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Meghana
The Elite Illusionist and Tamer of Dragons

Race: Seelie Faerie- Aristocracy- Trooping

Race Explanation: Faeries are generally classified into two categories: the peasantry and the aristocracy; trooping and solitary. It is a distinction that separates their life styles and their ideals. It even caused some unforeseen things. (Read Bio for more info on that)

The more humble of the two groups, made up of solitary faeries which descended from spirits said to control and manipulate nature to their every whim. Although they had some of the same powers as their more esteemed relatives, such as being able to become invisible and change shape, they were known to be more wild and unpredictable.

The Faerie aristocracy was very different from their cousins. They were known as trooping faeries because they traveled long distances. They vary in attitudes and sizes and can be large or small, friendly or malicious.

The second basic classification was between the Seelie and the Unseelie courts. The Seelie, or Blessed, Court was made up of those who were neutral, or rather kindhearted towards humans. Although the Seelie were the 'good' ones, they were just as unpredictable and often without morals, just like the Unseelie. The Unseelie were the 'bad' ones, those which acted malevolently towards humans.

Sex: Female

Age: 26 years old

Hair: Purple, the color of amethyst

Eyes: Blue, the color of turquoises

Weight: 144 pounds

Height: 5 feet 8 inches

Weapon: None

Armor: None

Accessories: She prefers to have accessories over weapons and armor.

Infamous Brooch of Illusions: This is a small brooch that she pins to her shirt, right where her heart is. It protects her in the sense that whatever illusion techniques or form of trickery that others use against her, she will see right through it with ease. Ironically, it absorbs her own illusion magic to function. When she doesn’t feel like wasting her energy on it, she simply takes it off.

The brooch itself is silver and has many intertwining strands of silver, forming into a complex rose. There are little stones here and there, all multi colored and having a beautiful sheen to them.

Silver Crown of Dolarneusa: This is more of an attack based accessory. It heightens her magical abilities ever so slightly, sometimes giving her the small edge she needs in a battle. It helps her perform some of her more difficult spells that she wouldn’t be able to accomplish otherwise. Like her brooch, it uses her illusion magic to work. Though she doesn’t like having her energy drained, like most anyone, she rarely takes off the crown for fear that her magic wouldn’t work without it. She’s come to rely heavily on some of her more complicated magic, thus become reliant on the crown.

The crown is a thin silver hoop at about one inch in width. Its diameter is undetermined because it morphs to the diameter of the head it is rested on. It has next to no engravings on it except the name Dolarneusa in an extremely fancy handwriting. So fancy that, somehow, most people can’t read it. In fact, the only reason why Meghana can read it is because she was told what it said. All in all, it is a very simple accessory.

Strengths: First and foremost, Meghana is a skilled magician. Her magical abilities dwarf even some of the most powerful of sorcerers. She never hesitates to use her magic seeing as it is her only means of attacking and defense. She knows many advanced spells and incantations. Not to mention that her ability to fool people with her magic is unlike any other.

A rather large advantage, in both the literal and figurative sense, that Meghana has is her dragon, Mindgleam (whose profile is further down). With a single command, Mindgleam would come to her side and do her bidding to the best of its ability. All the strengths and weaknesses that Mindgleam has are basically also Meghana’s. This is possible only because of how connected they are and how often Meghana calls Mindgleam to her side. In general, dragons are quite obedient toward her.

Another strength she has is an imagination. Her imagination helps her expand her magical abilities beyond what she normally would have been able to. She thinks that this is her most important asset. She knows that anything is possible if one is just to belief. If there is one thing that Meghana most looks for in someone when she first meets them, it is an imagination. She uses her imagination to write her own spells. (see abilities)

Meghana’s interaction with others could be considered a strength. No matter what anyone says, she is not fazed. That does not mean she will never fight for what she believes in. It just means that she would not willingly show how bothered she is. Though, if someone asks her to fight, she never turns them down. She thinks of this as a strength as well because it shows that she does not fear anyone.

Weaknesses: She has trouble discerning the difference between reality and her own dream world. Her frequent connection with all things that defy reality, has taken away her love for the real world. If she could, she would spend all her time in her own little dream world, where nothing would affect her. She’s nearly lost all ties with reality several times.

Her physical strength leaves quite a lot to be desired. But she finds that she doesn’t need a weapon if she has a grand enough imagination. Still, she can’t deny that she is quite vulnerable to brute force and the likes.

She doesn’t believe in carrying around weapons or shields for the excessive extra weight and rather carries around accessories. This leaves her without anything to use for blocking purposes or to use immediately in combat. Still, she doesn’t mind. She thinks that this weakness defines her and she doesn’t plan on getting a weapon or armor any time soon.

Another problem with her style of fighting is her attire. She feels like battle clothing is overrated and such, doesn’t wear the usual more movement friendly clothing. She wears what she feels like wearing, even if it means that it gives her a slight disadvantage.

Abilities: All of Meghana’s abilities are associated with her mind and creativity. She merely focused all of her energy and mind on the single thing she is imagining or hoping for into her fingers. The only way that she can use her powers is to use her mind to create the words in the air, though occasionally on the ground to be a bit more discreet. Her mind simply materializes the words into the air. The text describes what she wishes, occasionally in rhyme, but always it is written by herself, for she is a writer as well. The words appear as a multicolored purple, cursive-like sentence, or sentences… All depending on the complexity of what Meghana wishes to say or think.

Not that there aren’t limitations to her abilities. Her abilities always have the boundary that whatever she wishes to happen, Meghana must have some form of compensation for it. She cannot cast a spell without the materials to follow through with it. Though, she often carries around what is required for some of her more commonly used enchantments and illusions.

Simplistic Twist: This is her simplest incantation, as implied by the name. What she needs is whatever she wants to twist to her own, supposedly more fitting, way. If she wants to make a stick into a sword, she does so. It’s simple, but it is effective. Due to her lack of physical ability, she stays away from creating weapons. Yet, as with all of her attacks, she mustn’t try to create something that expends all of her magical energy. If she tried to make something large out of something of miniscule size, than it would use more of her energy, leaving her tired. Unlike her other attacks, this is normally not an illusion. In this one, she actually uses all of her skills as a magician.

Holy Blessed Trickery: In order to use this spell, Meghana needs to have some item pertaining to religion or that has been made holy. She comes up with a rhyme or paragraph that has to do with what she wishes and how it has to do with what she plans to do, and then, quite simply, she creates an illusion making it seem that it is so. Though it must be within her magical and physical limitations. She does not have an endless amount of energy.

Hoax Energy Protection: Anything durable or remotely rough is needed for this ability. It makes whatever she is using, seem like it has become a rugged shield, allowing nothing penetrate it. In reality, it is another one of Meghana’s complex illusions, but often times, it works quite well. Most people, unless trained to detect such magicks, are very easily fooled, therefore, she is not attacked.

Image Phantom: With this, the illusionist needs a photograph. However meaningless it is, a photograph is required. What she does is, once again, come up with her own original spell of sorts, and then infuses her magic into the photograph, making whatever is in it come to life. Though the larger the object is, the more magical energy she is using. If she wants to bring a rabbit to life, it won’t make her nearly as exhausted as bringing, say a building. An inanimate object, such as a building, may come to life, though it all depends on how much energy Meghana decides to put into it.

Delirium of the Spirit: What is required for this is occasionally too hard to come by, so many times, this move is unattainable. All that is needed is information. Yes, information. This information must be about her opponent’s history or life. Using this data, Meghana makes it so that whatever emotion or images that this person felt in their times of need or depression, then they relive it. When she can do this, she sometimes doesn’t. She feels that a warrior is better left unscarred, but when she must, she does. It can leave people sad and grieving for a while.

Sorceress’ Cascade: For this, some kind of liquid is needed. She uses her incantation to make it seem that the liquid is encasing everything around it, often times creating a sense of panic among the people experiencing it. It is completely an illusion, just made to fool her enemies. Though, often times when she over does it with the magic, she may create it so that she actually IS encasing all around her with liquid, the liquid varying of course. This requires a lot of energy, which may leave the sorceress tired.

Appearance: This witty magical girl's narrow eyes are the color of turquoises. Her long, wavy, fine hair is the color of amethysts, and is worn in a complex style, each strand being intertwined into countless thin braids which flow down her back, only contributing to the wavy texture of her long locks.

She has a graceful figure and moves more like a liquid than anything else. She has long, strong legs, but by no means burly. Rather, they are elegant and so much so that they nearly demand attention. She has long, thin arms which have never felt the weight of a sword or weapon. Her hands are unscarred and unaffected by nature and weapons alike. They have a thin frame, as does everything else about her. Her nails are round and painted a light blue.

Her face has a diamond shape with plump pink lips and rosy cheeks. She has a small fine nose and thin eyebrows. Her ears are small and slightly protrude from the sides of her ears.

She is not cute, or pretty, but rather gorgeous. She has a regal air about her. Everything she does with absolute confidence and poise that she is regarded as a beauty in herself. Her posture can easily be mistaken as perfect, but Meghan really doesn’t try. She was just raised to be proper, giving her a quality that some people lack. She seems to flow instead of walk, as though reality bends to her every wish.

She wears a very flowing dress like outfit. It is all the same pattern and cloth, which can be found here. It has a low V-neck line and no back, showing her pale skin. It shows her shoulders completely, making it seem like there are no sleeves, but the sleeves are not attached to the main garment. They are actually separate pieces strapped down by gorgeous pieces of lace. The sleeves are lengthy and flowing. They reach from her elbows down to the tip of her fingers.

There are two thin straps of cloth that wrap around her neck, going straight down the sides of her back to her skirt. The skirt is connected to the first piece of her out fit with a plain black belt. The skirt is long, layered, and reaches to just below her knees, having a one inch long border of lace. She wears knee-high multicolored stockings, reaching down to tight fitting, long, white leather boots.

She wears the Infamous Brooch of Illusions over her heart and the Silver Crown of Dolarneusa placed elegantly around her head.

Also, contrary to popular belief, not all faeries have wings. Meghana is one of those few without wings.

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Personality: The illusionist is a very imaginative person. If there is an abstract solution to something, she thinks it up. What’s more, due to her natural ability to morph reality, she often times finds that her imaginary world is much more satisfactory than the real world.

For the most part, Meghana is a very introverted person. She’s by no means shy, but most often she is found reciting rhymes of her own design, completely isolated from the real world. She does love altering reality to make people see but a glimpse of the world she covets.

Due to her consistent ventures into her mind, where all the peaceful and occasionally harmful thoughts reside, nothing truly surprises her. While she may be considered fearless, she does have her share of worries. Then again, who doesn’t? Still, there isn’t much she is afraid of.

Meghana can’t really be considered a fun loving person, considering she always has fun in her mind. Everything that brings her joy, she merely thinks it up. Therefore, the real world doesn’t bring her much value. When she fights, she normally finds it boring and even exhausting of her willpower. Not meaning she’ll give up. She’s rather competitive, seeing that in her mind, she is wonderful and unsurpassed. This does not make her egotistical, but she does have an ‘I’m better than you’ air about her.

She likes meeting new people because, to her, these are just more characters in her life that she can manipulate to make the plot work. She considers that she is writing her own life with everything she does but that the world in her head, determines everything she does. That being said, she does not believe in a god of any sorts. Meghana feels that she can do whatever she wants and she’ll pave her own pathway through life and through the intricate stories she tells herself.

Though, speaking of stories, she rarely trusts anyone enough to let them listen to one of her complex tales. If she does trust someone enough, she may even let them glimpse into her mind by telling them a tale or two. To tell once she accepts someone, it can be determined by whether or not she’s told them about herself and if she’s told them a story or two.

She does not mind demeaning people or fooling them. She wouldn’t be much of an illusionist any other way. She ridicules her foes quite often and teases them to no end with some of her simpler illusions and abilities.

When it comes to the ever popular subject of love, Meghana finds herself to be indifferent. If she were to find the perfect person for her, than so be it. She isn’t looking for anyone, and as far as she’s concerned, no one is looking for her. This is one of those few areas of her life that she’s really willing to not try to make her story change. If it happens, she’ll accept it.

Being an aristocratic Seelie, she is kind toward humans. Yet, unlike some of her kin, she is slightly less unpredictable. Though with her powers, she is always looking for new and exciting ways to surprise her foes.

When something concerns her dragon, she becomes extremely overprotective of it, considering that her dragon has become nearly part of her. They share thoughts and feelings, she can’t let anything happen to Mindgleam for fear of harming herself. Dragons make her feel oddly at home. She has the ability to get along with them and tame them.

She is very mature, despite being in her twenties. She’s very good at judging people for what they are. While not smart in the book sense, she is an exceptionally intelligent person.

She hates it when people think of her as out of touch with the world. She considers herself well acquainted with the world, at least enough to know she doesn’t like it very much. Still, people telling her she is an escapist and doesn’t know anything about the world would just get her mad. The reason being, that she knows this, and doesn’t always like this about herself.

Overall, Meghana is a quiet, respectable person. She seems very polite and not outspoken in the least, though once angered, getting out of her way would be advisable. She’s very long tempered and does forgive easily, just to get away from whoever she’s forgiving. Her patience leaves quite a lot to be desired, as she sees the world moving so slowly compared to the worlds in her mine. Meghana doesn’t care that many don’t know much about her, but as she travels and comes to know the world, she’s trying to break out of her magical shell. Still, until she comes to terms with the world, it is likely many wonders will escape her.

Bio: Before coming to live in the realm that she is currently roaming, Meghan lived in the Realm of the Magic Wielders. More specifically, in the empire of Resaren, this empire had both Seelie and Unseelie Faeries dwelling there. Often times, this difference caused difficulties.

This expansive imperium was recognized for its advanced art, literature and architecture. It was a very fanciful place, with some of the most unimaginable things. Unfortunately, it was devastated by a civil war, in which Meghana had quite an important role in, despite being so young at the time. This war took away many cultural things, but it was stopped before too much damage could occur. (Read rest of the bio for more information on that)

She had a loving father, for the most part, her mother having died at the time of her birth. They lived together, though not always getting along. His very outgoing personality felt like somewhat of a pushy character in her book of a life. She considered him nothing more than that. Almost as though indifferent to her own family.

When she was young, at about six years of age, a plague, known only as “Death's Agony”, overtook the empire. While many took this event as a tragic and devastating occurrence, those who look back on it, such as Meghana, while not remembering much, think of it as the way that Resaren became what it was. Without the plague, many advances in medicine and other fields would not have happened until later in the empire’s existence. Therefore, this cataclysmic event paved the way for the empire that Meghana knew and loved.

It was during this time that Mindgleam came into the picture. Before her dragon arrived in her life, the illusionist remembers nothing, as though this connection was more important than the life she used to know. Not that there was much to being six year old. The rest shall be told in the typical tale sense, focusing around important events in her life.

~ Meeting Mindgleam ~

“Spread out your hands and close your eyes, then I may just give you a grand surprise,” the familiar voice of her father rang through Meghana’s ears, her eyes closed as she was instructed to do so. She felt something cold and metallic make contact with her palm and her face broke into a smile.

The girl and her father were in their courtyard, enjoying another typical Saturday morning. Though today was a special occasion. It was not only Meghana’s birthday, but it was the day that her true nature would be revealed.

“Daddy? What is it?” the six year old was hopping up and down joyfully.

“You’ll see…” came her father’s teasing reply. “Alright… Open your eyes.”

The young girl looked eagerly into her hand to see a small brand like thing. “What is it?” was her cross response.

“It’s an emblem. You see? There is a little dragon in the center. That’s not all though… Look up.” Her father pointed up to the sky, with a bright smile.

Above, there was a grand shadow, looming other everything underneath it. “Woah! What’s THAT?” asked the child, obviously caring more about this than the emblem in her hand.

With a smile, her father answered, “It’s your present. A dragon.”

“A dragon!?” the girl began to jump up and down, her eyes brimming with joy. The wind around her began to pick up, creating a great gust. After a few circles around them, the giant winged created landed but a couple yards away from the two Faeries. “Daddy, daddy, daddy! This is awesome!”

“I was hoping you would like it…” the cheerful tone was now draining from his voice, for he knew what was about to happen next. “This dragon shall shape you Meghana… It shall make you your true self. I’ll probably never look at you the same way… But it is your time. Heh… Good bye, darling…”

“Huh? Daddy’s talking weird talk!”

“Oh… How I wish that were true.” With a whistle, he called the massive dragon over. It stomped its way through, its sparkling gray scales radiated in the sunlight. Its narrow eyes looked at the man, knowingly. “Meghana… This is Mindgleam… Once it touches you with its nose, your true self shall be awoken. You’ll fulfill what you’ve been destined to become… A dragon tamer.”

“Is that what that tattoo was for? You know, the one on the back of my neck?”

Her father raised an eyebrow, “Nothing escapes you, eh? Yeah… That’s what it was for.”

The child smiled and said, “Will this be fun?”

“Certainly. Well, for you. Most likely not for me… You see, I like you the way you are. Even if it isn’t what you’re supposed to be.” His deep eyes looked to the floor momentarily, but immediately he glanced back up, so as not to make his daughter feel as miserable as he was currently feeling.

“Haha! Daddy, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” The girl squealed and ran up to the dragon, taking the emblem in her and pressing it against its nose, as though already knowing what needed to be done. A bright light shone throughout the courtyard and nearly sent Meghana off of her feet. Yet, she stood strong, making sure that her hand was not to waver. After a couple of seconds, she removed her hand, only to find that the emblem was no longer on her hand, but rather infused into the dragon’s nose.

Her face was solemn, and the dragon’s eyes were wide and soulless, as though waiting for an order. Her father looked at her, tentatively reaching forward to place a hand on her shoulder, “Have you become a dragon tamer?”

“Yes. I do believe I have.” Her tone was polite, strong, and oddly mature. “Though… Who exactly are you?”

Tears began to fill her father’s eyes, not only for the joy of his daughter being a dragon tamer, but at the fact that his daughter was nothing like how she was before. That bubbly tone had left and that joyous smile was gone without a trace. Her memory was gone, a completely clean slate was left. “Something wrong, mister?”

“Nothing… Nothing at all…” He said through sobs, “Call me… Daddy.”

Meghana nodded, seeing what had occurred. “Very well, father. It seems that my memory has begun as a new story of my life… I wonder what happened to all of those chapters so long ago…”

“Story? Chapters?” her father assumed a worried tone, “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine… And this would be?” She pointed at the dragon.

Once more her father could not hold back the tears. Anything she knew before the flash of light would be gone from her mind. “That’s your first dragon… Call it Mindgleam.”

“Very well… I think I shall like being a ‘Dragon Tamer’…” A very serene smile overcame her face, her mind function at the speed of light to write the first part of her new life,

“And with the brilliant flash of reality, my former self was no more.
I am now a brand new individual, writing my life at mere three years of age.
What wonders will the world show me?”

What the girl didn’t understand was that in time, even a matter of days, she would realize that the world would offer her nothing that her mind could not provide with greater ease.

~ “Death’s Agony” ~

“I’m six years old, and yet my brain functions so rapidly.
I write poems, literature, and find it effortless.
And yet… Faerie nature escapes me.
Could it be that this complex and torturous world pains me?
But how can I say this when the entire world around me crumbles with a single touch?
The plague has fallen. I only hope that Mindgleam and I don’t succumb to this infantile disease.
Though my immune system does leave much to be desired…
I must rely on Mindgleam’s strength.”

“Meghana, when we walk outside, be sure to not touch anything. You never know where infected people have been.” Her father crouched down low, looking at her sternly.

The young girl spoke oddly courteously, “I know father. I’m not one who touches people.”

Her father looked off into the distance and added, “Or associate with them…”

“What was that father?”

He quickly returned his gaze back to her and spoke, “Nothing, nothing at all.”

They began their venture through the city, seeing people lying against walls, slumped and sick. Others were bandaged to prevent further infection. Some were weeping, others seemed as though the life had been drained out of them, their eyes dull and opaque.

“When will the plague pass, father?” Meghana asked, though usually she ignored the world, when it was in such a state, one couldn’t help but fear it.

He gave her an awkward glance, but answered her question none the less. “We don’t know… I just hope that it does pass… And that all the medicine they are creating isn’t for naught.”

They continued to walk down the crooked streets with grim faces. “I feel like writing a story about this.”

“Don’t you always…”

“What was that father?” She asked yet again, knowing all along what his snide remarks were.

He shook his head and gave an apologetic smile. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

“Very well…” She returned the smile, though all the while gathering all this animosity towards her father…

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“I still cannot believe that the plague lasted two years…
Well, nothing good comes without sacrifice, right?
It is times like these where I question my own morals…
Though the plague may be other, I can sense another trouble brewing.
The Seelie and Unseelie are not getting along like they used to. Like this plague created a gaping hole in their relationship.
I wonder what this means for Resaren…
I can only hope that we haven’t gotten out of one dilemma only to step into another, worse one.
Though I must say, things are also turning for the better.
The disease has inspired many artists and writers to go where no other has before them.
I eagerly await the results of this.
Images of a utopia fill my mind…”

~ A Path of a Different Kind ~

“Father has become pushy.
Not that I didn’t know this before, it’s just now he’s making it blatant so as the entire world may see it.
He wants me to follow the path of the usual Dragon Tamer…
I don’t feel that desire.
At the young age of nine I know my life’s dream.
I wish to be an illusionist.
I’ve studied all of the books pertaining to this field of magic, and I think it suits me well.
Though, with father, he won’t allow it.
Something about dragon taming being my destiny.
I don’t think that way.
Illusions and such are what I feel is my path…
I’ll train in both to please father…
Yet my emphasis shall forever be on the hoaxes that full the illusionists’ power.
With time, I’ll become Elite.”

~ Civil War ~

“Mindgleam, I was right!” the young girl exclaimed, “Civil war! Between the Seelie and Unseelie… The Trooping Faeries against the Solitary Faeries… The humble against the aristocracy! Isn’t it brilliant?” She turned to her majestic dragon, as though actually expecting a response. “I know, I know… I shouldn’t be happy, but come on! This is exactly the material I need to understand the Faerie’s mind and nature. Exactly what I’ve been lacking in my stories due to lack of interaction with my own species, and it falls right into my lap.”

She spun around, facing the creature with a smile unlike any she’d had in weeks. “And guess what? I’ve been chosen to help the illusionists! Yes, I know I’m not an official illusionist, but I don’t care. I get to help. This is terrific... That is when you ignore the fact that the Unseelie are destroying a lot of valuable and advanced things…”

-an unnumbered amount of months later-

Meghana entered her house, happier than ever before. “Guess what happened today, Mindgleam?” The huge creature sat at the entrance just as it had every day after her return, at least since the young girl had been assisting in the war. “I helped. They said that my thesis on Faerie nature helped quite a lot. Something about coming to terms with the other side. I really don’t care, but it did give me an audience with many Elite Illusionists. We talked, and well, they thought I had much potential. I’ll start my training once the treaty between the Seelie and Unseeli is completed. I guess I should feel accomplished in the fact that they are attaching my thesis… And that I stopped the two kinds of faerie from completely destroying Resaren… But really, I only care about the chance to be an illusionist.”

The faerie sat down on the floor, not caring about the fact it was dirty, “I seriously couldn’t be happier.” Within moments, Meghana was lost in her own thoughts, making up stories within the confines of her mind.

-in a couple of weeks-

“My training had begun.
They say that I show much promise.
They’re definitely taking into consideration that I stopped a civil war.
Before long, I’ll be exactly what I’ve always wanted to be.
Mindgleam seems happy for me.
Or rather, I’ve made it seem happy for me.
I’m still a skilled dragon tamer, but this path is more suitable for me.
Someone with an imagination such as myself should not waste it in their mind.”

~ Elite Illusionist ~

“The initiation shall commence tomorrow.
Of what you ask?
I’ve become an Elite Illusionist.
A title I can at last be proud of.
I’ve been told that I’m the youngest to have become an Elite Illusionist.
None other has been able to master such techniques at the age of 12.
I take pride in that fact.
My father tells me it is due to my training as a Dragon Tamer and my background as an aristocratic Seelie faerie.
I blow his theory away.
I made it through sheer talent and creativity.
Speaking of father, he won’t be attending the ceremony tomorrow.
He’s too proud to have a daughter that is an illusionist.
I would just tell him to go to Hell…
He’s become upset over my vocabulary too.
Still, I’d prefer to think of my father as just one of those minor characters in the story that unknowingly affects the plot…
Right now, I’m trying to ignore him.
I’m focusing on the brilliance that shall be the ceremony.
Tomorrow… My life’s goal shall be completed.”

~ The Beginning of the Rest of Her Life ~

“I’m leaving Resaren.
Or, more accurately, the entire Realm of the Magic Wielders.
Father has become terrible to the point of wanting to never leave my mind.
After the whole fiasco where I officially became an Elite Illusionist, which took place over 2 years ago, he pretty much shunned me.
He refused to consider me his daughter.
Not that I mind.
I stopped thinking of him as a father the day I became my true self.
No matter, he doesn’t care that I am leaving, and I don’t care that he doesn’t care.
We’ve become more than cold towards each other.
As I have become cold toward the world.
My mind is my friend…
Yet as I think this, I realize this isn’t as it should be.
Which is another reason as to why the Realm of the Magic Wielders had become more of a prison to me than anything else.
I feel restricted within myself, but content at the same time.
It’s an odd feeling, which I don’t all together like.
I want to leave the faeries, both the Seelie and Unseelie.
I want to leave the Dragon Tamers and Illusionists.
This isn’t what I wanted at all…
I wonder why it can’t just be like my dream world.
Where everything is to my wish, completely blissful and perfect.
No matter though.
I’m going to explore, met people, and get away from this realm and its people.”

Theme Song: Imaginary (FFX AMV)

Mindgleam
Meghana’s dragon

Gender: Neither

Race: Dragon

Age: 652,879 years old

Weight: 928 pounds

Height: 11 feet

Wing Span: 16 feet

Personality: In a sense, Mindgleam has none. It feels what it is told to feel. Like a mindless slave.

Strengths: Mindgleam is incredibly strong and skilled when it comes to flying.

Weaknesses: It has a weak underbelly, and if it is in mortal danger, it cannot move unless it receives direct orders from its master. In this case, Mindgleams master is Meghana. If Meghana becomes incapacitated or injured, Mindgleam is like a punching bag, almost quite literally.

Abilities: None, other than the ability to fly and spit fire.

Appearance: This dragon's scales are a shimmering gray. It has an elegant and flowing body. On the end of its tail is an axe-like extension. This dragon has long, thin limbs with five digits on each foot that end in very long, sharp claws, each at about 6 to 7 inches. It has fanlike wings that stretch between its limbs. This dragon has a large, thin mouth, reaching from “ear to ear” or so to speak. Every tooth, other than the canine's, is about 3 to 4 inches, canines at about 5 to 6 inches. Its lips are incredibly thin, giving it a very wise looking smile. It has narrow mirror-like eyes that are a gorgeous and glossy silver. A mane of spines sprouts from the back of its head, trailing down to the ax extension on its tail. Flaps of skin allow it to completely close its nostrils. Two fangs protrude from its mouth in a very menacing fashion. On its nose there is an emblem of a dragon on it, representing the connection between it and Meghana.

Bio: Meghana’s dragon has no recollection of what happened prior to its enslavement to its master and as far as it is concerned, it doesn’t matter. Its past has been completely erased now that it has a new master. After that, everything that Meghana has gone through, Mindgleam has gone through. Simply read Meghana’s bio to understand Mingleam’s past as well.

Battles:
> Illusions of Reality (dropped)
> The Brink of Insanity (completed)
> Disturbance on Stage (completed)
> Deceased Songs(In progress)
> The Lost Treasure of a Castle (In progress)
> Upon the Wings of a Battle (completed)
> A Mere Misunderstanding(dropped due to it being a tournament battle)
> Unrest in Putyr (in progress)
> Jumping to Conclusions (in progress)

Crossroads:

> He Never Saw it Coming: The Mortal Coil and What it Entails (in progress)
> Complicated Industries (completed)

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