The candles flicker within the confines of her tent. In an effort to reduce the travel back-and-forth, Ainsley and the East Reach’s advisors arranged large tents at the edge of their fields. It was supplied with maps, plans, and lush pillows for moments of rest. It was not as comfortable as Alek’s study in the Reach, but it did the job. Her advisors just mounted their horses, off to return to the castle. But Ainsley remained, save for her guards places outside of her tent. She pours over the shipment schedules, tapping her quill against the desk. Even with her brokered agreement with Avitej, there were still significant delays. She’s just about to fall asleep at her desk, when a large ‘thud’ rings in her ears. She can hear her guards shuffling, prompting Ainsley to raise from her chair in worry. The increase in her guards, and the bountiful jewels on her person (a disguise for enchanted items), meant she could very well escape an attack if it came to it. But she did not wish to invite such trouble. “What is happening out there?” Ainsley bellows from within her tent. She wipes her hands, ready to surge forward, when the folds of her tent doors open. A stark, platinum-haired woman with frosty skin. “Who are you?”
Where: Swamplands / Wildling Territory
When: Sometime prior to the festival
Who: @keevathescaledshadow
It is not until the water comes well to his knees and the trees above have closed in around him like a cage, blocking off the sky for all but scattered glimpses, that he finds himself regretting, however slightly, that he had not elected to cross the area by wing. A few hours ago it had seemed the clumsier option in his mind, to allow his large shadow to rake conspicuously over the landscaper just to save himself the trouble of a few extra miles on foot, as though his legs were not perfectly functional.
Of course, that was before he’d spent the better part of the day since trudging through layers of mud and sog, stomping onward in a manner he highly suspected to be, in the eyes of the unlikely observer, no more graceful than that of an inebriated drafthorse.
At least the animal might’ve had better luck orienting the place.
Their first impression of your muse: A smol bean, full with curiosity and childlike wonder
Current impression: She’s like a sister to him, the only family he has, and he’s glad she hasn’t lost her curiosity.
Are they attracted to your muse?: Yes, but not sexually or romantically, he loves her as a sister.
Something they find frightening about your muse: He’s afraid she might do something without thinking about consequences and would put herself in danger. Especially with the rebellion actively hunting down dragons... She’s still young and not as experienced as he is, he’s terrified of losing her again.
Something they find adorable about your muse: How she loves the most random or even the strangest things - feathers, frogs...
Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yes.
Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: On a platonic one definitely!
One word my muse would use to describe yours: Kindness.
Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No (or only if she was passed out and he’d need to slap her a bit if it was important to wake her up).
“Oh no. She looks lost. Are those horns? Definitely a dragonkin. Does she know how dangerous this is. Wait what if this is a trap. Better watch her. Oh crap she’s just a cinnamon roll with no clue what she’s doing.”
Current impression:
“It.... has not changed. She’s still a cinnamon roll with only a little clue what she’s doing.”
Are they attracted to your muse?:
Jo is not attracted per se, but she finds her beautiful. She needs a very drastic level of trust and connection to be attracted to someone.
Something they find frightening about your muse:
That roar. Jo knows she was protecting her but at the same time, she would hate to be on the receiving end of that.
Something they find adorable about your muse:
Let’s be honest, Keeva’s pretty adorable overall.
Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:
Uh. Duh.
Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic:
Possibly either, definitely platonic.
One word my muse would use to describe yours:
Precious.
Would my muse slap yours if they could?:
Depends, does she need to be slapped for something? In an argument or something no.
HOLD! WHO GOES THERE? WHY, IS THAT [KEEVA THE NIGHT DRAGON] OF [THE MOUNTAINS EAST OF THERON HALL]? THEY DO LOOK [INNOCENT] FOR A [FEMALE DRAGONKIN] OF [150] YEARS. DON’T THEY CALL [HER] THE [LOYAL AND HEADSTRONG]? I’VE HEARD THEY’RE ALSO [NAIVE AND STUBBORN] THOUGH. DON’T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT BUT THEY DO LOOK AN AWFUL LOT LIKE [IVY LEVAN].
Hey everyone! I’m Annie! I’m 24 in CST and this is the first written RP I have done in about 10 years so I apologize for any clunkiness. I wanted to do a proper bio for Keeva so y’all have a better idea of who she is since she is a Hot Mess ™. If you want to plot feel free to reach out!
Name: Keeva
Pronunciation: KEE-vah
Age: 150
Title: The Scaled Shadow
Place of origin: Mountains East of Theron Hall
Family Members: Mother (Name UTP) (Status unknown), several older siblings though their identities and status are unknown, Father-(Unknown, Deceased)
Currently resides: With the Fearmoss Wildlings in the swamp north of Theron Hall.
Physical Description
Humanoid form:
Hair: White blonde
Eyes: White, with slit pupils
Height: 5’ 10’’
Build: Lithe
Distinguishing Features:
Two curved horns, each about 10 inches long, begin at her hairline and arch back over her head. They appear the same as her horns do while in Dragon form, like rough cut iridescent obsidian shaped into horns.
Small patches of scales are scattered across her cheekbones and her shoulder and upper back area.
She has elongated nails, darkened and claw-like.
These signs of her true form along with her eyes make it very difficult to hide her true nature among normal society.
Dragon Form:
Keeva is a dragon built for the mountains and built for the night. Her scales are a dark purple, almost black that allow her to blend in with the rocky terrain and the night sky. Further camouflaging her silhouette is the iridescent nature of her scales, almost like oil slicked on water. This reflectivity further blends her into the shadow. Her two sets of horns also follow this theme with their obsidian like nature, one pair curling back and the other curling down and forward. Similar black spines line ridges on the face and spine.
Also along the spine, runs a thick patch of dark fur, a product of the mountain dragon in her blood. It has perhaps grown grey near her head but is otherwise a dark black.
While she is an adult dragon, she is still extremely young in terms of dragon lifespan so she is not fully grown in terms of her dragon form. Think a little bit larger than season 5 GOT dragons when they can finally be ridden by Daenerys.
A bit about her Magic:
Keeva can shift like most Dragons. She also has a breath weapon like most dragons. Due to her nocturnal nature, she does not breathe fire but instead breathes out a rolling blanket of shadow. Like a smoke of inky darkness. She also has umbrakinesis which allows her to manipulate shadow and shadow walk. These contribute to the title those of the tribe who have seen her true form have given her. Like most dragons, she also has telepathy, however, this is something she rarely uses.
A little bit of background info:
Keeva grew up in a very sheltered mountain group of dragons. Her mother led the group and discouraged any talk or information about humans or elves except warnings and news of the rebellion. She always told Keeva this was to keep her and the other dragons safe from the rebellion and from the human and elven dragon riders who were nearly as bad as the rebellion. Obviously, having no other source, Keeva has believed this and when she was 100 and her mother disbanded the small group out of fear their large numbers would attract unwanted attention, she sought out the wildlings. They were disconnected from society and politics, particularly the Fearmoss tribe. She made a deal with their previous chieftain, secrecy for protection. Hidden away in their swamp she could blend in with their eccentricities, staying in humanoid form most of the time. Only shifting if she needed to do so to fulfill her part of the bargain. It has been 50 years of hiding.
This has lead to Keeva being a very anxious person but extremely curious. She is naive and innocent but extremely loyal and can be a spitfire. She is in a constant cycle of being anxious of making a bad choice, making the bad choice because it seems fun or interesting, and then instantly regretting said choice.
Plot:
I am interested in her interacting more with society now as she grows more and more curious. She is having the opportunity to learn about dragon riders and civilization and I love playing curious characters.
She is deeply disturbed by what the rebellion has been doing. She might have spent the last 150 years terrified of them and she still may be but that does not mean she isn’t deeply enraged at what they are doing. She values freedom and free will above most things and I would love to have her up against the rebellion at some point.
☆.｡.჻· — closed starter for @keevathescaledshadow
Like every year Valarr had made sure he was around Glasswater for the Spring Festival. This year it was particularly easy since he recently moved to the mountains North of Glasswater. He likes to travel the world, live in one place for a while, then move to the next. The cultural differences he had seen were amazing.
Not to raise questions or have curious glances thrown at him Valarr preferred to wear a hooded cape. It hid his muscular build and a sword on his hip, and if needed, he could put the hood up and disappear into the crowd.
As he was casually walking down the main street, filled with merchant carts and booths, he felt like someone was watching him, following him. Valarr stopped by a merchant, who was selling hats, and glanced in a small mirror they had there. It was a masked woman following him. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn’t tell from afar. He smiled at the merchant and wished him a good day so the woman wouldn’t suspect anything, and kept on going. He used the crowd in his advantage and quickly ran into an alleyway and, standing with his back against a wall, waited for the woman to walk by. And a moment later she did. Valarr quickly grabbed her arm, pulled her in and in one swift move she was pinned against a wall and his dagger was pointed at her abdomen.
🥀…. a complaint. 🌺... a secret. 🌻... a suggestion.
🥀…. a complaint.
“There are so many things to complain about but I’ll tell you one that isn’t as obvious. I think it sucks utter horse shit that women don’t get trousers with pockets.”
🌺... a secret.
“I had a bill written up and drafted that would provide job training and establish a network of sorts to get people apprenticeships and education and find work and those that couldn’t work, it would establish a fund set aside from taxes to provide them with a basic income. I didn’t get a chance to lobby for it before we were attacked but if we live through the next few months I plan to try to convince parliament to pass it.”
🌻... a suggestion.
“My suggestion to you... be unafraid. You’re a great one, a dragon. You have strength and speed and powers no human or elf ever will. Use them.”
