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[img]https://i.imgur.com/fPea08v.png[/img][/center][color=black][h3][b]𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Bastia the Terror - Bastia Aescau[/color][/indent][/indent][color=black][h3][b]𝔄𝔤𝔢[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]101 - 28[/color][/indent][/indent][color=black][h3][b]𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Female[/color][/indent][/indent][color=black][h3][b]𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]A [url=https://i.imgur.com/EmoJWQr.png]long, thin dragon[/url] with teal scales accompanied with black barbs and blood red highlights. There are hammerhead-like horns that jut out perpendicular from its head, shadowing its blood-red eyes and black teeth. Its wings expand out like a bat's with red spines at the ends for spearing and grappling. There are only two legs on the body that are raptor-like in build. Those fierce talons are rarely seen except when latching onto prey and dragging them to rend their flesh from bone. A long tail, adorned with black spines, spills from its body, coiling and bobbing like an interested cat. Bastia moves fast and without remorse, taking to shadows and ruins with the expertise of any other cloaked hunter. [/color][/indent][/indent][color=black][h3][b]ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Bastia is not a dainty veneer of a human woman. She's cut like broken glass, twisting edges that may bring blood if not held correctly. Black, short hair wreaths around her pale, gray-tinged skin. Her face is marred with slivers of red scars and illuminated by porcelain blue eyes. Her lips are full and crooked, but her teeth are straight and white. Her aquiline nose juts out with a smattering of freckles over the bridge. Her body is wreathed in viperous muscles, prominent and not pretty. Her nails are bloody around the edges, and her palms are constantly wrapped in bandages. She clads herself in gothic armor with a seductive cut to allow what feminity she posses to pour out in the way of an ample bosom and strong hips. She wears a sword on one hip, a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d7/42/f7/d742f73070ce456d34af659d3cc102cf.jpg] chain whip[/url] on the other, and has a blade tucked into her gauntlet. [/color][/indent][/indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fPea08v.png[/img][/center][color=black][h3][b]𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Sardonic and crass define the words that pour from Bastia's lips. Her voice may be a creamy velvet, but its contents are that of the darkest vitriol. She chews and spits out those that she views as weaker than herself. Yet, her pride isn't all-consuming. She'll let anyone prove their worth. Just don't expect her to play fair. Bastia will win no matter the cost, and take her pound of flesh with glee. She's loyal to her friends, however few and far between they are and enjoys keeping those bridges unlit. Quick to drink and laugh, but not in a manner that would be viewed as warm. She's a cold, dark breeze with wit and off-putting charm for days.[/color][/indent][/indent][color=black][h3][b]𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 & 𝔄𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray][color=#cd1312]𝓗𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓰𝔂[/color][i] - blood magic -[/i] Bastia has the ability to control her own blood. She can empower it to allow her to move faster and be stronger. When it is exposed to air, she has basic psychometric control over it. It can become as sharp as a blade or as bludgeoning as a mace. She can also infect someone else with her own blood if she's able to get into their veins. There she can sap their strength to embolden her own, otherwise, she relies on her own stamina to power herself. So, it's not infinitesimal. She can also sense where her blood is, meaning she can tag someone with it and follow them. In human form, this power is reduced due to her smaller size and lack of as much vitae as she has in her draconic form.
[color=#cd1312]𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓪𝓽[/color][i] - guerrilla tactics -[/i] In her dragon form, Bastia is a twisty beast that uses her sinewy musculature and sleek body to slide in and out of crevices. She waits and baits her prey forward before attacking. While she wouldn't last long in a pure aerial fight, if she is allowed buildings, cliffs, or other varied terrains--she could become quite a formidable foe. As a human, she is a talented blade user, moving swiftly and sharply towards her foes. She uses her unassuming form to land deadly blows as quickly as she can.[/color][/indent][/indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fPea08v.png[/img][/center][color=black][h3][b]ℌ𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Many a mother would whisper tales of the "blood dragons" to their children as they crawled into their bed. They'd encourage them to stay under the sheets all night so they wouldn't be prey to these beasts of dark scales and blood-red eyes. It was an amusing tale and one that was rooted--however flimsily--in truth. "Blood dragons" were the urban cousins of their nature-dwelling brethren. They lived in small nests underneath a bustling city, taking human form almost always to tend to their business. Why be vulnerable out in the wilderness when you could rule the cities of man without their knowledge?

Bastia grew up in the divided Empire of Huldern, using its unrest and dwindling power to hide easily. It was easy to steal away into human dwellings with the promises of cheap labor and a sturdy backbone. At a young age, Bastia took to pocketing whatever went unattended. She refused to live in the squalor of her brethren. Restlessly taking to the streets in glamour during the day and hunting in scales at night. She wasn't content to be akin to a violent alley cat. Unfortunately, that led to her separation from her familial brood at a young age due to a political upheaval that she didn't have the years to understand. She was thrown into the world without much understanding of what it meant to be a dragon. All she knew was how to be a survivor.

The Empire of Huldern didn't make it hard for her to find work. She knew the basics. For a while, she lurked into stables and under the counters of inn kitchens. Bastia refused to shift her form for fear that she'd be found out. Instead, many a year went by without her dropping her glamor. It was in those years that she made sure to constantly move around so no one noticed how slowly she aged. When she got to a point that no one viewed her as a child, she found her calling.

It'd been an accident. Bastia had ducked into an alley to make it to her destination quicker. It was then that a man clubbed her from behind. Everything faded for a moment but came back sharply as blood pooled from her head and raced down her face. Without much control, the droplets became as sharp as knives and she shot them towards the man. One of the droplets managed to get him in the eye. He screamed out in pain, holding it. About that time, the guard came across them. Bastia felt the world close in around her. She knew that she was in trouble. Except... that she wasn't... they actually paid her (well, what was left from their share.) Apparently, the man was a known criminal and had a nice bounty on his head. She then realized she could get money by subduing humans. 

As the Empire was in perpetual change, Bastia was able to make a living off this trade. Criminals were numerous when there wasn't a foundation for them to stand on. And Bastia was able to keep moving enough to never rouse suspicion. Though, a tale of her started to be known. How she'd hunt her prey like a fox tracked a wounded rabbit. Though she stayed mostly in human form, she occasionally took to her dragon one to make sure that she never became useless in her natural body.

Bastia had never known many other dragons, but those that she had come across had not taken well to her demeanor. She didn't care, though, her pockets were filled with wealth and she was filled with the thrill of the hunt.[/color][/indent][/indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fPea08v.png[/img][/center][/hider]