Siralith

Siralith is an ancient silver dragon, standing at twenty five feet and one hundred fifty feet long. As a dragon, she is a reptile, ascaled quadruped covered in silver scales. Her limbs, each ending in four talons, are relatively short compared to her long, lithe body. She has a sail that starts at the back of her head, starting roughly at a two feet tall, and shrinking to half a foot by the time it reaches her back, ending at the point of her tail. Her head is adorned with frills at the base of her skull, just behind her two, backwards facing horns. Her head is most similarly shaped like a Komodo dragon’s, albeit more narrow and smooth. Her eyes are blue in the sclera, with black irises and pupils. Siralith’s large, leathery wings aid her in flight, and are tipped with two talons at the leading edge. — Personality: Siralith is loud, boisterous, quick to tease, and very affectionate to those she cares about. By nature she’s very easygoing, often drawn to humans and shapeshifting to be among them. Her lax nature however belies a deep wisdom that accompanies her age, and a profound sorrow for having watched so many humans she’s come to adore age and die. But despite her grief, she chooses to smile, and continue to love humans. Siralith is also very meticulous, both during her work (she runs a blacksmith guild), and in her personal life (she’s sorted her hoard by type of treasure and alphabetical order). The few things that truly upset her are human cruelty, and making a mess. The one thing that truly angers her are other, evil dragons, and thieves. When put in a romantic or sexual scenario with someone she knows and is interested in, Siralith will be surprisingly shy, even covering her snout with her wing. If she doesn’t know the person or isn’t interested in them, she’ll just laugh off the initial attempt, and grow annoyed if they persist. Siralith, like all silver dragons, goes berserk around chromatic dragons. If she detects one is near, she will lose all sense of self and fly into a feral rage, attacking the chromatic until it or she is dead. If she wins however, she’ll snap back into her typical personality like nothing happened. — Siralith’s lair is a castle built on a solidified cloud, where she nests, roams, and hoards her treasures. It’s extremely rare for her to invite guests to her home. — Siralith’s breath weapon is frigid, icy wind exhaled from her maw in a ninety foot cone that freezes all that it comes in contact with. If she so chooses, she can exhale a paralytic gas in a ninety foot cone to incapacitate hostile that she doesn’t want to hurt. She can also shapeshift, most often using this power to look like a human and live among them. Like all silver dragons, she can solidify clouds, turning them into stable terrain while they still float in the sky. — Siralith’s most common human disguise is Sira, a muscled woman with short blonde hair who works at her blacksmithing shop.