Aphaia

You see a beautiful draconian, with reddish scales gleaming. Dark turquoise
eyes flecked with deep purple look back at you. Strong but graceful, her
wings play with the breeze, lifting her off the ground. An aura of dark
holiness, magic, and wisdom surrounds her. An evil grin plays on this hatch-
ling's face as she considers a teasing barb to throw at her brother, who
often travels with her. They are rarely apart, devoted to each other as they
are. Her presence seems to have a calming effect on him, despite the sisterly
teases she hurls at him. Every so often she mentions some place in the
Southern Continent, as though she were hatched there.

With the help of a couple fellow ArchMages she became the fourth draconian to break the curse, and her
description changed accordingly:

You see a beautiful dragon, with scales the color of fresh blood. Dark
turquoise eyes flecked with deep purple look back at you. Strong but
graceful, this sleek dragon's wings extend far, lifting her off the
ground. An aura of darkness, holiness, magic, and wisdom surrounds her.
Standing, she measures nearly 13 feet to the shoulder, and her magnif-
icent wingspan is easily twice that. Her length is extended by a long
tail, barbed at the end with what looks like a curving triangle.
Regarding you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, she averts her
head and lets loose a cone of fire, the like of which has been seen 
only once before, when her father let loose the fires of hell from his
maw. It doesn't matter what she aimed at, everything near it went up
in flames as well. She turns again and looks at you, her eyes measuring
the worth of your soul and whether her Lord would find you worthy. Now
you see within the blood red of her scales a blue-green glow in the 
shape of a Trigram, the symbol of the Gate of the Void. As she raises her 
wings to take flight, she offers her favorite benediction: May the Void
house yer soul.