¶ Demetraxia
¶ Fury of the Scales 
The Shed Flame
(she/they)
Proprietary Setting: Warcraft
¶ In Short
Dracthyr Evoker ~ 20k ~ 11'8'' (3.56m)🍑
Muscular and athletic, wiry. Pointy and sharp features.
Rusty obsidian scales upon a very large frame.
Quite aggressive and blunt in her disposition. Merciless.
¶ Details
·— Species | Faction —· Decisively unaligned Dracthyr
·— Profession | Class —· Evoker
·— Birthplace | Home —· Born in the Forbidden Reach of the Dragon Isles, currently situated in Valdrakken
·— Age | Height | Weight —· Over 20k years old, 8'11'' (2.71m)
·— Physiognomy | Shape —· Muscular and athletic, wiry. Pointy and sharp.
·— Romantic Attraction | Sexuality —· Demiromantic pansexual.
·— Pronouns | Gender Expression —· she/they, woman.
¶ Description
At least on the surface, a lot of Demetraxia's distinct visual appearance was in many ways inextricably tied to the Obsidian blood she'd been graced with upon creation. With characteristically ferrous scales that looked as if they had rusted on exposed portions of her body, she truly embodied that visage of a long lost unearthed weapon that her kin were allegedly meant to be. The dracthyr was quite large yet slender and wiry in her shape, striking an impressive and powerful presence. Cords of muscle could be seen plainly under the softer portions of her scaled skin and it certainly displayed the creature's physical prowess.
Tipped by an ever so slightly rounded snout, that part of her spiky horned countenance remained comfortably softened despite its otherwise sharp and pointed features. Crowned by a pair of striking backswept greathorns and impressed with a beady pair of squinting golden eyes, she looked intense even when that wasn't the exact intention, although I guess it often was. All that's to say, this dracthyr didn't look all that friendly in most situations.
Her personality seemed to fit her appearance to a t. Much like she looked prickly and rough, so was her general disposition quite aggressive and blunt. It was in any regard something thoroughly embraced by the woman. Of course, that didn't mean there was no room for softness if one knew where to look, but more likely than not you'd instead be graced by a merciless approach.
¶ At a Glance
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| Iron Scales | Scary Lady | Prickly | Smoky Voice | Forceful |
| It was as if rust itself had crept upon her form, like a sword that had been buried for some twenty thousand years. | Whether it was her sharp look, the towering posture or the squinting eyes, Demetraxia looked dangerous and certainly not like a friendly face. Approach at own peril. | This dracthyr had quite a tendency to snap back even when that wasn't exactly warranted. Maybe she just had a temper or perhaps it was something else? | There was a smooth kind of a smoky rasp to her speech and oh boy does it do things to people, especially when she uses her typical intense intonation! | Her intense bearing and overall militaristic stance made it clear she meant business. |
¶ Hooks
- You're a dracthyr? Well that makes things easier, they've probably at the very least met at some point. This chance increases if you were too an Ebon Scale.
¶ History
A former Ebon Scale. As they woke from stasis Demetraxia's apprehensive and headstrong nature made her question Sarkareth's decisions from the very beginning, which perhaps justly drew ire of her weyrn. The continued apprehension culminated at the inception of Sundered Flame where she was accused of being a traitor, leaving her no choice but to escape.
With her former creche turned to Sundered Flame or dead, there wasn't anywhere to turn to as she was convinced she would not be accepted among other dracthyr, certainly not as an Ebon Scale. This drove her to a more solitary but also autonomous road, one determined to find answers. As she was eventually faced with knowledge of Neltharion's corruption and betrayal, this made her in some ways vindicated in her suspicions, however only increasing the feeling of isolation. It was a struggle coming to grips with her history, not only that of Neltharion's legacy but also the direction taken by her weyrn.
Not counting one-off encounters, the inevitability of confronting the rest of her people caught up with her over time. After seeking them out, path led her to Valdrakken where she was met with a surprising degree of compassion and understanding, something she wasn't expecting or entirely sure she deserves. While certainly relieved, she had very little in ways of kinship with these dracthyr, some of whom definitely still had a tendency to be distrustful of her history or the somewhat unorthodox individualistic nature. Not actively avoiding or hating them, some of this was certainly of her own doing, as she didn't exactly put in a significant amount of effort towards fitting in.