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Description

Basic
Name: Irsai Storlie
Age: 50 | 20 in human years
Gender: Genderfluid [He/She/Xer]
DOB: March 12th
Species: Dragon
Occupation: Tailor
Relationship Status/Orientation: Taken By Bijou | Gray-Aro/Ace

Personality

+Honest + Hardworking + Neat + Brave

-Blunt - Thoughtless - Self-Absorbed - Inappropriate

Strengths
Observant
Confident
Determined
Punctual

Likes
Sewing
Shimmery Colors
Grooming xerself ( others too if close enough )
Tailoring clothing for others

Weakness
Unempathetic
Vain
Petty
Selfish

Dislikes
Dirt, or anything nasty really
Birds
People touching xer
Admiting to being wrong

Biography
History:
You are the one to carry on our legacy, they said, bring terror to the world. Be the fresh blood to bring us back. They said no thank you and carried on just as well.
These were the words spoken to them since they were a hatchling, possibly even in their egg. But each time, they responded with a big ol’ no and moved on. They had never been interested in that sort of thing. Terrorizing towns and kidnapping conventionally pretty and powerful people, it just wasn’t something they were interested in. What they did excel at, their family despised it. Their passion for clothing and sewing started after they first discovered what clothing even was. It was from the newest charge, a noble or a royal, they couldn’t recall. What they could recall however, was their silken garments, covering them in a brilliant sheen not unlike a waterfall. Teal and purple colors danced with the silk as they shifted and cried out. After their family had a nice little snack, they stole whatever fabric they could find and studied it. Eventually, their curiosity became too big for their home, and they left to pursue more knowledge about fabrics and how to make beautiful things. Of course, their family didn’t like that one bit. But what could they do? They all knew they couldn’t do anything to stop them, so they didn’t. They might shun them in private and publicly with a shake of their heads and disapproving looks, they didn’t care about that one bit. At least, they think so.
Leaving, however, took a lot more than they expected. They trained under many teachers, many of whom found Irsai to be a thorn in their sides, to put it lightly. They were diligent in their studies fortunately, so much so that it helped them stay under some teachers despite their behavior.
Inevitably, as all students do, Irsai learnt all they need to know and took off on their own. It wasn’t much of a graduation and more like them standing up and declaring, “That’s enough I think. I’m done learning.” And then leaving.

Other Information:
-Gifted with the natural affinity for glamour magic, it is very weak and can only affect xerself
- 8ft tall in both forms
- Always carries a comb and/or a sewing kit, never without one or the other

- VC: Lindworm

[ DRAGON FORM | ANTHRO FORM ]

Stats
★★★★★
Intelligence: ★★
Strength: ★★
Health: ★★★
Agility: ★★
Magic: ★

Room number: 208
Pets: N/A

Description

Basic
Name: Irsai Storlie
Age: 50 | 20 in human years
Gender: Genderfluid [He/She/Xer]
DOB: March 12th
Species: Dragon
Occupation: Tailor
Relationship Status/Orientation: Taken By Bijou | Gray-Aro/Ace

Personality

+Honest + Hardworking + Neat + Brave

-Blunt - Thoughtless - Self-Absorbed - Inappropriate

Strengths
Observant
Confident
Determined
Punctual

Likes
Sewing
Shimmery Colors
Grooming xerself ( others too if close enough )
Tailoring clothing for others

Weakness
Unempathetic
Vain
Petty
Selfish

Dislikes
Dirt, or anything nasty really
Birds
People touching xer
Admiting to being wrong

Biography
History:
You are the one to carry on our legacy, they said, bring terror to the world. Be the fresh blood to bring us back. They said no thank you and carried on just as well.
These were the words spoken to them since they were a hatchling, possibly even in their egg. But each time, they responded with a big ol’ no and moved on. They had never been interested in that sort of thing. Terrorizing towns and kidnapping conventionally pretty and powerful people, it just wasn’t something they were interested in. What they did excel at, their family despised it. Their passion for clothing and sewing started after they first discovered what clothing even was. It was from the newest charge, a noble or a royal, they couldn’t recall. What they could recall however, was their silken garments, covering them in a brilliant sheen not unlike a waterfall. Teal and purple colors danced with the silk as they shifted and cried out. After their family had a nice little snack, they stole whatever fabric they could find and studied it. Eventually, their curiosity became too big for their home, and they left to pursue more knowledge about fabrics and how to make beautiful things. Of course, their family didn’t like that one bit. But what could they do? They all knew they couldn’t do anything to stop them, so they didn’t. They might shun them in private and publicly with a shake of their heads and disapproving looks, they didn’t care about that one bit. At least, they think so.
Leaving, however, took a lot more than they expected. They trained under many teachers, many of whom found Irsai to be a thorn in their sides, to put it lightly. They were diligent in their studies fortunately, so much so that it helped them stay under some teachers despite their behavior.
Inevitably, as all students do, Irsai learnt all they need to know and took off on their own. It wasn’t much of a graduation and more like them standing up and declaring, “That’s enough I think. I’m done learning.” And then leaving.

Other Information:
-Gifted with the natural affinity for glamour magic, it is very weak and can only affect xerself
- 8ft tall in both forms
- Always carries a comb and/or a sewing kit, never without one or the other

- VC: Lindworm

[ DRAGON FORM | ANTHRO FORM ]

Stats
★★★★★
Intelligence: ★★
Strength: ★★
Health: ★★★
Agility: ★★
Magic: ★

Room number: 208
Pets: N/A