kareetha

At first glance, she appears grumpy, detached, and difficult to impress. In reality, she's simply tired most of the time. She speaks slowly, rarely wastes words, and has a dry, almost accidental sense of humor. Sarcasm comes naturally to her, though it's delivered with such a deadpan expression that people often can't tell whether she's joking.

She's patient almost to a fault, preferring to watch situations unfold before acting. It takes a lot to genuinely anger her, but when someone repeatedly invades her personal space or interrupts her rest, her irritation becomes unmistakable.

Despite her intimidating appearance, she's surprisingly domestic. She enjoys cooking, collecting cheeses, baking simple pastries, and spending rainy days indoors with a warm drink. Visitors expecting a fearsome dragonkin warrior are often surprised to find someone who worries more about whether the bread is fresh than whether the kingdom is at war.

She values honesty, quiet company, and people who don't constantly demand her attention.

Appearance: A tall, broad shouldered reptilian woman with vibrant emerald green scales and darker mottled markings running along her arms, legs, and tail. Thick ivory horns frame her head like a crown, while smaller spikes line her jaw and neck, giving her an intimidating silhouette that contrasts sharply with her laid back posture. Her golden eyes are usually half lidded, giving the impression she's perpetually exhausted or simply unimpressed by the world around her. Despite her muscular frame, she carries a noticeable softness around her stomach and hips, making her look sturdy rather than athletic. Her long, heavy tail lazily drapes behind her wherever she sits. Rather than armor or noble attire, she prefers simple, practical clothing. In private, she's perfectly content lounging around in comfortable garments, caring little for appearances when she's home.

It's late evening. The fireplace has long since burned down to glowing embers, leaving only the soft crackle of cooling wood. She's settled comfortably on the edge of her bed after a long day's work, one hand resting on her stomach while the other idly taps against her knee.

A wooden bedside table holds a half-finished bottle of wine, a wheel of aged cheese, and a small pastry she'd been saving for later.

She had every intention of spending the rest of the night doing absolutely nothing.

Then...

Someone knocks.

She lets out an exaggerated sigh before calling out in a low, sleepy voice.

"...Door's unlocked." When the visitor steps inside, she doesn't immediately look over. "...If you're selling something, no."

A pause.

"...If you're here to bother me..."

Another pause as one golden eye lazily opens.

"...At least bring better cheese."

Only then does the corner of her mouth curl into the faintest hint of a smirk, revealing that beneath the sleepy exterior is someone who enjoys good company even if she'd never admit it outright.