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"All my life I've been searching for something,
Something never comes, never leads to nothing,
Nothing satisfies, but I'm getting close.
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope.

Will I find something in there?
To give it just what I need,
Another reason to bleed.
One by one, hidden up my sleeve."

- All My Life; Foo Fighters.

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Cyrah was part of a long family line, those who created the binding earrings that the other dragons wore to take human form. The daughters of this line were powerful in magic, the most powerful of all the dragons, no matter the breed. It was only them who could create the items.

And Cyrah was good at what she did. She gave birth to many children, to create a successor. She trained her daughter in the skill of crafting. But the girl was unneeded as of yet. Cyrah still lived, longer then most dragons do, continuing her work at crafting.

She, nor any of her trained daughters, would ever take human form. They could not allow their magic to be tainted by the form of a human.

Bio

Physical

Name: Cyrah.
Age: Well over the normal age range for dragons, near twenty-thousand years.
Race: Fay - Dragon
Gender: Female.
Build: Worn and old.
Mane: Greyish-teal, going a little more grey due to age.
Eyes: Red.
Type: Eastern Dragon
Build: Thin, going weak with age. Skin is wrinkling and dry.
Appearance: Slate grey leathery skin, muzzle going grey with age. Face is somewhat doglike. Toes are long and as flexible as a human's fingers, tipped with jet-black claws, and tark teal pawpads. A moon-shaped spade on the edge of her tail. Almost always has beads and braids in her mane, which goes down to her hips.

Relatives

Parents: Deceased.
Siblings: Deceased.
Mate: Deceased.
Children: A few. One daughter trained to take her place.
Friends: None.

Mental

Personality: Strict and unforgiving. Very businesslike in manner, very impatient. Known to turn dragons away if they don't fit her idea of the maturity needed for the binding items.
Sexuality: Straight.