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Description
Basic Information

Name: Vanora Birch
Nickname: Filly
Age: 83
Gender: Mare
Race: Centaur
Deity: Gozreh
Faction: Dargona
Rank: Hatcher
Dragon: None ATM
Centaur Herd The White Birch Tribe
The White Birch Tribe of centaurs are known for their long white hair, a trade mark of all that live there and tends to be a dominate trait even if breeding with kind outside of their tribe. The White Birch Tribe stands for the protection of the forest and have been known to send humanoids broken and bruised to leave their lands alone. The tribe is beyond territorial despite what most see them as their tree hugger ways. The Tribe believes in the old ways of the centaur that everything is indeed a circle of life, though they have learned that mankind is also the one to break this circle. hence their darker and hostile ways towards those that dare harm their lands. The White Birch tribe can be friendly if approached the right way, a peace treaty gift must be given to them if one wishes to pass their lands. A gift they would enjoy is a tree of their last name. A birch tree. But any sort of plant or possibly something the centaurs would see as value. Once gaining this the centaurs will protect the travelers until they are off their lands. They say they look after one, but really they are making sure one does not cause trouble to their lands.

Family

Father: Artis Birch
Mother: Gavina Birch
Siblings: None

Physical Appearance

Breed: Centaur
Eyes: Green Eyes
Fur & Hair Texture: Her horse figure is known for being a soft pelt. Due to their nature ways of keeping them clean, have made their hides quite soft and silky. Her hair is locks of a light cream a key signature of her tribe. White locks are quite soft to the touch and seem to have a nice bounce to them when she moves.
Size & Body Type: Vanora is not entirely a slim looking centaur, her human form may seem a bit slim, though she can have a bit of chub on her. Her horse figure is nice and round for the breed a clear sign of one healthy centaur. Her chest is a bit large though she hides that figure of her's behind silken cloths. A nice way to make her look more flat chested then what she actually is.
Scent: .Vanora has that rare scent of smelling like fresh ran on the grass, that sweet smell of freshness on the earth. A gift from her deity some say, to smell like nature itself.
Voice Actor: None At The Moment

Personality

|| Territorial || Cunning || People Person || Devoted || Over Bearing

Territorial: "Well well well, who do we have here?"
Due to her tribes way, Vanora can be quite territorial when it comes to guarding her cluster of eggs. She will do whatever it takes to chase out unwanted visitors and even those who dare to steal one of her eggs. Thanks to her tribe this can be a good and bad trait. At times she tends to forget who is allowed in where she is and has been known to chase away students in Dargona who wished to have their first egg. Something she admits shyly as a bad on her part.

Cunning: "Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men."
Vanora is cunning and tends to know how to get herself out of a tough situation and can usually come up with things on the spot. Most think this comes from her tribes way. For being a bit bull headed to things and when intimidating others one needs to be cunning with words as well as the body. Vanora has no issues getting her hooves dirty if needed

People Person: "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough"
Despite her negative traits, Vanora is quite a friendly centaur and knows how to get along with others quite well. Well those who are of course in Dargona. As tends to see them as those worthy enough for her to leave her tribe for them. Vanora can make anyone feel welcome with ease, and tends to lighten the mood when it needs too. Most find her to be a good person to talk to when one is down. She can bring a smile to their face within moments. Well that is what she is told at least.

Devoted: "Thou sword of truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure"
Vanora is devoted not only to Dargona, but to her Deity as well. She prayers to her daily as well as says a quick prayer for the other ones, as knows fully well that all deities have a way to change the playing filled here in Khalla and as well as the planet. She believe in the tree of life, what dies never truly lives, that everyone is connected in some shape or form. She treasures life and death, both hold great meaning and purpose to her.

Over Bearing: "Remember, we're friends, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it"
Her tribe was not known just for their white hair, but for their lack of what people would call of modesty. To her, there are no such things as a person needing space, that a kiss on the face or lips is just an affectionate thing to do for either, friends family or a lover. To her she was known for being nude within her tribe, but all the centaurs wear, she bore no shame for what she was blessed with. This is a hard thing for others to understand, which tend to make others feel she is a bit over bearing with her acts and how she was.

Strength & Weakness

Strengths

Territorial/Defender
-At times its hard for Vanora to drop her guard and let others in to the safe keeping of dragon eggs. She has gotten into a bit of trouble for chasing young pupils away, yet for those who understand her rich heritage know the best way to get past the centaur. A gift of nature, though it may let you in, but Vanora will indeed be watching your ever move. Regardless she is great at defending due to this.

Speed
-For being half horse, Vanora can easily out run the two legged humanoids making it easy for her to get away from them, unless of course they have a dragon.

Nature Freak
- Vanora knows a lot about plant life and nature and can easily heal others with herbal remedies as well as cause harm with them if needed. She knows a poison berry from a blackberry and knows where to locate food and water in her surroundings. She is a great alley to have when taking long trips out in the wilderness

Weakness

Battle Experience
-To her a battle was chasing humanoids out and using a bow and arrows, the weapons in Dargona are more advanced then what she is used too and has a bit of an issue coping with the change. Her lack of actual battle skill will easily get the centaur killed. Though she trying to learn the ways of the two legs, but old habits are hard to break.

Lack of Two Leg Knowledge
-Vanora has a hard time understand the way of two leggers, how it isn't good to kiss someone on the cheek when you first meet them. How one should wear soe sort of clothing at all times. To her this all seems like nonsense, she was told Dargona was like family, though at times she feel like an outsider looking in. At times this can quickly make her frustrated and soon that frustration turns into her being far more territorial then she should be.

Determination
-Vanora's determination can go a bit to far, to the point it seems she saying "Do it my way or else." this only adds to her over bearing ways as people feel as if she is trying to make others act as if they would if they were in her Tribe.

AccessorySkimpy silks
-Vanora won't lie this is indeed something she loves about the two legs, their since of style and clothe. Silk has become one of Vanoras favorite things, and tends to wear it all the time.

Knee Wraps
-Vanora keeps her front legs wrapped due to the fact she is constantly bending down on them, she uses them to keep her knees in better shape.

Equipment

Weapons
Long bow
Two handed sword
---Can barely use it, but she will if she has too.

Armor
Fur armor when needed.

Mis Items
-Herbs
-Flint and Steal
-Oils for Fish
-Leaves for carrying bread and cheese
-Rations
-Skinning Tools

Backpack
-Bag of Holding
-A few gems, has no idea their worth but finds them pretty

HistoryVanora was born into The White Birch Tribe. She was born in the traditional cream white hair. As a young filly Vanora learned the ways of the tribe life. Though the first and hardest lesson for all centaur fillies was walking. Vanora was indeed on awkward moving creature. She was unsure of her legs and how to move, and would wobble here and there, though after a few days, she became a natural just like the others. The Tribe focused heavily on the forest they lived in and easily taught the young ones how to care for flowers and the fruit tree's and to give thanks to their deity everyday. Vanora seemed oddly quite fascinated with her deity and the way of life. Her young childhood was nothing to exciting honestly. The young ones had to stay innocent until their teens, it was then a bit dark side of the centaurs was shown to her.

Once she reached her teen age and was more mature and of course still nude, she was shown how to defend and care for wounded animals in the forest and soon treasured all such things as to be that way. Though her idea of a peaceful life was soon changed when the humans invaded their lands. They brought weapons unknown to most centaurs, sharp blades seemed to be attached arms to and flowed so well, she swore the two were merely and extension of their arms. They came to chase the herd out, they wanted the forest for themselves. Vanora could have sworn her tribe would be in dire trouble, but her family, her people fought like wild animals. Their moves unpredictable, and hard for the two leggers to understand. It was then she watched the first two legger to ever die, shortly after the two leggers ran off and the herd was back to safety. Tears fell from young Vanora's eyes as she trotted up to the dead human, and looked to her father sadly. "I though we treasured life?" she asked weakly. Her father merely patted her on the head and kissed her cheek gently. "Oh young one, we do treasure life, but we treasure death as well. With death brings life and life brings death." He remarked. It has been something she had always kept in her mind, when burying the dead. After the dead was buried, Vanora only assumed two leggers were the worst of their problems, but she was horribly wrong.

As the years passed Vanora was trained in the arts of the defending and healing learning how to watch other the young fillys as most mares would do such and let the stallions do more of the dirty work. The day was peaceful, but a storm was approaching the herd and it was soon best to travel more into the woods and seek shelter under the tree/s Vanora was off tending the young centaurs, when she heard a bellowing noise of thunder, yet the others it seemed to stiffen then with fear. The stallions charged out and told Vanora to lead the foals elsewhere. Vanora nodded and soon was running off with the foals making it her duty to protect them. The Tribes future depended on these foals living. The storm hit and rain fell down hard like hail, to the point Vanora swore she was bruising from. The roar was heard once more in the distance and it sounded like something she had heard only stories and rumors about. "Dragons." she whispered as dashed onwards, though only stopped when one foal started screaming. Eyes turned to the side and spotted a young foal being torn into by a wild dragon, it was not large, but it was clear to see the dragons were in a group attack on the centaurs and planned to have their fill with them. Vanora did what any centaur would do. She charged forwards telling the foals to circle and keep each others backs blocked.

The fight with the dragon was unlike anything anything she had known, legs reared bashing at its form, though the cackling in her mouth made her weary of her idea, if it was such a good one. The cackling grew louder until a boom, and her form was sent flying backwards. The dragon had no desire to be stopped, and Vanora had no desire to back down. Once more she was back on her hooves and at the dragon, but she seemed so weak and the helpless and within moments she was down for the count. The dragon crept up towards her and even if she knew she was about to die, she still tried to fight. Though it seemed like a worthless effort, eyes closed giving a prayer to her deity and wished for a quick death. But the roar of the dragon shook fear into her form, but the dragon was down and what seemed to be like knights came down riding dragons. Vanora instantly assumed she was dead, her spirit elsewhere as she could not believe what she was seeing. Two legs, animen, all these humanoids were riding dragons. Tears feel from her face, it was a beautiful to see this. To live and see this, a unity between such different races and taming dragons. The foals of course coward in fear, though the lead dragon rider seemed to calm them quickly and soon they were asking questions and kissing their dragons lovingly calling them their deity sent heroes. It made Vanora laugh all the more. The riders were of Dargona, they said and was here to help all in need, despite what race and religion they are. Odd how they seemed to welcoming to all. Vanora was enraptured by them.

Luckily the knights came in time and the death toll for the tribe was low, only three have passed away, when the centaurs were sure all would have died. The centaurs all welcomed the heroes and even the knights helped bury the dead and give a prayer to our deity. These knights seemed to turn her whole world upside down. Teh leader of the tribe asked if there was something they needed. The knights sheepishly looked about each other as they told of how Dargona was struggling with people wanting to join and they hoped to find others to join their faction. So it was when the leader told them, they had their pick of who to take, a trade of one centaur for saving all their lives. Each centaur bowed deeply even Vanora, knowing it would be an honor to be chosen by such warriors. There was silence and her heart sank what if they choose no one. What if they saw nothing worth having in them? Could that be so? Vanora jumped when she felt an arm on her shoulder. "Young centaur we saw you fight with all you have, and if you honor us and your tribe. We would love to have you apart of us." Vanora swore she could have fainted right there. Vanora agreed and her tribe had a celebration that night once the party ended and the sun rose it was time to depart from the world she knew and become apart of another one. Though her lack of clothing was something the knights seemed troubled by. The would avert their eyes from her and look else. They even gave her a hooded cape to help hide herself in. Vanora accepted the gift. Soon it was time to fly and go to Dargona and the floating island of Apsu.

The dragons were able to carry Vanora up on a odd carrying like basket that supported her weight. It was an odd yet magical feeling to be up there int he clouds, to feel so alive and free. with out a moment to waste, the cape was gone and she was fully exposed, and enjoying ever minute of it. Though what took her breath away was when she say the island. It was broken, sure, but it was beautiful. Once there her whole life seemed to change

Vanora was trained in defending as it was what she was best at and seemed to be what she put her whole heart into, after the years she became a defending warrior, known for not letting any get past her and it was because of this she was chosen for a very special task. Hatcher, her mission was simple. Protect the eggs only let those selected few to come and get the egg. Once all the eggs and baby dragons have a rider a new set is given to her, An easy task one would say, but Vanora no task is ever as simple as that.

Personal Goals- Hatch an Egg of her own
- Create her own tribe of centaurs
- Be normal like the others

Interesting InformationVanora enjoys being naked, and sometimes has been spotted running around the forest streaking.

Vanora has become obsessed with the colors of blue and yellow. She says the colors make her happy to which she covers herself in those colors and tends to eat things with these colors in them.

Relationships = Family
= Dead
= Uncertainty/Neutral
= Acquaintance Friend
= Good friend Best friend
= Trust
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort Despise

S H A D A R

V A N G U A R D

Justin: He was one that stood up for me in a bar and was willing to take on the whole bar for me. I have to say I have not been treated with such respect before. It was indeed quite nice! Justin seems to like drink a lot, maybe we can meet again with out the influence?

Aras: He is the Vanguard Hatcher and his dragon is a bit unruly. I blame lack of training, though I could help, but I feel it maybe overstepping the line. Aras seems nice enough, though seems wary of me. Is it because of the factions or possibly species? I am not sure, though I suppose I must keep my eyes on him as well.

D A R G O N A

|| Baldor: He is a sweet thing, and I must say the way his cheeks turn red around me is something I adore! He is a bit of fresh air here in Dargona, he's not like others I have met! I grow as excited as a young filly when I see him, I can explain these feelings, but I feel good when near him.

Redwood: Oh its been a joy to have another centaur here in Dargona with me. Though poor Redwood, he lost his centaur ways, he must be quite lucky to have me around. Got to keep him on his hooves. Cannot forget where we all came from. Redwood where have you gone? I seem to no longer be able to find you. Have you left for good?

Hot List

Sexual activity
Minor activity
Regret

Roleplays: OPEN
Skype: Yes
Googledocs: Yes
Notes: Yes
Comments: No

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Description
Basic Information

Name: Vanora Birch
Nickname: Filly
Age: 83
Gender: Mare
Race: Centaur
Deity: Gozreh
Faction: Dargona
Rank: Hatcher
Dragon: None ATM
Centaur Herd The White Birch Tribe
The White Birch Tribe of centaurs are known for their long white hair, a trade mark of all that live there and tends to be a dominate trait even if breeding with kind outside of their tribe. The White Birch Tribe stands for the protection of the forest and have been known to send humanoids broken and bruised to leave their lands alone. The tribe is beyond territorial despite what most see them as their tree hugger ways. The Tribe believes in the old ways of the centaur that everything is indeed a circle of life, though they have learned that mankind is also the one to break this circle. hence their darker and hostile ways towards those that dare harm their lands. The White Birch tribe can be friendly if approached the right way, a peace treaty gift must be given to them if one wishes to pass their lands. A gift they would enjoy is a tree of their last name. A birch tree. But any sort of plant or possibly something the centaurs would see as value. Once gaining this the centaurs will protect the travelers until they are off their lands. They say they look after one, but really they are making sure one does not cause trouble to their lands.

Family

Father: Artis Birch
Mother: Gavina Birch
Siblings: None

Physical Appearance

Breed: Centaur
Eyes: Green Eyes
Fur & Hair Texture: Her horse figure is known for being a soft pelt. Due to their nature ways of keeping them clean, have made their hides quite soft and silky. Her hair is locks of a light cream a key signature of her tribe. White locks are quite soft to the touch and seem to have a nice bounce to them when she moves.
Size & Body Type: Vanora is not entirely a slim looking centaur, her human form may seem a bit slim, though she can have a bit of chub on her. Her horse figure is nice and round for the breed a clear sign of one healthy centaur. Her chest is a bit large though she hides that figure of her's behind silken cloths. A nice way to make her look more flat chested then what she actually is.
Scent: .Vanora has that rare scent of smelling like fresh ran on the grass, that sweet smell of freshness on the earth. A gift from her deity some say, to smell like nature itself.
Voice Actor: None At The Moment

Personality

|| Territorial || Cunning || People Person || Devoted || Over Bearing

Territorial: "Well well well, who do we have here?"
Due to her tribes way, Vanora can be quite territorial when it comes to guarding her cluster of eggs. She will do whatever it takes to chase out unwanted visitors and even those who dare to steal one of her eggs. Thanks to her tribe this can be a good and bad trait. At times she tends to forget who is allowed in where she is and has been known to chase away students in Dargona who wished to have their first egg. Something she admits shyly as a bad on her part.

Cunning: "Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men."
Vanora is cunning and tends to know how to get herself out of a tough situation and can usually come up with things on the spot. Most think this comes from her tribes way. For being a bit bull headed to things and when intimidating others one needs to be cunning with words as well as the body. Vanora has no issues getting her hooves dirty if needed

People Person: "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough"
Despite her negative traits, Vanora is quite a friendly centaur and knows how to get along with others quite well. Well those who are of course in Dargona. As tends to see them as those worthy enough for her to leave her tribe for them. Vanora can make anyone feel welcome with ease, and tends to lighten the mood when it needs too. Most find her to be a good person to talk to when one is down. She can bring a smile to their face within moments. Well that is what she is told at least.

Devoted: "Thou sword of truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure"
Vanora is devoted not only to Dargona, but to her Deity as well. She prayers to her daily as well as says a quick prayer for the other ones, as knows fully well that all deities have a way to change the playing filled here in Khalla and as well as the planet. She believe in the tree of life, what dies never truly lives, that everyone is connected in some shape or form. She treasures life and death, both hold great meaning and purpose to her.

Over Bearing: "Remember, we're friends, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it"
Her tribe was not known just for their white hair, but for their lack of what people would call of modesty. To her, there are no such things as a person needing space, that a kiss on the face or lips is just an affectionate thing to do for either, friends family or a lover. To her she was known for being nude within her tribe, but all the centaurs wear, she bore no shame for what she was blessed with. This is a hard thing for others to understand, which tend to make others feel she is a bit over bearing with her acts and how she was.

Strength & Weakness

Strengths

Territorial/Defender
-At times its hard for Vanora to drop her guard and let others in to the safe keeping of dragon eggs. She has gotten into a bit of trouble for chasing young pupils away, yet for those who understand her rich heritage know the best way to get past the centaur. A gift of nature, though it may let you in, but Vanora will indeed be watching your ever move. Regardless she is great at defending due to this.

Speed
-For being half horse, Vanora can easily out run the two legged humanoids making it easy for her to get away from them, unless of course they have a dragon.

Nature Freak
- Vanora knows a lot about plant life and nature and can easily heal others with herbal remedies as well as cause harm with them if needed. She knows a poison berry from a blackberry and knows where to locate food and water in her surroundings. She is a great alley to have when taking long trips out in the wilderness

Weakness

Battle Experience
-To her a battle was chasing humanoids out and using a bow and arrows, the weapons in Dargona are more advanced then what she is used too and has a bit of an issue coping with the change. Her lack of actual battle skill will easily get the centaur killed. Though she trying to learn the ways of the two legs, but old habits are hard to break.

Lack of Two Leg Knowledge
-Vanora has a hard time understand the way of two leggers, how it isn't good to kiss someone on the cheek when you first meet them. How one should wear soe sort of clothing at all times. To her this all seems like nonsense, she was told Dargona was like family, though at times she feel like an outsider looking in. At times this can quickly make her frustrated and soon that frustration turns into her being far more territorial then she should be.

Determination
-Vanora's determination can go a bit to far, to the point it seems she saying "Do it my way or else." this only adds to her over bearing ways as people feel as if she is trying to make others act as if they would if they were in her Tribe.

AccessorySkimpy silks
-Vanora won't lie this is indeed something she loves about the two legs, their since of style and clothe. Silk has become one of Vanoras favorite things, and tends to wear it all the time.

Knee Wraps
-Vanora keeps her front legs wrapped due to the fact she is constantly bending down on them, she uses them to keep her knees in better shape.

Equipment

Weapons
Long bow
Two handed sword
---Can barely use it, but she will if she has too.

Armor
Fur armor when needed.

Mis Items
-Herbs
-Flint and Steal
-Oils for Fish
-Leaves for carrying bread and cheese
-Rations
-Skinning Tools

Backpack
-Bag of Holding
-A few gems, has no idea their worth but finds them pretty

HistoryVanora was born into The White Birch Tribe. She was born in the traditional cream white hair. As a young filly Vanora learned the ways of the tribe life. Though the first and hardest lesson for all centaur fillies was walking. Vanora was indeed on awkward moving creature. She was unsure of her legs and how to move, and would wobble here and there, though after a few days, she became a natural just like the others. The Tribe focused heavily on the forest they lived in and easily taught the young ones how to care for flowers and the fruit tree's and to give thanks to their deity everyday. Vanora seemed oddly quite fascinated with her deity and the way of life. Her young childhood was nothing to exciting honestly. The young ones had to stay innocent until their teens, it was then a bit dark side of the centaurs was shown to her.

Once she reached her teen age and was more mature and of course still nude, she was shown how to defend and care for wounded animals in the forest and soon treasured all such things as to be that way. Though her idea of a peaceful life was soon changed when the humans invaded their lands. They brought weapons unknown to most centaurs, sharp blades seemed to be attached arms to and flowed so well, she swore the two were merely and extension of their arms. They came to chase the herd out, they wanted the forest for themselves. Vanora could have sworn her tribe would be in dire trouble, but her family, her people fought like wild animals. Their moves unpredictable, and hard for the two leggers to understand. It was then she watched the first two legger to ever die, shortly after the two leggers ran off and the herd was back to safety. Tears fell from young Vanora's eyes as she trotted up to the dead human, and looked to her father sadly. "I though we treasured life?" she asked weakly. Her father merely patted her on the head and kissed her cheek gently. "Oh young one, we do treasure life, but we treasure death as well. With death brings life and life brings death." He remarked. It has been something she had always kept in her mind, when burying the dead. After the dead was buried, Vanora only assumed two leggers were the worst of their problems, but she was horribly wrong.

As the years passed Vanora was trained in the arts of the defending and healing learning how to watch other the young fillys as most mares would do such and let the stallions do more of the dirty work. The day was peaceful, but a storm was approaching the herd and it was soon best to travel more into the woods and seek shelter under the tree/s Vanora was off tending the young centaurs, when she heard a bellowing noise of thunder, yet the others it seemed to stiffen then with fear. The stallions charged out and told Vanora to lead the foals elsewhere. Vanora nodded and soon was running off with the foals making it her duty to protect them. The Tribes future depended on these foals living. The storm hit and rain fell down hard like hail, to the point Vanora swore she was bruising from. The roar was heard once more in the distance and it sounded like something she had heard only stories and rumors about. "Dragons." she whispered as dashed onwards, though only stopped when one foal started screaming. Eyes turned to the side and spotted a young foal being torn into by a wild dragon, it was not large, but it was clear to see the dragons were in a group attack on the centaurs and planned to have their fill with them. Vanora did what any centaur would do. She charged forwards telling the foals to circle and keep each others backs blocked.

The fight with the dragon was unlike anything anything she had known, legs reared bashing at its form, though the cackling in her mouth made her weary of her idea, if it was such a good one. The cackling grew louder until a boom, and her form was sent flying backwards. The dragon had no desire to be stopped, and Vanora had no desire to back down. Once more she was back on her hooves and at the dragon, but she seemed so weak and the helpless and within moments she was down for the count. The dragon crept up towards her and even if she knew she was about to die, she still tried to fight. Though it seemed like a worthless effort, eyes closed giving a prayer to her deity and wished for a quick death. But the roar of the dragon shook fear into her form, but the dragon was down and what seemed to be like knights came down riding dragons. Vanora instantly assumed she was dead, her spirit elsewhere as she could not believe what she was seeing. Two legs, animen, all these humanoids were riding dragons. Tears feel from her face, it was a beautiful to see this. To live and see this, a unity between such different races and taming dragons. The foals of course coward in fear, though the lead dragon rider seemed to calm them quickly and soon they were asking questions and kissing their dragons lovingly calling them their deity sent heroes. It made Vanora laugh all the more. The riders were of Dargona, they said and was here to help all in need, despite what race and religion they are. Odd how they seemed to welcoming to all. Vanora was enraptured by them.

Luckily the knights came in time and the death toll for the tribe was low, only three have passed away, when the centaurs were sure all would have died. The centaurs all welcomed the heroes and even the knights helped bury the dead and give a prayer to our deity. These knights seemed to turn her whole world upside down. Teh leader of the tribe asked if there was something they needed. The knights sheepishly looked about each other as they told of how Dargona was struggling with people wanting to join and they hoped to find others to join their faction. So it was when the leader told them, they had their pick of who to take, a trade of one centaur for saving all their lives. Each centaur bowed deeply even Vanora, knowing it would be an honor to be chosen by such warriors. There was silence and her heart sank what if they choose no one. What if they saw nothing worth having in them? Could that be so? Vanora jumped when she felt an arm on her shoulder. "Young centaur we saw you fight with all you have, and if you honor us and your tribe. We would love to have you apart of us." Vanora swore she could have fainted right there. Vanora agreed and her tribe had a celebration that night once the party ended and the sun rose it was time to depart from the world she knew and become apart of another one. Though her lack of clothing was something the knights seemed troubled by. The would avert their eyes from her and look else. They even gave her a hooded cape to help hide herself in. Vanora accepted the gift. Soon it was time to fly and go to Dargona and the floating island of Apsu.

The dragons were able to carry Vanora up on a odd carrying like basket that supported her weight. It was an odd yet magical feeling to be up there int he clouds, to feel so alive and free. with out a moment to waste, the cape was gone and she was fully exposed, and enjoying ever minute of it. Though what took her breath away was when she say the island. It was broken, sure, but it was beautiful. Once there her whole life seemed to change

Vanora was trained in defending as it was what she was best at and seemed to be what she put her whole heart into, after the years she became a defending warrior, known for not letting any get past her and it was because of this she was chosen for a very special task. Hatcher, her mission was simple. Protect the eggs only let those selected few to come and get the egg. Once all the eggs and baby dragons have a rider a new set is given to her, An easy task one would say, but Vanora no task is ever as simple as that.

Personal Goals- Hatch an Egg of her own
- Create her own tribe of centaurs
- Be normal like the others

Interesting InformationVanora enjoys being naked, and sometimes has been spotted running around the forest streaking.

Vanora has become obsessed with the colors of blue and yellow. She says the colors make her happy to which she covers herself in those colors and tends to eat things with these colors in them.

Relationships = Family
= Dead
= Uncertainty/Neutral
= Acquaintance Friend
= Good friend Best friend
= Trust
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort Despise

S H A D A R

V A N G U A R D

Justin: He was one that stood up for me in a bar and was willing to take on the whole bar for me. I have to say I have not been treated with such respect before. It was indeed quite nice! Justin seems to like drink a lot, maybe we can meet again with out the influence?

Aras: He is the Vanguard Hatcher and his dragon is a bit unruly. I blame lack of training, though I could help, but I feel it maybe overstepping the line. Aras seems nice enough, though seems wary of me. Is it because of the factions or possibly species? I am not sure, though I suppose I must keep my eyes on him as well.

D A R G O N A

|| Baldor: He is a sweet thing, and I must say the way his cheeks turn red around me is something I adore! He is a bit of fresh air here in Dargona, he's not like others I have met! I grow as excited as a young filly when I see him, I can explain these feelings, but I feel good when near him.

Redwood: Oh its been a joy to have another centaur here in Dargona with me. Though poor Redwood, he lost his centaur ways, he must be quite lucky to have me around. Got to keep him on his hooves. Cannot forget where we all came from. Redwood where have you gone? I seem to no longer be able to find you. Have you left for good?

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Roleplays: OPEN
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