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Name: (Arabella Stark) Anhela Serle
Race: Dragon shifter
Gender: Female
Personality: Bella always seems to know what to do when faced with an adverse situation. She’s slightly cocky and self-assured, but only when she has experience in what she’s doing. She seems to be able to make friends and enemies without any effort and oftentimes it is her newfound friends that wind up giving her enemies. Her personality remained the same even when she was reborn into a new world. However, she became aloof to strangers due to the strangeness of what had happened and her fear of what the Seed would truly do to her.
Skills:
In her human form, she can cause things to combust, which makes fire, most of the time. She can control any type of fire to the whim of her desires. She not only attacks with fire but can create a barrier made distinctly out of the fire, which cannot be put out by normal means such as water. Her fire attacks are intensified thanks to her draconic nature.
When in her dragon form, her ears are fortified by special horns and sound absorbent skin allows her to hear the slightest vibration. In addition, she has a remarkable sense of touch and can smell flesh from a distance of about a mile or so.
In her dragon form, she can not only breathe fire but napalm as well.
In both her dragon and human form, her speed is easily faster than a Cheetah, though it's only in her dragon form that she's able to go long distances at a quick speed. She’s very limber and flexible in her human form as if she had been studying gymnastics and ballet her whole life.
Equipment:
Scimitar Short Swords Two of a kind, these swords fit snugly in each of her boots, the hilts resting against her thighs. The short blade has a pronounced recurve, and the pommel and guard are hand-dimpled for texture.
Scimitar Sword Though the blade is almost 5 inches at its widest point, the sword is well balanced, no matter if you use one or two hands because it has a unique pommel design. The blade was hand forged over hot coals and the wooden handle is separated by brass spacers. The perfectly matched sheath keeps the weapon safe against her left side until she’s ready to use it.
Background:
Since the moment Bella was born, her father Markus constantly told her that she was a massive mistake. He oozed with disdain towards her and she lost count of the number of times he attempted to assassinate her. Juliana, her mother, was the only caring immediate family member she had. If she was a mistake, Juliana never mentioned it. In fact, whenever Markus spoke against Arabella, her mother faced his wrath and rebutted him. Of course, this made the controlling man rather pissed off and ultimately led to Juliana’s downfall. The jerk hired a hitman to kill the two females in his life, but the idiot wasn’t a professional. Instead of hitting either one, he nailed one of the servants in the head. The poor man was found floating in a nearby lake, his body missing important pieces. The next assassin that was hired was an expert marksman and though he missed Arabella, her mother wasn’t as lucky.
A year after her mother was killed, when Bella was five, her father was also attacked in the home and slaughtered while she was away at a friend’s house. Every night around eight O’clock he settled himself down in the den, drinking many glasses of his own special formula. Around midnight, he passed out drunk still in the den. Someone else had been paying attention to his routine and after he was alone, they crept into the house. To keep him from moving, the stranger tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, using his own belts in addition to giving him something to suppress the ability to shift. Once confident that he was secure, the attacker gagged his mouth with a pillowcase. Knowing that it would be more satisfactory for him if he was awake, he slapped him until Markus struggled to open his eyes. A number of emotions slid across his eyes, easily read by the assassin. This of course pleased the sadist immensely. When he realized he was tied down and gagged, the verbally abusive male used all of his strength to try and break free. He quickly found out that he couldn’t and though he didn’t quit immediately, it was obvious in his facial expression that he knew he was doomed.
Picking up a dagger from the nightstand, the unknown male traced it down Markus’ neck. His discomfort made a sinister grin appear upon his face and without warning; he cut open his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. The edge of the weapon pressed against him, the tip beginning just below his throat. Before he could even scream, the male had forced the blade through his skin and flesh, forcing the thing as deep as he could while cutting down to his navel. Blood and guts spewed from the wound, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. The killer was soon making deep gashes on his arms, legs, and sides, ignoring his muffled screaming. The more he cut, the more Markus shouted and begged for him to stop. The sheets, floor, and of course the masked male’s clothing were covered in crimson goodness. Yanking so that his guts were spewed outside of his body, the assassin moved back to his chest. Re-positioning the knife above his heart, the sadist made a crude circle and cut out the flesh to get down to his ribcage before breaking the bones in his way. Reaching down, he yanked it out, holding it in his hand for a brief second. Sneering at his dying form, the death dealer slammed the heart down to the ground, smashing it with a chair before leaving the way he came, leaving a grisly crime scene.
It was Arabella that found his corpse when she came home in the morning. After calling the police, she packed a bag and ran away, scared that she would be thrown into an orphanage or that the killer would come back for her. She ended up being picked up by the police and was sent to live with her father’s sister, the woman, and her husband treating her like a slave; abusing her any time the woman’s real children did anything wrong. This continued until she was able to get out on her own, though the abuse scarred her deep down. However, the young woman was a bright light in the darkness and she opened up a shelter to help those that were escaping from abusive situations. When she was twenty-one, she was celebrating her birthday with her friends at a bar and ended up being roofied by someone that had been pretending to have her best interests at heart. The male did what he wanted with her and left her alone. Unfortunately, she had an allergic reaction to the drug he used and ended up dying.
When she woke, she found herself as a Dragonling in a cavern surrounded by dragons. As she grew and flourished, she found that she could shift into a human female form and could use her abilities in that form as well. Renaming herself Anhela Serle, she remained with her kin until she was a young adult. It was then that she went off on her own to explore the lands, though she returned every once in a while.