Elvish Appearance:

Name: Nahalia Doitein

Age: 420, looks to be about 26

Race: Dragon

Eyes: Emerald green

Hair: Blonde, long and straight

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 135

Weapons: A sword named Solas (created from an elemental)

Powers: Can manipulate all the elements (after years of studying) and telepathy.

Bio: The daughter of Naom and Naeliana Doitein (the rulers of Drakopolis-the dragon kingdom in the sky), she was abandoned when her home was attacked by the neighboring dragon kingdoms. Her mother left her to a young widow in the human kingdom of Feirana. She soon finds out that her mother is murdered in the Valley of Queens and her father gets possessed by the dark energy of the void dragon Thaneos.

Dragon Appearance: White dragon with ivory fangs and claws. Has feather-like wings. She is as large as the ballroom in King Emerys’s (Feirana kingdom) castle.

Enemies: Lycans, vampires and other demons

Allies: The new dragon kingdoms, humans, shapeshifters and spirits

Family: Naom Doitein (father-possessed)

Naeliana Doitein (mother-deceased)

Nehaom Doitein (twin brother-unknown)

Kayen Stoirm (future husband, king of the northern kingdom Oighr)

Skye Stoirm (future son, prince and future king)

(P.S.: for names, I think of an attribute—power, looks, etc—and put it in google translate. I use Irish cause i love the language)

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Full name: Arilia Lee Brown

Date of Birth: February 3rd, 2001

Age: 17

Eye Color: I guess they’re sort of a smeary green- more like pond algea than emerald.

Hair: Straight, dark brown, and a tad frizzy. It’s a little past shoulder-length right now. I might cut it though.

Favorite food: Aunt Becca’s raisin sweet rolls.

Favorite book: The Agatha Christie collection Murder at the Manor is amazing! I really love Harry Potter too though.

Strangest memory: Haha, well. So I was walking back home from my friend’s house one time, and I took the shortcut through the woods behind the neighbor’s back yard. It was kind of dark out, so I didn’t see this massive hole that had been dug out. And I fell right in. I was ok, but it was too tall for me to climb out of. So I had to spend one damp, muddy night down there in the dark. That was fun. Around dawn I woke up to the sound of cracking sticks and heavy breathing. There was a lot of rustling too, like something large was being dragged on the ground. When I yelled out for help, this boy came over and just peered down at me for like a whole minute. “This hole isn’t for you,” he said. “It’s for the horse.” He snickered and helped me out. I watched from behind a tree as he lowered this dead horse down into the pit. He set it down in there so that it was standing up, with it’s head sticking out, and buried it just like that. The boy’s name is Shawn I think. He’s kind of wierd, but I go over there sometimes and we climb trees and stuff. Anyways, that was probably my strangest memory. That or the noodle incident.

Favorite word: Oose

What’s in your pockets? Everything. Took me forever to go through security in the airport.

Favorite pastime: Spray painting “graffiti.” (Quotes because I always ask first, so it’s not technically graffiti)

Best day ever: Probably that time in the summer when Maisy came over and we created an imaginary land. The idea was that, since we both hate research, we can just make our stories take place in our imaginary land, and that way we’ll already have all the details figured out. We made hot cocoa and popcorn, went exploring in the woods, and then she and I and my brother watched The Phantom of the Opera. The really good version with Charles Dance.