Dragonhand CharactersBasic Information:Dragonhand Characters by MewMewPrincess101
Full Name: Faelwen Lawen(formerly), Morrigan Lawen.
Date of birth: Some time during the winter, during a snowstorm.
Age: 14(Currently, age changes as the story continues. Is about 17 when she meets Kai).
Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Pansexual/None/Not specified.
Birthplace: Loraz.(Desert city, Djinn in origin.)
Languages: Common, Dragonese.
Voice: High, able to hold notes for quite some time. Draws in listeners with sheer volume and overall talent and beauty.
Relationship with family: Used to be close and loving until she left for school. They drifted apart and have not spoken in years, she does not know why.
Hair: Long and red, a mass of crazy “witchy” curls.
Physical Description: Short and thin, long and curly red hair. Bright blue eyes, pale skin, scar across her collarbon
Dragonhand: A Woman With Raven HairDragonhand: A Woman With Raven Hair by MewMewPrincess101
A Woman With Raven Hair
The sky was raining boiling blood, the thick scarlet drops landing in puddles on the yellow earth below. Melting the coarse grass the blood slowly seeped into the dirt, staining it dark and rendering it steaming. The roars of a hundred dragons rang across the vast expanse of the plains, roars of pain, agony, and death. The air was scorching with the heat of their fire, the ground gouged and bruised by their massive fights. Clouds were gathering across the vermilion sky, thick and gray, an obvious sign of an approaching storm.
The first bolt of lightning struck the ground and killed the small team of men in its path. Bodies went flying through the air and landed dead with little thumps, their entrails spilling from their bodies onto the ground. There would probably be no funeral for those men, not even a proper burial, they would be left there or burned as the living moved on. Thunder boomed and more lighting fell from the sky, killing and wounding as it w
DNA: Martel BusinessDNA: Martel Business by MewMewPrincess101
Anyone looking in from the outside would automatically assume we were perfect. They would whisper of the powerful people within, how they were so ethereal they appeared like gods among mortals. In certain aspects I suppose we were like how they pictured, at least when others were concerned. It was not hard to act perfect, we had been taught to do it our entire lives. It was, however, quite hard to switch from the perfect person you were expected to be on the outside, to the person you really were on the inside. The small, imperfect being that everyone really is, no matter how hard they might try to repel it.
Our home was a dollhouse, stuffed with hundreds of walking porcelain dolls. We never let anyone know the truth of our family, we had an image to maintain. If anyone outside the family, or the servants sworn to secrecy, ventured onto the property the transformation would take place. We would all get in our places, throw on our best clothes, and put on our perf
Dragonhand: Mid-Winter FestivalDragonhand: Mid-Winter Festival by MewMewPrincess101
The lights burst against the sky, the black backdrop suddenly filled with blue and white sparks. All together they formed the pattern of an intricate snowflake for just a few seconds, long enough to get the crowd below in awe before they exploded into full throated cheers and screams. Tonight was the mid winter festival, the party before the storm of tomorrow. One final day of relaxation before everyone was forced to face the torment of the unknown. A lone cart pulled up at the city’s outskirts, borne by two exhausted horses and carrying two hooded figures.
The party had revved into full swing the moment the band took their places on the main stage, filling the air with their pounding drums, whistling flutes, and the deep moaning of instruments no one could name. The air was practically glowing with the force of energy being released from the instruments alone, but the dancing was the icing on the metaphorical cake. The two figures were itching to join the festivities, today was