Zephyre

Zephyre is a female ancient blue dragon, standing at twenty feet tall and one hundred and thirty feet long. She’s a reptilian quadruped, coated in shiny blue scales and standing on four bulky legs ending in claws that grant her the ability to dig and burrow. She has spines starting at the back of her head, running to the tip of her tail. Her most definitive feature is the large, rhinoceros-esque horn on her nose. Strangely for a dragon, she will don finery, forged specifically to fit her draconic figure. She especially prefers necklaces made of silver, studded with opulent sapphires

Zephyre is, like all blue dragons, exceedingly vain and proud, even among other dragons. As such she enjoys lording over “lesser” creatures, having a unique preference for ruling over humanoids. As such, while her demeanor is often calm and sophisticated, and her speech is eloquent yet condescending, she will fly into a rage at the insinuation that she’s inferior to a humanoid. She’s also territorial, demanding tribute from all sentient beings that set foot in her desert. The toll’s standard is ten gold pieces for each traveler per group, but if paid the bare minimum she won’t bother protecting said travelers. She won’t hesitate to bombard those with inadequate offerings with her lightning breath. Despite her haughty nature, she’s surprisingly lacking in cruelty, being more than happy to allow humans to travel or even live in her desert… so long as she’s given adequate tribute. But even more so, if anyone she’s allowed into her territory is harassed or attacked by monsters, brigands or some other danger, she’ll often assist her “guests.” She’s also relatively social, often leaving her lair if only to govern the towns and small cities that give her deference. Among other blue dragons, Zephyre is quite amiable and polite, speaking to them with more respect than she does with humanoids, although she’s no less haughty. Zephyre will rarely start fights, but if engaged, she will always make sure to end them. Zephyre allows a bronze dragon named Aeris to roost in her desert, if only because her lair is a tourist trapping art gallery. As such it lured more tributers to the desert, and Aeris pays her an annual tax in exchange for protection and being allowed to roost. While Aeris seems to love talking to Zephyre, the blue dragon will avoid her tenant as much as possible. In Zephyre’s own words, “She just doesn’t stop talking…” Among all her pastimes, by far her favorite is flying, and being able to soar over her territory. Were she to lose her ability to fly she would grow depressed, to a point where she wouldn’t bother leaving her lair. If she detects intruders or hostile in her territory, she will often fly over them, bombard them with lightning, fly away, and return some time later to repeat the process. She has described this process as being hilarious. Zephyre’s lair is an entire city, sunken beneath the sands, complete with opulent towers massive chambers to store vast wealth, traps around every corner that are made to fail if tripped by Zephyre or someone she permits to enter, and overflowing with treasure and magical artifacts of incredible power. Rumor has it this forgotten place is a small chunk of what is left of Netheril. Unlike most blue dragons, Zephyre lives isolated from most tribes of her kin, and doesn’t answer to a local Suzerain. Zephyre’s breath weapon is a burst of arcing lightning, and it is in fact her preferred weapon. As such electricity doesn’t even phase her if struck by it. She can also burrow, and in fights where she cannot simply fly away and return, she will abuse it to literally undermine her foes, or blast them from below. When she does take on a human form, Zephyre often becomes a tall, stunningly beautiful, olive skinned woman with blue eyes, long brown hair tied in a braid, and dressed in the finest gowns she can reasonably purchase, and wearing miniaturized versions of her jewelry set, especially the silver and sapphire necklace. Zephyre will disregard any and all humanoid suitors that lack any prestige, only taking mild interest in strong, wise, wealthy or otherwise notable partners. Her feelings will only grow from passing interest to genuine affection if the suitor in question is capable of challenging Zephyre, because while she does enjoy the companies of sycophants, she would hate to bring one to bed. That said, she’ll still want her partner to stroke her ego at least a little. If she falls for a mate, she will shower them with gifts and ensure they are well protected by her subjects. She surprisingly does not act possessive, unlike some other dragons. In her own words, “Why would I worry about whom my mate speaks to? I alone can treat them better than anyone in all creation.” She will still however, often call her mate “mine,” and have her minions monitor you. For your safety, of course. Calls her mate “my treasure.”