Eve

I'm really agile, I can do backflips, handsprings, and things like that. I'm also pretty strong, I can lift really big rocks without too much trouble, and I can break bones with a lot of effort behind my punch. Her strength is nothing worth mentioning among Dragon-kings. She'll probably get stronger with time.

I wear an oversized dark blue cloak that is heavily worn: tattered on the bottom hem from dragging over roads and forest floors, stitched back together in several places. It belonged to my father a long time ago, and my mother gave it to me when I was young. Beneath it, I wear loose clothes suited to the warm weather and that allow me full range of motion and don't interrupt my agile movements. I don't wear shoes, and will never wear shoes. I don't care if I'll never marry cause of the wild appearance it gives me.

I was born in Redshore Village in 412 Metah , my mother Raelynn Ippotis, and my father named Arrel. My father was killed in a riot by the natives of the island when I was very young, long before I could form any real memories of him. I don't really miss him, he's kind of like a stranger I feel like I should know, but I still feel his absence and I wish he was still here. Anyway, my mother took me away from the island village and settled in Limnis, opening her shop. Growing up, I tried to make friends with the local children, but they were weirded out by my teeth and usually made fun of me. With my mother frequently deeply lost in her grief, it kind of felt like we didn't really have a full relationship, even with all of the training she was having me do. Without the full love of my mother, and without any friends, I was lonely a lot of the time. When I was eleven, I encountered this black-haired girl with similarly weird eyes as to my teeth, who didn't immediately insult or make fun of my appearance. Despite how cold she was when she interacted with me, it felt so comfortingly warm compared to how everyone else treated me, and I soon found her as my best friend. Wren's cold shoulder eventually warmed as we hung out. I sometimes worry that I'm a little clingy when I'm with Wren, but she's never seemed to be repulsed by it, so I've never dared mention it.   There was a little bit of an incident when I was thirteen when I was delivering an offering from my mother to the Church of the Heavenly gods. The head priest there has never liked me, probably because of my appearance, and had told me not to come to his church when no one else was around. I didn't listen to him because of course I wouldn't and what could he do about it? Well... What he did about it was slap me and tell me to get out. I was so angry. So overwhelmingly angry that I didn't even notice as my fire began to burn the wood underneath my feet and flicker off my skin. I did notice as the fire began to grow, and grow without any care to my attempts to control it. To make a very long story short, I accidentally burned a large portion of the church before I managed to get a hold of my fire. Even though no one was hurt and I managed to put out the fire, the head preist still banned me from the church -publicly this time- with the secretive threat of retaliation. That was my fault as well. That diminutive pest that harmed my host sparked the deepest, most biting desire for vengeance within me that I couldn't help but fuel my host's fire.

My mom taught me most of what I know about the languages I can speak, trading and selling, as well as some very basic mathematics.

I have a bad habit of trying to take on big problems by myself and not relying on others. I feel like I can handle most problems on my own and I might sometimes overestimate my ability to deal with those problems. That, coupled with how near suicidally reckless my host is, she is frequently in some form of danger.

When I'm nervous, bored, or anxious, I sometimes chew on the insides of my mouth without thinking about it. With my teeth being sharp, if I pick at the same place too often it'll bleed and sting. When I make myself known and she begins using my fire more, she'll likely begin picking up some of my habits. She'll start growling when she's upset and having a deep-set desire to horde small, shiny objects.