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Aelora(Old name) Amorra [Name after the change.]
(Oddly sounds familiar to the word ORMR
which in norse means dragon,snake, and serpent.)
Dragon of Chaos (Title given to the chaos that followed in her wake)
Drache Brawler (Dragon Fighter basically.)
You can tell most of characters appearance based on the picture above. But I will go ahead and clarify on some of the features. Amorra is 5'8 tall and weight is 150 pounds. Her eyes are a yellow color but with black slits instead of a round pupil humans have. She use to have brown short hair but since becoming the thing she is now her hair turned dark red and is very long. So long that she will spend time on braiding it so she would not step on her hair or anyone else. No matter how many times she tried to cut her hair it only grow back to this length.
As far as her attire goes she wears black leather armor that her mentor gave her that helps her move around while in combat. What I mean by this is that anything she wears has to be durable and adjustable to her body and scales. Everything she wears has to be custom made for her certain body type. When she was younger she tried to get clothes that would hide her monstrous appearance but nothing ever seemed to do the trick. She could never hide her feet or hands as they could not fit in shoes or gloves. But since the leather armor she wears now have magical properties her leather armor set covers her feet like if she had socks on but sadly her hands still could not be covered due to claws extending outwards based on emotions or combat.
Amorra before the change was filled with curiosity and loved meeting new people. She also loved helping out other people and working with her Papa but all that changed the day she became inflicted. Once she changed she went through a lot of trauma that changed her personality and actions. Due to the beast she has become erratic not to mention due to how she looked physically people have treated her horribly. Due to all that has happened she also has a quick temper and has a hard time getting along with people. She does however still have some pieces left of her old self and can be kind and caring in certain situations or with certain people like her mentor. But since she suffers from fighting mentally with the beast the haunts her she often displays erratic behavior. But since she has been like this for 7 years she is getting better at controlling her behavior.
Magic Item or Ability: Magical Item-Draconic Gloves
These gloves were rumored to be a curse object and so no one dared touched them in fear of the rumors that surrounded them. One of the rumors is that once worn the user would be torn apart from the cursed beast that inhabited them and would never find peace in the afterlife.
When Aelora first came into contact with them something about the gloves perked her interest and she had an urge to wear them. After putting them on all she could remember was the screaming and a pain so strong she felt like she was being ripped apart over and over. When she woke her whole body was sore and she soon discovered she was different. Her whole body was covered in scales and her hands had become claws. She had become a monster.
Information we know about the gloves:
Fuses with the user if he or she survives and turns the user into a dragon/snake ish creature. The user physical stats and senses are improved more than a human's. The user has hardened skin on the outside of her body. (Example: Her back, outer arms, hands, and legs are protected by hard scales.) The front of her body however is more human ish skin and needs to be protected as softer tissues are located there. The user also has bigger hands than normal people and they are equipped with deadly claws that can extend out longer when angered or in a fight. The user is also resistant to most illnesses and has a faster recovering rate than humans. As far as senses go she is able to see better in the dark and just better vision in general. She is also able to smell things better than humans like the scent of animals etc.
The user also struggles to fight back the ever so present beast that wishes to cause destruction upon the user and anyone around the user. When the user has not eaten anything for a while or becomes angered the user becomes prone to more beast like mannerisms if not careful the user can be overtaken by the beast. Amorra however has been fighting the cursed beast for 7 years and has great control even when angered but it depends on how angry she is.
Surprising enough Amorra has plenty of weaknesses. A major one being that her front side of her body can be pierced by normal weapons and so to try and counter that weakness she does whatever she can to protect that. Another weakness she has is she is slower and weaker when in colder climates. Similar to a snake she becomes sleepy in cold weather.
As far as magic goes she is able to withstand certain magics but she is not at all immune to it like she is immune to normal weapon attacks that have no magic to it. She could probably take some magic hits but as far as blocking magical items that are like swords and such it will pierce her armored skin. Her in itself is a major weakness. The inner battle with her and the beast can weaken her body and mind thus allowing the beast to take over and cause herself harm and others around her. So if you're able to break her will or make her go out of control based on her emotions she could lose control and become the very monster everyone thinks she is.
Amorra was born in a small town called Valran and she lived with her father and mother. Her father traveled a lot as a merchant and her mother stayed to take care of Amorra. When Amorra turned five years old her mother passed away and she was left in her father's care. Her father had to take her with him on his travels. Amorra for a while had a hard time coping with everything but eventually she grew use to it as she grew older. She had a fun time meeting new people and going to places she has never been and she also grew very close to her father.
Once she turned 15 years old her father had given her an interesting gift it was a pair of gloves that looked like it was made from snake skin. She thought they looked strange and wondered why anyone would even make gloves that looked like it was made from snake. Her father apologized as he knew it was not a great gift but he felt that the gloves were interesting and he figured she would find interest in them which she did but was hesitant about wearing them as if something deep down inside of her said not to. The gloves came in a pretty engraved box and she wondered where her father even got them from.
Amorra could not shake the feeling from her as she looked at the gloves and was curious about them. Her father had left her alone in the carriage as he went to get some supplies for their next adventure. She continued to look at the gloves until eventually curiosity got the better of her. She picked them up and put one of the gloves over her hand and she looked at it and it was too big for her. She then decided to put the other one on to see how it looked on both hands rather than one. That was the moment everything went wrong. All she could remember is the sound of screaming and the pain. Unimaginable pain ripped through her entire being it was as if her body was being destroyed over and over again. After what felt like forever the pain subsided but all there was in her view was darkness.
After what seemed like forever Amorra woke up but her body was sore and her ears rang and she felt like she was sick. When she opened her eyes everything was blurry and she was starting to get scared. She did not understand why she was in so much pain. It took her a while to get up but she did stand but felt weak. Her vision cleared and she looked around and realized the horror that was displayed in front of her. The town they were staying in looked completely wrecked like a hurricane came through there and what was worse was she saw bodies on the ground covered in blood. She screamed and then started hyperventilating and as soon as she did that she felt sharp pains throughout her body. She then looked at her hands and noticed they were different. Instead of her delicate smooth skin she was covered in scales and her hands were big and had claws at the end not to mention they were covered in blood. Amorra froze at the sight of herself and the town and pieced everything together. She started to deny the thoughts that echoed her mind and she she fell to her knees crying at all the emotions and everything going on right now. She was confused and in so much pain and felt sick.
Then she heard a noise come from behind her and was panicked by it and turned around quickly and saw the one person she loved standing there limply with eyes filled with terror. She quickly stood up and called to him but he flinched away. "Papa it's me... I..." before she could finish her sentence her father shouted the word monster at her and those words cut her deep. "No!" she shouted "It's me!" she said trying to approach him but he pulled out a dagger he had and yelled at her to stay away. Something inside her felt threatened and she bared her sharpened teeth at him and her claws extended and before she even knew what she was doing she charged at him. Her father then tried to defend himself but she was too fast and struck him down. In that moment she snapped back and could not believe her own eyes. Her father was dead and by her own hands and that was the moment that her life as Aelora died.
From that point on Amorra traveled from place to place all she could do was wander around. If people saw her along the way they would scream and run away or simply throw rocks and whatever they could do to make the monster leave. There was times when Amorra could not find food and she would feel herself being overtaken by instinct to hunt and kill. Whatever it was that overcame her wanted to feed. There was times where she would black out and not remember anything and sometimes she felt like she was being eaten alive with whatever had taken control. Nothing ever made sense to her and she hoped that one day it would just end.
One day she decided it was enough and let whatever was eating at her sanity take over. Then she remember the unbearable pain of her body being torn apart and starting to feel the same pain once more and this was when she saw it. The terror that was within her... eyes that glowed red and a loud noise that sent a chill throughout her soul. And for some reason that was when she started to fight whatever it was back it had grabbed her by its mouth and was going to devour her she just knew it but one thought came to her it was the pure thought of survival. Why did she want to live so much? She killed people... she was a monster... something not worth living.. Why did she fight? Was it because she did not want to lose to this monster? While her internal battle was going on she lost control of her physical self and went on a rampage. The monster was overtaking her and she was getting tired of fighting it off until she heard a loud voice telling her to keep fighting. What was this voice? It seemed to give her energy and she continued fighting until eventually everything seemed to disappear and she opened her eyes to find that she in someone's arms. She was too tired to fight whatever had her she looked over at the person and it was a man with long black hair and a scar on his left cheek. He looked back over at her noticing that she was awake and smiled over at her. "Who...are..you?" Amorra managed to say. The man simply looked at her and said one word which was: A Friend.
That was the last thing she had heard as she drifted back to sleep.
That was when Amorra met Alexander who was an Arcane Nomad working for a small guild in a city called Calary. He was the one who had saved her life and given her a new one and that is also where she got her name from. Alexander decided to name her Amorra since she lied to him and said she did not have a name of her own. Ever since that day the two were inseparable. Alexander was 25 years old at that time and Amorra was 15. Alexander was a mysterious man even though she always was with him she could never find out what his so called power was or if he even had one. Alexander had taught Amorra many things about magic and even about herself. It helped her understand what had happened to her but it did not make it anymore easy.
Alexander trained Amorra on how to survive and make her life better than it use to be after the change. They did contracts together and Amorra lived in the tavern called The Nomad's Respite. Alexander had arranged a way for her to live there and that is a story all on its own. For seven years Amorra has lived there and went on plenty of adventures with Alexander until one day he vanished. Amorra waited for him to come back from one of his solo contracts but he never did. She even tried to look for him but it was as if he never existed and this made her very depressed and she began to act out again. She is now 22 years old and still working at the only place that had ties to Alexander and she still hopes he is alive somewhere.
She's open to have a romantic relationship with but she will be a pain in the ass to romance lol. She can open up but it will take a while. I would have went with more information on her but halfway through I got writers block out of the blue =/. Sorry about that!