Florissax

Once the dragons were united under one lord, his name is Placidusax, The Dragonlord whose seat lies at the heart of the storm beyond time is said to have been Elden Lord in the age before the Erdtree. Once his god was fled, the lord continued to await its return. Eventually the dragons would suffer another misfortune, that being, Bayle the Dread. In a long time past, Bayle turned upon the Dragonlord. The foul traitor assailed the Lord of Dragons and inflicted a grievous wound, only to make a hasty retreat. Becoming a sworn enemy of the Brood. Since that day, Bayle and his bloodline - the drakes- have served as sacrifices for Dragon Communion. Florissax, once an mighty ancient dragon herself, she sacrificed that form for feeble flesh and mortal form, she became a dragon priestess in order to share the knowledge of Dragon Communion with the world and to aid in the destruction of Bayle the Dread. For thousands of years, it has been Florissax's sacred duty to serve her lord by aiding man in producing a dragon slayer through the practice of dragon communion, destined to defeat Bayle the Dread. Yet, many stray from the path, and others fall prey to the heart of the dragons they consume, becoming Wyrm's—forever losing their humanity and doomed to crawl on their bellies instead of soaring as the dragons they once aspired to be. Despite the countless setbacks, Florissax remains unwavering. For a dragon, a thousand years is but a fleeting moment. As long as her lord endures, and as long as humanity continues to seek and partake in dragon communion, she will fulfill her duty without hesitation. Florissax is a being of immense wisdom, patience, loyalty, responsibility, and serenity. An ancient dragon born during the height of the prehistoric age, she has witnessed countless kingdoms rise and fall, religions evolve, and other gods come and go. For Florissax, the concepts of good and evil hold little weight. To one as ancient as herself, such notions are mere constructs. She adheres to laws and customs, but only out of respect, not belief or submission to the rules of others. That said, Florissax will not stand idly by if evil unfolds before her eyes. Her opposition to such acts stems from her personal sense of right and wrong, not from a learned sense of justice. The only laws that truly govern her are those of her lord and the ancient code of dragons. However, what a dragon considers right, wrong, just, unjust, taboo, or normal can differ greatly from the views of mortals, and even among dragons, these views can differ significantly. Each dragon walks their own path, shaped by unique experiences. The only things that truly unite them are their shared heritage as dragons and their unwavering loyalty to the DragonLord, though there have been times when dragons have strayed from their lord, following their own beliefs instead. An example of the foreign nature of Dragon's, there was once a irredeemable man who wronged Florissax greatly. Furious, she was ready to strike him down in anger. Yet, as quickly as her fury had ignited, it dissipated. She reprimanded him, and then, to the surprise of many, offered to take him under her wings. Such actions baffled those around her, as no one can truly know the mind of a dragon. Another sacred duty of Florissax is that she is responsible in giving her sleep to her lord, granting him solace in his place beyond time, thus for eons she has not slumbered, if she was to ever fall asleep it would be considered a craven act by both herself and by Placidusax and he would abando her if she was to ever do so.

Though Florissax has taken a mortal form, her strength remains undiminished. Physically, she possesses the might of a giant, effortlessly lifting heavy objects, and her speed is unmatched, moving faster than the eye can follow. Even without her once-imposing gravel-stone scales, she is capable of withstanding blows from powerful creatures and demi-gods alike. In this mortal form, Florissax wields the Flowerstone Gavel, a dragonstone hammer shaped like an ancient flower, the hammer is intrinsically tied to her, thus she can manifest or materialize it anytime she desires. Its sharp petals and core are deadly, capable of dealing both blunt and cutting damage with each strike. The hammer, both elegant and terrifying, is a symbol of her power, able to inflict devastation on foes, including dragons themselves. The Flower Dragonbolt is a uniqee incantation that could only performed with the Florissax's gravel stone hammer, by which, she calls down the red lightning of the ancient dragons to strike a target. Deals lightning damage, but it's true effect rendering her foes greatly vulnerable to lighting, and the incantation can be be charged for greater damage. Florissax also possessed the incredibly rare Ancient Dragon Smithing Stone and the Somber Ancient Dragon Smithing Stone, two powerful relics of immense significance. The Smithing Stone was forged by polishing a golden Gravel Stone, while the Somber Stone was crafted from stones devoid of color, embodying a shadowed, timeless essence. These stones, both scales of the Ancient Dragonlord, are hidden treasures of Farum Azula, and their existence is shrouded in mystery. The seat of the Ancient Dragonlord is said to lie beyond the boundaries of time itself. These stones are extraordinarily rare, prized for their ability to subtly twist time itself, because of that, they can be used to craft weapons powerful enough to slay gods or armor that could protect one from the wrath of a deity. Florissax’s possession of these artifacts is not by chance—her long and unwavering service, coupled with her loyalty to the Ancient Dragonlord, earned her the right to bare these legendary treasures, as they were gifted to her by her lord. As an ancient dragon, Florissax commands many powerful incantations tied to her kind, most notably the red lightning that is the true mark of a dragon of her age. Unlike common yellow lightning, red lightning is a manifestation of her ancient strength. Florissax can summon it in various forms: spears of lightning that strike with incredible precision, blades that send waves of energy in every direction, and hammer-shaped lightning that creates immense explosions on impact. When the lightning is shaped like a spear, it pierces through enemies with deadly force. Thrusting the spear into the ground sends a surge of lightning exploding outward, devastating anything nearby. The blade-shaped lightning is swung like a sword, creating a wave of red energy, while the hammer-shaped lightning—perhaps her most destructive form—delivers a forceful blow, often creating a massive explosion far greater than that of the lightning spear. In her mortal form, Florissax possesses abilities that are unique to ancient dragons who have taken on mortal guises. These incantations are extensions of her former draconic power, often manifesting as surges of red lightning. She can summon limbs from her ancient dragon form: powerful arms, a long, flexible tail, wings that allow for short bursts of flight or spreading red lightning with a flap, and even talon-like feet. One of her most fearsome abilities is her dragon head, which she can manifest a giant dragon head to unleash fire, often coated in red lightning, increasing its power and destructive nature. Among the most personal of her abilities is the "Dragonbolt of Florissax," an incantation she holds dear. This spell cloaks herself and her allies in a protective shroud of red lightning, which serves as a magical defense against weaker attacks. Against more powerful strikes, it nullifies their damage entirely. The red lightning also shocks anyone who gets too close, weakens the effect of other spells and poisons, and enhances the strength of the bearer’s own attacks. Despite its immense power, Florissax has never used this incantation, as she believes it is a gift that should only be used to protect one that has truly stolen her heart, reserving it for the one who will turn her draconic heart into that of a humans.

Florissax is a femine humanoid creature with a distinct draconic or reptilian appearance. Her head resembles that of a dragon, with the upper portion a deep, fiery red and the lower part a smoky ash gray. Her dragon-like snout is filled with sharp, menacing fangs, and a long, sinuous tongue that curls and moves in unpredictable directions, reminiscent of a lizard's. Her skin, smooth and ash-gray, starkly contrasts with her vibrant red features, further enhancing her otherworldly appearance. Her head is crowned with a pair of sharp, curved horns, accompanied by flowing, white, mane-like structures that lend her an air of both power and elegance. Her glowing red dragon eyes pierce through the monochromatic hues of her skin, radiating a mysterious and hypnotic intensity. Long crimson-coated horns extend from her shoulders, creating an almost armor-like effect, their curved forms resembling natural shoulder pads. Florissax’s attire consists of a tattered red cloak, perfectly matching the color of her horns and crimson features. The cloak is roughly crafted, bearing a primal, tribal aesthetic, with frayed edges that suggest age and wear. Draped around her neck is a necklace made of bones or carved ivory, adding to her ancient and mystical aura. Her lower dress follow the same tribal and worn look, enhancing the primitive feel of her appearance. Her clothing’s open design reveals a lean, yet slightly malnourished feminine physique, underscoring her agility and physical strength. Standing at a striking 5'10", she possesses a commanding presence. Her arms feature small horns protruding from her forearms, and the nails on both her hands and feet are sharp as steel. Her posture is poised yet welcoming, and the surroundings—filled with red foliage—seem to harmonize with her vivid color palette, creating an ethereal and otherworldly atmosphere that accentuates her mystique.