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OKAY TO START I KNOW IT'S NOT THE CLEANEST PIECE OF WORK - Still learning Ibis Paint and honestly I'm still really proud of this soooo let's move on!

~Reithya~
Half human, half Water Hybrid Dragonkin
Age: ~270 years
Job Description: Mercenary/Pirate
Strengths: Tactician, resolute, observant
Weaknesses: Stubborn, Quiet, Purposely distances herself from others

Bio:
Reithya is rumored to be the half dragon child of Neptune, a Mythological Water Dragon in the North Sea. People rumor she was apparently cursed from birth, cast out from society, and learned very early on that nothing is as it seems and no one is there to help. Humans gave her the scar over her right eye that rendered her eye almost useless and has paled the iris in color, hiding the pupil. She usually wears an eyepatch over it since she is very near sighted in her right eye and often gets headaches from lack of equal vision.

She is a warrior and despite the fact that she wants peace more than anything, knows more than anyone that you have to fight to keep it. She's a grizzled veteran despite her relatively young age, and on a journey to find her true father. Even though it was rumored that her father was Neptune, no one has ever actually witnessed the Water God, and despite her voyages on the North Sea, has never come face to face with him either.

The gemstone in her snout is a mystery, and when she grew old enough the gemstone in her tail separated from her body - all the same, it always floats in proximity to her no matter how much one might try to separate her from it. No one can explain the phenomenon... At least, yet.

Physical:
Reithya chooses to be mostly bipedal when around humans, but when she is alone she resorts to walking on all fours. She rarely flies, although she is more than able to, she doesn't find freedom in it and will avoid having to do so, especially so as not to seem too outlandish or foreign to humans and their ilk. Her markings she can dim and brighten at will, though usually they naturally brighten when she is angry or fighting as a natural defense to distract enemies from striking her stomach and weaker areas. Her tongue is a bright cyan and has a gentle glow to it. She breathes small cones of blue fire, short bursts that act more like fireballs than streams of fire.

Design:
She has a scar over her right eye, and her right eye is a faded red without a pupil. She has a seastone gemstone in her snout and a matching one floating at the base of her tail. She has long, pointed ears with tufts of fur both inside the earlobe and at the end of the tip. She has a piercing in her left ear. She has one small incisor in between her fangs on both her upper and lower jaw, followed by 8 incisors on each side on her upper and lower jaw - 38 teeth total. She has thumb claws on her front hands, but only 4 claws on her hind feet. Her forehead shapes into two large scaled horns that lead over her eyes, and has 3 smooth blue horns that follow her cheekbone on each side, for a total of 8 horns on her head. She has 4 wing fingers and one large wing thumb claw.

There will be more to come of her in outfits, poses, and hopefully a cleaner reference to come. But for now, it was time for an overhaul. Welcome back, Reithya, after your nearly 4 year hiatus

Reithya, Artwork (c)
Special thanks to the lovely for her help with branching out from my comfort zone to truly bring Reithya to life; namely colors this time! (I am proud to say I did the anatomy on my own this time! Woohoo, level up!)
10 hours, Ibis Paint, Sketchbook Pro

Thank you and enjoy!

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Hi, my name is Reithya
But I mostly go by Just Reithya or Rei, if you please.

I'm a Female Dragonkin
I'm 270 years old.
My birthday is September 27th
My height is 9 meters tall/long

My relationship status is sigh, Single... As I am cursed to be, forever...
My Main Weapon Type is a large broadsword or my own teeth and claws

People say that I'm cursed. An aberration. But people fear what they do not know... And they do not know me.

After I was cast out and shamed for being who I was, I knew then... I could not depend on anyone any longer. My own mother cast me out of the house, and when I tried to beg her to take me back, to love me as her child... The village I grew up in, they ganged up on me and beat me, almost made my eyesight blind in my right eye. It is permanently scarred, and I can only see shapes through it until you get about 2 feet away from it. Most of the time, the damn thing just gives me headaches, so I'll keep my eyepatch over it.

I grew up in a small village along the Scottish coast. It was moist, humid, green... The skies were always cloudy, the earth always wet. And people say it was cold... Although the cold did not phase me. In time I grew to be fond of the cold mists... For it terrified the humans, I knew I could find solace there if no where else.

I do not know who my father is... Or why he seduced my mother into being with him. She refused to speak of it when I was living with her, always ending in screams and tears. Maybe that is because when she saw my face, she could see him... If that is what my father looked like, anyway. I doubt the internal visage of my mother reflected into my birth... Although it would explain much, heh. The villagers used to say that Neptune had come to curse them by bringing me to life, so that a half breed human would taint the waters. They blamed the lack of fishing due to my presence, and other ill omens fitting of a superstitious housewife. Petty.

Due to these rumors, however, I journeyed on the great Ocean to find him. I have sailed the North Sea many times in an attempt to find and reach out to him, get answers about who I am, why I exist... What purpose I have in the world. In the meantime, I have made my mark as a tactful mercenary. Many call me heartless in my endeavors... I just don't care about the lives of the people I fight against. I have personally fought in wars and choose to live my life in solitude when I am not employed by a specific service. The items and goals of men mean little to me, as I know that I outlive them all... but for how long, eludes me.

I enjoy the quiet, the mists of Scotland, sailing, focusing on battle, and brushing out my mane.

I despise most humankind, my father, my mother, the society that raised me, the apathy in my heart.

I'm afraid of Nothing, really. If I meet my father, and he wishes my end... It would be a nice change of pace.

Description
OKAY TO START I KNOW IT'S NOT THE CLEANEST PIECE OF WORK - Still learning Ibis Paint and honestly I'm still really proud of this soooo let's move on!

~Reithya~
Half human, half Water Hybrid Dragonkin
Age: ~270 years
Job Description: Mercenary/Pirate
Strengths: Tactician, resolute, observant
Weaknesses: Stubborn, Quiet, Purposely distances herself from others

Bio:
Reithya is rumored to be the half dragon child of Neptune, a Mythological Water Dragon in the North Sea. People rumor she was apparently cursed from birth, cast out from society, and learned very early on that nothing is as it seems and no one is there to help. Humans gave her the scar over her right eye that rendered her eye almost useless and has paled the iris in color, hiding the pupil. She usually wears an eyepatch over it since she is very near sighted in her right eye and often gets headaches from lack of equal vision.

She is a warrior and despite the fact that she wants peace more than anything, knows more than anyone that you have to fight to keep it. She's a grizzled veteran despite her relatively young age, and on a journey to find her true father. Even though it was rumored that her father was Neptune, no one has ever actually witnessed the Water God, and despite her voyages on the North Sea, has never come face to face with him either.

The gemstone in her snout is a mystery, and when she grew old enough the gemstone in her tail separated from her body - all the same, it always floats in proximity to her no matter how much one might try to separate her from it. No one can explain the phenomenon... At least, yet.

Physical:
Reithya chooses to be mostly bipedal when around humans, but when she is alone she resorts to walking on all fours. She rarely flies, although she is more than able to, she doesn't find freedom in it and will avoid having to do so, especially so as not to seem too outlandish or foreign to humans and their ilk. Her markings she can dim and brighten at will, though usually they naturally brighten when she is angry or fighting as a natural defense to distract enemies from striking her stomach and weaker areas. Her tongue is a bright cyan and has a gentle glow to it. She breathes small cones of blue fire, short bursts that act more like fireballs than streams of fire.

Design:
She has a scar over her right eye, and her right eye is a faded red without a pupil. She has a seastone gemstone in her snout and a matching one floating at the base of her tail. She has long, pointed ears with tufts of fur both inside the earlobe and at the end of the tip. She has a piercing in her left ear. She has one small incisor in between her fangs on both her upper and lower jaw, followed by 8 incisors on each side on her upper and lower jaw - 38 teeth total. She has thumb claws on her front hands, but only 4 claws on her hind feet. Her forehead shapes into two large scaled horns that lead over her eyes, and has 3 smooth blue horns that follow her cheekbone on each side, for a total of 8 horns on her head. She has 4 wing fingers and one large wing thumb claw.

There will be more to come of her in outfits, poses, and hopefully a cleaner reference to come. But for now, it was time for an overhaul. Welcome back, Reithya, after your nearly 4 year hiatus

Reithya, Artwork (c)
Special thanks to the lovely for her help with branching out from my comfort zone to truly bring Reithya to life; namely colors this time! (I am proud to say I did the anatomy on my own this time! Woohoo, level up!)
10 hours, Ibis Paint, Sketchbook Pro

Thank you and enjoy!

~~~~~~
Hi, my name is Reithya
But I mostly go by Just Reithya or Rei, if you please.

I'm a Female Dragonkin
I'm 270 years old.
My birthday is September 27th
My height is 9 meters tall/long

My relationship status is sigh, Single... As I am cursed to be, forever...
My Main Weapon Type is a large broadsword or my own teeth and claws

People say that I'm cursed. An aberration. But people fear what they do not know... And they do not know me.

After I was cast out and shamed for being who I was, I knew then... I could not depend on anyone any longer. My own mother cast me out of the house, and when I tried to beg her to take me back, to love me as her child... The village I grew up in, they ganged up on me and beat me, almost made my eyesight blind in my right eye. It is permanently scarred, and I can only see shapes through it until you get about 2 feet away from it. Most of the time, the damn thing just gives me headaches, so I'll keep my eyepatch over it.

I grew up in a small village along the Scottish coast. It was moist, humid, green... The skies were always cloudy, the earth always wet. And people say it was cold... Although the cold did not phase me. In time I grew to be fond of the cold mists... For it terrified the humans, I knew I could find solace there if no where else.

I do not know who my father is... Or why he seduced my mother into being with him. She refused to speak of it when I was living with her, always ending in screams and tears. Maybe that is because when she saw my face, she could see him... If that is what my father looked like, anyway. I doubt the internal visage of my mother reflected into my birth... Although it would explain much, heh. The villagers used to say that Neptune had come to curse them by bringing me to life, so that a half breed human would taint the waters. They blamed the lack of fishing due to my presence, and other ill omens fitting of a superstitious housewife. Petty.

Due to these rumors, however, I journeyed on the great Ocean to find him. I have sailed the North Sea many times in an attempt to find and reach out to him, get answers about who I am, why I exist... What purpose I have in the world. In the meantime, I have made my mark as a tactful mercenary. Many call me heartless in my endeavors... I just don't care about the lives of the people I fight against. I have personally fought in wars and choose to live my life in solitude when I am not employed by a specific service. The items and goals of men mean little to me, as I know that I outlive them all... but for how long, eludes me.

I enjoy the quiet, the mists of Scotland, sailing, focusing on battle, and brushing out my mane.

I despise most humankind, my father, my mother, the society that raised me, the apathy in my heart.

I'm afraid of Nothing, really. If I meet my father, and he wishes my end... It would be a nice change of pace.