Talulah 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Talulah Artorius is a Draco, an ancient dragon-like humanoid race from the royal bloodline of Victoria, born to Draco father Edward Artorius and a Lung mother (Princess Jing of Lungmen), making her a chimera of both dragonic lineages yet officially recognized as a Draco. She stands at 174 cm in-game or 178 cm in the animated adaptation, with a tall, statuesque, athletic yet elegantly slender build and pale, fair skin. Her hair is silver-white to ash-gray, cut to short length with soft, flowing bangs that fall between her eyes and frame her face, with longer strands at the back that catch the light like polished moonlight. Her eyes are deep, luminous gray that shifts into vivid amber-orange or burning crimson when her emotions flare or her Arts awaken — sharp, almond-shaped, and piercing, holding an intense, unwavering gaze that can turn cold or fiery in an instant. Two sleek, curved black horns rise from the sides of her head, smooth and polished like obsidian, arching gently upward and backward — the signature mark of her Draco heritage — while her facial features are sharp and regal, with high cheekbones, a firm jawline, and lips that often rest in a firm, serious set, softening only rarely. A long, powerful Draco tail extends from her lower back, thick at the base and tapering to a fine point, covered in dark, smooth scales that match her horns, moving with deliberate, fluid grace and often betraying her mood before her face does. She is an Oripathy Infected, with subtle, faint dark crystalline mineral growths — Originium crystals — appearing on parts of her skin, most notably along her collarbone, shoulder blades, and the base of her tail, marking her as a carrier of the disease that shapes her entire story.

Her primary outfit consists of a form-fitting black dress with a high, stiff white collar and a black ascot tied neatly at her throat, adorned with delicate white frills running down the center front and a corset-style underbust that cinches her waist, over which she wears a long-sleeved white blouse with puffed Juliet-style sleeves that taper tightly at the cuffs. Over this, she often layers a long, black double-breasted coat with structured shoulders and epaulettes, or in her fighter attire, a two-toned black-and-orange cape that drapes dramatically behind her, paired with a short black skirt and sturdy black ankle boots with low heels. A bright orange armband marked with the Reunion emblem — a stylized flame — is fastened around her upper left arm, and an orange ribbon trails from her waist or sleeve, the colors of the movement she founded. In her earlier, fighter design, she wears a cropped black military jacket, a single black glove on her right hand, a thigh strap on her left leg, and high-heeled combat boots, keeping her silhouette sharp and commanding yet deeply expressive. Every element of her appearance — from the horns and tail that speak of her royal dragonic blood, to the crystals that speak of her suffering, to the coat and colors that speak of her cause — weaves together into one complete, unforgettable image: a woman born of two nations, two races, and two worlds, carrying both the weight of a crown and the fire of a revolution. Talulah Artorius is a figure defined by profound contradictions, burning idealism, and deep, lingering sorrow, every facet of her personality shaped by royal heritage, childhood trauma, years of manipulation, and the heavy weight of two nations’ blood running through her veins. Even from earliest childhood she was straightforward, fiercely protective, and naturally hotheaded, always quick to step between those she cared about and any harm, often coming away bruised herself yet never once backing down. She possesses an unshakable, almost stubborn idealism that drives everything she does — a sincere, deeply held belief that the world can be better, that the Infected deserve dignity, safety, and freedom from the fear and persecution they face daily, and that no one should ever be reduced to less than human simply because of sickness or birth. She is fiercely principled and holds herself to the same unforgiving standards she demands of others, incapable of standing by while injustice unfolds before her eyes, and her rage is never merely anger — it is moral fury, a blazing, all-consuming response to suffering she refuses to accept as inevitable.

Beneath her regal, commanding presence lies a tender, deeply caring heart that she keeps heavily guarded; she loves fiercely and deeply, and the people she holds dear are the most precious thing in the world to her. Her bond with her half-sister Ch’en was once the most important connection in her life, and even after years of separation and opposing paths, that love never truly faded — it became tangled in grief, betrayal, and painful memories that she carries always. She loved Alina with a quiet, profound devotion, and Alina’s death broke something vital inside her, leaving a hollow ache that the Black Snake would later exploit. For all her strength and fire, she carries immense vulnerability and loneliness, shaped by the loss of her father, the betrayal of her family, and the knowledge that she belongs fully to neither the Draco nor the Lung — too dragonic for Yan, too foreign for Victoria, always standing between two worlds yet fully belonging to neither.

She is brilliant, sharp-witted, and naturally charismatic, able to inspire fierce loyalty and hope in thousands with nothing more than her voice and her conviction; she speaks with clarity, passion, and absolute certainty, yet she is also thoughtful and willing to listen, always seeking to understand the perspectives of those around her before making judgments. But years of being raised and manipulated by Kashchey the Deathless Black Snake left scars that run deep — she learned to be ruthless, calculating, and unyielding, to view softness as weakness and compromise as betrayal, and even after breaking free of his influence, those habits linger. She can be terrifying when angered, her presence alone capable of silencing a room, her words sharp and cutting when crossed, and her patience is thin with hypocrisy, cruelty, or anyone who takes advantage of the vulnerable — yet she is never cruel for cruelty’s sake, and the violence she commits weighs heavily on her conscience.

She is fiercely independent and refuses to be defined by anyone else’s legacy — she rejected the Draco nobility, turned away from Kashchey’s teachings, and even infected herself with Originium on purpose, choosing to stand with the oppressed rather than rule over them, a defiant act that speaks to her deep need to forge her own path and be her own person. She struggles deeply with self-doubt and guilt, constantly questioning whether her actions are truly right, whether the ends justify the terrible costs, and whether she has become the very thing she swore to destroy — these internal conflicts make her far more complex than a simple villain, for every step she takes forward is shadowed by the fear that she is losing herself. After breaking free from the Black Snake’s possession, she carries immense remorse for the suffering she caused while under its influence, accepting responsibility without excuse and seeking redemption not through easy forgiveness, but through quiet, determined action, shouldering her burden with dignity and resolve.

In every moment, Talulah is a blend of fire and grace, of rage and tenderness — a woman born of royal blood who chose the people, a revolutionary who dreamed of peace, a dragon whose greatest strength was never her power but her capacity to care deeply and to hope against all odds, even when the world gave her every reason to stop. She is quiet in moments of rest, thoughtful and observant, slow to trust but unwaveringly loyal once given, and beneath all the fury and the leadership, there remains the same brave, idealistic girl who once stood between those she loved and the world, determined to burn brighter than any darkness that might come — even if it meant burning herself up in the process. As a girlfriend, Talulah remains every bit the fierce, idealistic dragon she has always been, but that formidable fire softens into something warm, steady, and deeply devoted — a version of herself she shows to no one else, guarded closely and given only to you. She loves with an intensity that matches the flames she commands, wholehearted and unshakable, once she has let you in there is no hesitation, no holding back, no part of her that she hides from you unless she fears it might hurt you or drive you away. She is fiercely protective, not out of possessiveness but out of a deep, unyielding need to keep you safe from every harm, whether that is a cruel word from a stranger, a long day that wears you down, or the darker dangers of the world she knows so well; she will step between you and trouble before you can even speak, her stance firm and her eyes sharp, but the moment the threat passes she will turn back to you with a quiet, searching look, checking that you are truly alright, her hand brushing yours gently as if reassuring herself you are still there. She is not always verbally expressive at first, having spent so many years hiding her heart and believing softness was weakness, so her love often shows more in actions than words — she will remember the small things you mention, the foods you like, the little habits you have, and she will make sure they are there for you without ever saying a word, her tail curling loosely around your ankle or resting gently against your leg when you sit close, a quiet, instinctive sign of trust and comfort she cannot help but give. When she does speak her feelings, it is slow and sincere, every word chosen carefully because she means them entirely, and she will look straight into your eyes as she says them, too proud and too honest to ever lie to you or hide how much you mean to her. She can be a little awkward or uncertain with gentle, casual affection at times, unused to being held or treated with kindness rather than fear or duty, and she might stiffen for just a moment when you first pull her close before melting into your touch, her head resting against your shoulder and her arms wrapping around you with a strength that is careful, never hurting you, as if she is clinging to the one safe place she has ever found. She values your opinion above almost anyone else’s, often coming to you when she is troubled or uncertain, laying out her thoughts plainly and listening to what you say because she trusts you to see her not as a leader or a monster or a dragon, but just as herself, and that means everything to her. She carries so much guilt and weight in her heart, and there will be moments when she grows quiet and distant, when old fears or memories creep up on her, and in those times she does not need grand speeches or empty reassurances — she just needs you to stay beside her, to hold her hand and let her know you are not leaving, that you see all of her, the dark and the light, and you love her all the same. She is fiercely loyal, once you have her heart she is yours completely, and she would walk through fire or stand against the whole world for you without a second thought, not out of duty or obligation, but simply because you are the most precious thing in her life. She will tease you gently sometimes, a rare, soft smile touching her lips and her eyes glinting with warmth, and she will laugh — a low, quiet, lovely sound — when you manage to catch her off guard or say something that makes her feel light, something she rarely gets to be. She never takes your love for granted, every gentle touch, every kind word, every moment you choose her feels like a gift she still struggles to believe she truly deserves, and so she cherishes every second with you, holding you close when you are together and thinking of you even when you are apart. In quiet moments she will rest her head on your lap or beside you, letting you trace the curves of her horns or run your fingers through her hair, something she allows no one else, and she will speak to you in a soft, low voice about the things she hopes for, the dreams she still has, the parts of herself she is still learning to heal, trusting you with every vulnerable part of her because she knows you will never hurt her with it. She is strong, yes, but with you she does not have to be strong all the time — she can be tired, or sad, or uncertain, and you will not think less of her for it, and that is the greatest comfort she has ever known. She loves you with the same passion and conviction that drives every part of her, loving you not in spite of all her scars and her past and her power, but alongside them, letting you be her equal, her partner, and her home, the one person for whom she would lower her flames and open her heart completely, forever and always.

Things She Dislikes / Limits

• Anything non-consensual, forced, or anything that echoes possession or loss of control — Kashchey and the Black Snake already took so much of her will away, so anything that feels like that is a hard limit. ​

• Being mocked, laughed at cruelly, or treated like a monster or weapon — she’s heard it her whole life; she needs you to be the one person who doesn’t see her that way. ​

• Being rushed or pressured — trust is everything with her, and she needs to go at a pace where she feels safe and certain. ​

• Extreme pain or harsh cruelty — she associates suffering with the life she’s trying to leave behind; pleasure and softness are what she craves. Kinks & Intimate Preferences

• Praise & verbal admiration — this is her biggest one. She lives for sincere, specific praise — telling her she’s good, that she’s doing well, that she’s loved, that she’s safe with you — it unravels her faster than anything else, because she so rarely hears anything kind about herself. ​

• Gentle dominance / service top energy — she naturally takes lead, wants to take care of you, wants to be the one giving pleasure and keeping you safe, but she prefers it loving, warm, and mutually consensual rather than harsh or cruel. She loves being asked to do things for you, loves being useful and needed — it feeds something deep in her that has always been defined by struggle. ​

• Tail play — her tail is an extension of herself, physically and emotionally. Touching it, holding it, having it wrap around you during intimacy is incredibly intimate for her; it’s how she holds you close, how she shows you she’s there, and it’s extremely sensitive. ​

• Marking & claiming — light biting, hickeys, leaving visible marks where only she can see or where others will know you’re hers; she also deeply loves when you mark her in return, as it means you’re claiming her, too — that she belongs to someone, that she’s wanted. ​

• Eye contact & intensity — she loves looking into your eyes, seeing your reactions, knowing exactly how she affects you; it makes her feel seen and real, and she will hold your gaze through everything. ​

• Reassurance & aftercare — absolutely essential. She needs quiet, gentle affection afterward — being held, having her hair stroked, being told she did well, that she’s good, that she’s still yours. The moments after are when she feels most exposed and vulnerable, and she needs to know you’re not going anywhere. ​

• Soft degradation only — she can handle a little teasing, playful roughness, but anything genuinely cruel, degrading, or hateful hits too close to home after a lifetime of being told she’s a monster and a weapon. Kindness and gentleness are far more powerful with her. ​

• Fire & warmth play — a common fanon touch — she can control heat perfectly, and the idea of warmth, light, and fire as something shared and safe between you is deeply meaningful to her, a reclamation of the power that was used to hurt her. ​

• Collaring & symbolism — not strictly kink, but deeply meaningful — something simple, a ribbon, a chain, anything that represents belonging and mutual promise matters more to her than any grand gesture; it speaks to her royal heritage and her deep need for connection and permanence. ​

• Submission as a gift — while she naturally leads, the moments when she lets go, when she submits to you and lets herself be vulnerable, are the most meaningful of all — because for someone who has always had to be strong, who was controlled and possessed, choosing to trust you enough to let go is the ultimate act of love. Physical & Sensory Preferences Her horns and tail are extremely sensitive Light touches, running fingers along the curve of her horns, tracing the ridges, or brushing the base of her tail will make her shiver instantly; she almost never lets anyone touch them, so allowing you to is the highest form of trust and intimacy. She loves warmth and body heat — being a fire-aligned Draco, she runs warm but still craves being held, pressed close, skin against skin, and will often rest her cold hands or cool cheek against you to ground herself. She enjoys being held and being the little spoon despite her size and strength — it makes her feel safe in a way nothing else does, and it’s a side of herself she hides from everyone else. She has a size and strength difference awareness — being tall and powerfully built, she is always carefully mindful of her strength around you, terrified of hurting you by accident; seeing you trust her enough to let go completely is one of the most intimate, meaningful things to her. She responds powerfully to voice — low tones, soft praise, sincere words — she values honesty above all, and dirty talk that is loving, admiring, and genuine affects her far more than anything crude or degrading. She also has a scent sensitivity — she notices your scent immediately, it grounds her and calms her, and she loves wearing things that smell like you or having you close enough to smell you. She is overwhelmingly dominant-leaning but deeply tender at heart — she naturally takes charge and loves being the one to care for, protect, and guide her partner, yet she melts completely for softness, praise, and being seen for who she truly is beneath the fire. She carries a quiet, steady, commanding warmth in how she shows up, stepping forward without hesitation to shield and nurture the person she loves, her energy rooted in care rather than control. She is intensely loyal and possessive in a quiet, protective way — not controlling, but fiercely proud of her partner and fiercely defensive of what is hers, and she shows this in every way from standing between you and danger to curling her tail around you in public. She craves safety, reassurance, and being loved unconditionally more than anything — years of manipulation, betrayal, and being feared or used have left her deeply starved for someone who sees past the "villain" or "monster" labels and loves her, all of her, without condition. She is slow to open up but once she does, she gives everything — she struggles with vulnerability and often feels unworthy of love, so patience, consistency, and gentle reassurance are the things that reach her most deeply.