The Rob me of Love, Rob me of Life Common Female Forest Dragon The Highwayman Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death. The Gilded Fired Bullet Egg -- The Altruistic Forest Dragon Like the dashing rogue in any complete fantasy team, this egg glimmers with a pinch of dashing charisma and luck. With a shell of pale gold, there are flecks of brilliant red spattered across the middle. It entices with an almost literal smirk and wink. The red, however, drips down into the bottom of the egg, turning a muddy crimson color, marring this otherwise beautiful treasured shell. The Rob me of Love, Rob me of Life Common Female Forest Dragon Name: Noyissa [noi-YISS-ah] Quite simply taken from the name of the poet Alfred Noyes, and adapted to fit a more feminine appeal. She enjoys having a name after a person, instead of a mesh of words, and if ever questioned about it would launch into the biography of a man she, for all accounts and purposes, should not know anything about. Irregardless to laws of reality, Noyissa's name is a point of pride for her. Mindvoice: Italic #9B1660 She is sultry and demure, with a deeper voice than most females seem to possess. It is, however, at just the perfect pitch to make hearts throb and women swoon, if the glamor and appeal of it is truly enforced. Always bright and happy, her sentences are topped with a tinkling of glass laughter no matter what the situation. It is near sickly sweet, with its coating of heated honey dripped over a smoking log, an intoxicating sound to the mind. Personality Passion grips and clings, its weight and heat hazing through the mind, clouding and impairing judgement. Passion can make someone accomplish the impossible, ignore both flaws and warning signs. It does not overwhelm without good intentions in hand, but it overwhelms nonetheless. All other aspects of life pale in comparison to its immense, consuming blaze. Passion is Noyissa's game, and play it to the fullest extent she does. That's why when she commits herself to those pleasurable yet dire flames, nothing else gets between her and the end result. She values her love more than life itself, almost to a tragic point since she has a tendency to cherish nothing eternal or immortal. What she is so willing to preserve and die for may in fact wither the next day. One would be hard pressed to find a truer friend; it would be a true idiot who would give her the label of "fair- weather". No matter the level of personal discomfort it would put her through, if Noyissa values someone as her friend - which she no doubt does - then nothing is off limits or out of bounds to see them smiling. Some might call her shallow, and they wouldn't be too off base. Her penchant for hoarding dazzling gems and shiny jewelry are on par with a Mountain's, though she would always share when asked or prompted. All in all, she is a friendly sort - sincere, genial, and personally inquisitive. The only harm she would ever inflict would be against herself, and she is a solid rock foundation to any sort, no matter how shy or outcast from society they may be. Sweet as the fragrance of a refreshing spring in the arid desert, with thriving short-lived flowers along her banks, she would never be the one to take revenge or hold others' short comings over their heads, and all are accepted. Height: 15.11 feet Length: 32.7 feet Appearance Her scales are a deep emerald, cast in dark mottled hues. They mix well with her lighter hued scales along her belly and proud, thrust-out chest. At first glance it appears as if she adheres to a strict mono-colored pallet, but in direct light she shimmers and sheens. It is upon closer inspection that one can see the shiny metallic ruby lining on every other scale. The red coloration is thin, but catches the sunlight nonetheless, casting brilliance all around her. Like her pink-ruby eyes, the subtle coloration is only noticed upon strict inspection, dazzling and captivating when finally noted. Her horns are pronged and appear as if dipped in a cherry-wood stain, certainly appearing more as a decoration to admire than a weapon of any sorts. The truly eye-catching feature about her is the brilliant golden mane, touched with just a kiss of fiery orange and red at the tips of the soft tufts. It is a small mane, starting just at her horns, tracing along down the back of her neck and ending just after her shoulder blades. Her gait is always proud, her steps taken with intent, and with that level of pride comes a certain air of grace. While she may toe lines of arrogance with some, Noyissa simply holds a confidence that her intentions are true, and she believes that with conviction most lack in their daily lives. Needless to say, she takes care to impress when she can, and impress she will, some fine lad some day~