [right][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/fireemblem/images/c/c3/FE10laguzstone.png/revision/latest?cb=20090826095136[/img][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/fireemblem/images/e/e7/FE10concoction.png/revision/latest?cb=20090826095007[/img][/right]
[list][*] Bronze [color=#fffcec]buckler shield[/color] with Daein flagship painted on the surface; carried on her upper right arm.
[*] Laguz Stone (x2) — 3 uses each.
[*] Concoction (x2) — 6 uses each.
[*] Gallon jug of [color=#fffcec]beer[/color] (x3). 
[*] [color=#666666]No armor.[/color][/list]
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[sup]⬥ [b]half-shifting[/b] for intermittent scales, armored appendages, horns, and tail. cuts dexterity and offers only minimal defense. nonetheless, traits can manifest separately and instantaneously.
⬥ [b]full-shifting[/b] into a quadruped White Dragon form showcasing peak agility, resistance, and power. gains access to [b]breath[/b] and prolonged gliding. can sustain this form for upwards of ___ . 
⬥ [b]dragon sense[/b] to subconsciously locate other dragon tribe laguz within a 50-meter distance.[/sup][/indent][/hider]
[hr] [i][sub][center][color=#fffcec]My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt... and my breath death![/color][/center] [right]— The Hobbit or There and Back Again[/right][/sub] [/i]
[sub][i][b]Personality[/b][/i] —[/sub]
   Of silver hair and red eyes; of silver tongue and red spirit. The Goldoans tend to see the world in reds, whites, and blacks, to which [b]ᴀꜰʀᴀ[/b] may agree to disagree, but nonetheless: She has served hand-in-hand to royalty; she knows dignity and personal duty like a Black Dragon. Her birth parents left her the speed and wit of a White Dragon. And the Red mother who raised her did so with iron temperament and iron fist. Patently, [b]ᴀꜰʀᴀ[/b] took after her: a tactician outside of battle but a blood knight on the field. Many Goldoans fear the dragon’s feral instincts. She is not one of them.

   The [b]ᴀꜰʀᴀ[/b] welded from her experiences is, primarily, [color=#fffcec][i]ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ[/i][/color], believing herself gifted, of high order, and carrying herself with similar loftiness. It permits she have her own opinions separate of allegiance. The objective sort, she holds others to this as well. 

   [b]ᴀꜰʀᴀ[/b]’s perfect night has entertainment, some banter, tale-telling, a good ale or two. She distinguishes herself from other Goldoans in her [color=#fffcec][i]ᴄʜᴀʀɪꜱᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ[/i][/color] appeals to others and a genuine, unfettered curiosity of Tellus at large, gleaned over her nose. Fixated with authority, she projects a right to others’ concerns, especially those they refuse to tell her, the dark ones that flit in their eyes and smell of fear. She wants to know others strengths and flaws for realist purposes too — forbid they trip over one another in the case of banditry. And who else to protect all these veritable children with armor, swords, and staves but the fire-breathing dragon? 

   [b]ᴀꜰʀᴀ[/b] has decided she likes the Beroc, the other Laguz, but overlooks dynamics like the opulent patron of a theatre performance. [color=#fffcec][i]ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ[/i][/color], detached, dispassionate — just curious. She thinks too highly of herself to open up emotionally in the conversations she creates; she simply thinks too less of others to permit that privilege.  Her orotundity can realize as social inelegance, overstepping and asking too much of the various little ants in armor with their punitive little lives. 

[sub][i][b]Background[/b][/i] —[/sub]
For many years — ‘many,’ vague and incomprehensible as that word becomes throughout a lifetime. It could be truly 'many' years, enough for kings to keel and earth itself to shift, or a short-lived 'many,' like a 'decade' or a 'century' in the Beorc languages. Nevermind which “many” — it was established at some indeterminable time that the Kingdom of Goldoa and all surviving members of the Dragon Tribe would not consult with the wider world for political and economic matters, [i]period.[/i] At some point there was warring, havoc, and awry, and perhaps it was spurred by Beorc bigotry or rival Lagaz pride — perhaps it was spurred by those beastial, temperamental urges underlying much of Goldoan way of life despite how they practiced half-shifting and other such avoidance tactics.

Many wars — and this is an earth-shattering, significant ‘many’ — passed around the region-locked Goldoa but the massacre of the Heron Laguz in-particular caused the dragons to raise their heads, perhaps too late. Charity was piloted to what remained of Serenes Forest as organized by royal council, majorly dominant families of the lower castes leading the charge: the Red al-Bayts; the White al-Rashids, of the latter AFRA was the prominent advocate. A comparative fresh-face within the ancients of the Goldoan courts, she joined the flight course to Serenes and [b]AFRA[/b] remembers the sheer scale of tomes, incantations, and magical knowledge reduced to ash. Knowledge Goldoa would never know. Even the United Bird Tribes bore contraptions Goldoa knew nothing of, like sailboats -- admittedly, arbitrary to the Dragon Tribe minding the geography of their kingdom. And, in regards to that magical knowledge, they probably had as much use for offensive spells as weapons or armor — that was very little. But ever since her first foray into Tellus, [b]AFRA[/b] was internally invested in these people, their petty inventions and squabbles. It was the sort of entertainment you couldn’t find among the stiff-lipped traditionalists of her court who clogged up seats, collecting cobwebs and dust.

It was no wonder the bitter lengths [b]AFRA[/b] would fight with her birth parents considering the discontentment broiling in her, but nonetheless: 

Post-Great War Goldoa, to prevent like tragedies in the future, was inching towards interventionism — or would have liked to, but they were irrelevant to much of Tellus. How could they establish trade with the advanced likes of Begnion and Crimea when they had nothing to give in return? How could they create allegiance with the United Bird Tribes when, for much of the Great War, these so-called noble dragons were nowhere to be seen on the front lines? But there was one nation where ancient sagacity and sheer might were valued among commodities: in Daein. Of all the Laguz nations to which they could find common ground, it would be with the very symbols on their coat of arms. Though these Laguz saw themselves separate from the great Daein wyverns, their understanding of draconic warfare in-general was, expectantly, unmatched. There was a strained respect between the two races, but it was there; it was decided Goldoan court representatives should temporarily occupy the Daein capital for a period of diplomatic discussion. 

You would think, an embassy of highest regard and the second in-line to the crown, a Black Dragon, a prince — the guards would be a little impressed when they first arrived.

The reluctance would make since gradually but the raid on Daein began from the embassy’s touchdown in Nevessa, spreading like brushfire through the homesteads, the cobblestone roads, the farmlands, and especially the pubs. Patrons knew them by those full, foreign names and honorifics. The lesser Daein footmen that would be seen with them, they were seen with them often; the Goldoans were as alien to the concept of ‘personal limit’ as they were to the wider world, so whom should have been stifled, collar-to-the-nape officials, they abandoned the stoicism and slow process of courtly matters when recreation called. And [b]AFRA[/b] was a terrible influence. That’s all she’ll say. 

They were all very careless and very naive to the reality of Daein’s hate, something [b]AFRA[/b] herself had mistaken for fleeting, something the war had stomped out of them — it seemed so petty. The fact that there were Lagaz trotting merrily about as they wished, blending seamlessly within the population, only pointed ears acting as a clue, it drove the majority wild with paranoia, enough to strike an uptick in anti-Lagaz expression. Gradual as years went, but the mercenary movements, the murders, were no coincidence. 

South of the mountains, a day is a week is a month until a year passes, but the Beorc track all of these. Their world is constantly running. You are reminded, quite starkly, of your mortality compared to their own; crucially, you learn to appreciate moments as they come. Time starts to move. 

Second-in-line Prince Rashashim was discovered collapsed in his chambers. Poisoning. Potential perpetrators ranged from the maids who waited on him reluctantly to a greater face within the Daein elite. Needless to say, embassy-building efforts slowed from crawl to cancellation; legal action on part of Daein likewise began to spiral and stall. This was the breaking point and the Goldoan ambassadors had no choice but to scatter. With word on route to Goldoa, the consequences of the royal’s death stay uncertain. Will Goldoa interpret the act as summons to greater conflict? Will they buckle to pride, the uncertainty of mental strain on their dragon forms? Regardless of what comes, [b]AFRA[/b] and her peers are strewn between the outskirts of Daein and the course back to Goldoa, awaiting directives — that is, her peers returned; [b]AFRA[/b] has not. Something’s made doing so… complicated. 

Catching wind of the Desert Hare, a lone dragon slinging stolen goods on her shoulders swaggers onto the circle of covered wagons She makes an offer to protect and guide as only she — she is convinced — can do, before her people force her hand. Making the most of her time, how many days remain.
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