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[` eori .]

EORI LUMOR

The greatest and the smallest, light and dark, right and wrong - they all come together to form the miracle that is life, and none can exist without the others.

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there are no flowers
NO, NOT THIS TIME

Race:
Dragon
Age:
Two hundred sixty-three; appears to be a seven-year-old child.
Sex:
Female
Affiliation:
Grey Company
Favorite/Best Power(s):
Shape-shifting

there will be no angels gracing the lines
JUST THESE STARK WORDS I FIND

Mate/Spouse:
None
Family/Ancestry:
When Eori hatched, she was alone in her nest. Her egg was the only one in the nest that hadn't been destroyed. Her parents are currently unknown.
History:
Eori's first sights were the shattered shells. Deep red. Glittering blue. Vibrant green. Mysterious purple. And her own, of course, a radiant, opalescent white. Hers, however, was split into much larger pieces than those of her unfortunate brothers and sisters. Indeed, Eori was alone for her hatching, met with a scene of sorrow. She didn't know, at the time, what had happened. All the little dragon cared about was food and how to obtain it. Being the size of a full-grown cat, the hatchling was limited in her choices; two mice and a small unfortunate sparrow quelled her appetite.

It was the longest time before the young dragon realized she could shift to appear human. Things simply worked out that way. One warm, sunny morning, Eori had been perched on a fallen log and suddenly was falling. Her human form was only two years of age at the time, after all. This did give her an advantage, though, as she slowly figured out how to control her transfiguration. She used the human form to gain the sympathies of a widowed woman in a village near where she was born, who took in the strange young girl to raise. Of course, Eori had to reveal what she truly was, and did. The woman, though quite shocked at first, allowed the youngling to stay.

Several years passed. It was the eighth year that Eori and Noir, the widow, had lived together. Noir noticed that the dragon, when in human form, was no longer growing. Eori noticed, as well, but she rather liked it. The childish appearance she maintained was much better than what she imagined it would be like as a human adult, and her dragon form would continue to grow larger.

One day, the dragon-child grew tired of the village she lived in. She was very reluctant to leave the kind woman who had taken her in behind, but her desire to explore and find someplace new was unignorable. So, with the promises of returning, Eori set off. And she did return quite often to stop in and let everyone know she was still alive and well.

Out in the world, Eori discovered she was not alone as a dragon. All the years in her village had made her feel odd, after all. They were all humans or elves, after all, and none of them could change their forms. She had known all along she was different because she willing moved into the community, but Eori simply wished some of her neighbors would have been more.. accomodating and accepting of her, perhaps. But out here, there were plenty of other dragons! Unfortunately, the first one Eori ever approached showed her quickly she was not a creature of battle. He tore up her wings and back fairly badly with his hind claws, leaving her terribly open and exposed for more attacks on the ground for a few days. Other such incidences have occured, as well, and every time the result is the same.

There was, however, another dragon that did not have a hostile streak. Her name was Aislynne. In color, the two were complete opposites. While Eori was white as the purest snow with blazing orange orbs, Aislynne was pitch black with sapphires that gleamed. The two met by chance, by Eori being her usual self and attempting to fly towards any other dragon she spied. Aislynne, instead of attacking, veered away, cautious of what the other might do. After both started evading each other, they somehow realized that no harm was going to befall either of them. An uneasy friendship bloomed, as the two travelled together. They were near the same age.

Of course, tragedy would befall the two. It was the middle of the night, and though Eori had changed into human form to sleep, Aislynne was unable to and provided shelter for her companion. They were in unfamiliar land, but didn't think that anything would happen. After all, they were quite a ways from any human life. There was actually an elven kingdom nearby that had spotted the dragons and considered them a threat to their country. So, in the middle of the twilight, an entire platoon of soldiers ambushed the midnight colored dragon. She had absolutely no chance against them, and Eori hadn't woken up early enough to help. The child was taken back to the kingdom after watching her friend be slain at the cruel hands of the elves. No one could understand why she wept for such a creature. The elves assumed that the dragon had taken the young girl captive and spirited her away from her village. To these filthy creatures, however, she said nothing of her relationship with Aislynne.

Just like before, as the years wore on and the elves did not return the human child to her former residence, they became a wary mix of intrigued and suspicious of her true identity because of her lack of growth. Not once had she taken her dragon form amongst these people, knowing full-well what they would do if she dared. It was mystifying how a young child never showed a single sign of aging, though it had been at the very least twenty years since she had first been 'rescued' that fateful day. There were rumors that she was evil. She had a deal with the devil. She might have been an immortal. She could quite possibly be a vampire child and was waiting for the right time to kill them all. They were all wrong, of course. And one day, the mystery child simply vanished in the night. She had run away from the elven populace, unable to bear all of the supidity each of them had. Were they not supposedly the more brilliant species among them all?

Eori, as soon as she left the elves, made a straight path for her old village, stopping only to hunt and rest sparingly. She had to see if Noir was still alive. Sadly, however, the woman had passed away about a decade beforehand. Eori couldn't bring herself to stay in her former home, where many did not recognize her anyway, and so took on her old nomadic habits once more. She was thirty-seven then.

About two centuries passed peacefully. The world was changing, and Eori was able to watch it all. She stayed in the shadows, of course, not busying herself in human affairs when she needed not to. It was pointless, after all, and could be a fatal move if she were to announce an alliance to one kingdom or another. Simply being a dragon was hazardous enough in itself!

Many, many years of Eori's life have been devoted to finding a new friend. Much of this time, though, has proven to her that, though she may be strong of body, her heart is unable to match that strength. Ever since Aislynne's untimely death, Eori's lost much of her confidence and courage she once had. And she's realized as much, as well.

What role do you play in this creature's life? Help her find her way...

just like all i loved
I'M MAKE-BELIEVE

Personality:
When first meeting Eori, one would think of a shy, wary child, unsure if she wants to come into contact with a stranger or not. She's quite slow in her decision-making in that matter. The dragon, you see, takes time to assess a person, taking in all of their aspects to decide if they are fit to be a friend. Eori's standards are simple. If a person is kind and open-hearted, she would probably enjoy their company. On the other hand, impatient, snappish people may as well turn and walk away.

As a dragon, Eori has infinite patience... almost. She doesn't have to hasten through everything she does, and realizes that not everyone is perfect. However, she does not deal well with those that are constantly criticizing others without having a look at themselves, so full of flaws and imperfections just like the ones they are calling out insults and jabs to.

Ever since the traumatic and tragic event so many years ago, Eori's lost confidence in herself and others as well. She can be paranoid and distrusting, though it's more of a reflex than a conscious choice. This layer of her personality will melt away with time, though there are still many of these layers left for one who truly wants to find the precious gem within.

i'll tell you how it haunts me
CUTS THROUGH MY DAY AND SEEPS INTO MY DREAMS

Hair:
Ashy-blonde hair falls to about the small of her back, as a human. As a dragon, she's all scales.
Eyes:
Eori's eyes are always bright, inquisitive orange. Her human eyes are almost normal, except that her pupils form a reptilian slit as opposed to a more humane circle. They're normally quite wide, like most children's optics are.
Build:
Human-- Skinny, a bit lanky, standing at three feet seven inches tall. She weighs about forty-five pounds. Eori's a wiry little thing, as well.
Dragon-- Sleek. About four feet tall with a wingspan of fourteen feet. From the tip of her snout to the tip of her tail, Eori is about seven feet long, her tail making up about three of the total. She has four legs. Her movements make one think of a cat crossed with a snake in their fluidity and grace.
Other:
Eori is snow-white as a dragon, and quite pale otherwise. She's also quite strong, though one would never guess just by looking at her.

i'd share with you, could i only speak
JUST HOW MUCH THIS HURTS ME

[Daemon [Naryae]]

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