Shirin Marshonin

Darkling Dawn

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Name: Shirin Marshonin Race: Elf Gender: Female Age: 23 Job: Scribe Family: Father is a scribe, mother is a servant; an older brother and a younger sister Build: Short, overweight Skin: Tanned Hair: Reddish brown, braided, to her shoulders Eyes: Green Appearance: Short and very heavy, Shirin is plain but healthy. Her reddish-brown hair hangs to her shoulders when down, but is often in several braids. She has tanned skin and slanted, green eyes. Personality: Shirin can easily be rude and mean-spirited to people her own age, but she is very serious and respectful to her superiors. Her unfriendly nature means that she has few friends aside from Aitor. Despite her behavior, however, she is a very caring person. Past: Shirin's parents are not married, but they are as good as. She sees both of her parents fairly often and gets along well with her two siblings. She had a fairly uneventful, if lonely, childhood until she met Aitor. The two of them got along very well and eventually bonded. Bond: Star Gentian Ortzi From: Lantessama Isle

Elves are a very similar race to humans; physically they look the same, except elves always have red-toned hair and they have the ability to use magic. They do not live any longer than humans and their ears do not come to points, though they have fine, slender and pointed features; they are still a young race and you could say they are 'in the process of becoming elves'.

Start the story here.

Shirin wandered around the Isle herself, after some riders had given her a quick overall tour of its features. She headed over to the greenhouses, Aitor beside her. Inside, they were met by a woman named Cyan. Though completely unconcerned about her appearance, she was very kind and showed them around. There was little plant balls in pots everywhere, and other ones growing larger. A green and red creature rested in one of the pots, looking like a plant that had been mixed with a dragon. Aitor sniffed it curiously, and it stared back at him and made little chirping sounds. It's alive, Aitor confirmed. "That's Burgundy," Cyan looked up from whatever she had been working on. "She's a baby Plant Dragon, and she keeps watch in here. She won't hurt you." Burgundy made more chirping sounds and waved her leaves. "So, where would I go if I was interested in adopting a Plant Dragon?" Shirin asked. They looked like they'd be easy to care for. (Which wasn't exactly true, but she unfortunately didn't realize that yet.) Cyan pointed to another greenhouse. "They're over there. Just tell Erianu what you want." Erianu, it turned out, was a Plant Dragon herself. Aitor inspected her, very curious. She appeared to be anthropomorphic; she walked upright and wore cloth-like leaves over her body like a dress. Blue-grey flowers even sprouted from her head like hair. "Here for the Plant Dragons?" she asked, and when Shirin nodded, she continued. "Just pick out which one you want. There's no lack of eggs, so you should be able to find one that suits you." Walking among the eggs, Shirin was struck by just how many there were--several dozen, at least. She picked one out at last--50, apparently, and turned to Erianu. "Keep it in a pot for about a day or so, and then it will hatch. It will take a lot of work to take care of it after that, but it will be worth it," the Plant Dragon said with a smile. Shirin looked down at Aitor. "What about you?" The ocelot looked about, nonchalent. No thanks, these aren't for me. I'll take the normal sands. Her eyebrows raised. "If you say so."

Name: Ortzi Race: Flower Dragon Gender: Male Color/Type: Star Gentian Personality: A dreamy and optomistic dragon, Ortzi likes stargazing and hiking through the outdoors. He is something of a romantic and looks on the bright side of things, always hoping things will get better. He is kinder and more personable than Shirin, but the two work well together, and Ortzi even puts up with Aitor. Bond: Shirin