Aurel    
One of a clutch of three, she was born a halfbreed from her mother, a gold dragon, and her sire, a drow male.  From both sides come her short and fiery temper, and a natural arrogance.  Her aloofness, and bitterness, are all her own, however. 

Her true sire she never knew, but before she had even hatched her mother had found a Mate, an elder storm dragon, Shade, and this was who Aurel thought of when she thought of her father.  She loved him very much, in her rather strange way, but when he left when she was barely into her 'teen' years, it nearly crushed her.  She and her clutch-brother, Azure, fastened onto each other nearly desperately for many years, forming a rapport and closeness that seemed to exclude all others from even really speaking to them; her defenses rarely, if ever, dropped, in her fear of being hurt and abandoned by those she cared for again.

In time though, as was rather inevitable, she began forming other ties, if tentatively at first.  One such was a young man, known as 'Manic', an emerald dragon she grew to care for rather deeply.  Another was a dragon that her mother had grown very close to by the name of Lockheed.  A third was her mother's blood-adopted brother, Raith. 
However, as too often happens, the young man was seen less and less until he apparently disappeared just as Shade had; as well, her mother had a falling-out with Lockheed.  He came to their Lair to 'say goodbye' to her and her siblings.  They spoke for some time, her temper rising with nearly every word, until she went into a rage and tried to attack him...  but Azure stepped between them and took the rake of her claws meant for Lockheed, blinding him in one eye.  Driven nearly mad by what she had done, she ran from all that was familiar in her life. 

During her subsequent wanderings, she met another man, Dannikk, a drow.  Matters seemed to spark like fire between them, and they shared a fast-paced and fiery sort of bond.  Soon however her guilt began to fade, and she felt she had to return to her home.  When she came back, she could find no sign of him, someone else running the tavern he had owned.

This of course only drove her further into her shell, to the point that now she barely speaks to anyone, and when she does it is generally cold and snippish, if not downright rude.  'Kindness' is practically a foreign term, as is 'friendship'.
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