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(LOL I'm sorry if this shows up in your inboxes again everyone. I'm just updating a few things in the profile below the picture.)

I have to admit that I'm happy with this. It could be better, but I'm happy with it. This the gal that I have in my icon with a fully finished design. I've never been any good at reference sheets though so if anyone wants to put all this into a reference-sheet type thingy that'd make me happy. xD

EDIT: Update! I've got a name for her that I've had in mind and decided to use it. I've changed the way I've got her information set up and added more in-depth details. Yes I will roleplay with her and I'm actually hoping someone would be interested in it. Characters she'd be interested in are other Dragons or similar fantasy creatures, humanoid creatures (Humans, Elves, Drow, etc.), and other intelligent creatures. If you'd like to roleplay simply note me with the character you want to roleplay with and we can get started.

Character Sheet
True Name: Edana Kumai
Name: Cyris
Age: 160 Years (Juvenile)
Date of Birth: July 4th (This day is very significant for me.)
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Type: Wingless
Breath: Fire/Smoke
Body Posture: Proud

Appearance: Cyris is a very thin creature though it may sometimes look as if her legs can hardly support her. She is well muscled though and despite the fact that they look small they are very compact, giving her that lean and slender look that few Dragons with wings have. Her body doesn't have to worry about absorbing the shock from flight landing and so it has built up muscle elsewhere. The base of her tail has many strips of powerful muscle that allow her to wing her giant tail mase from side to side. She cannot, however, swing it up and down very far due to rods in her skeleton that help support the long tail and spikey growth on the end. She is about 35 feet long from her chest to her tail, her neck adding on an extra five feet or so. She stands to five feet at her shoulders and weights a "light" 1,200 pounds, just about the weight of a small horse. She isn't as thick and stocky as a horse though so she isn't underweight. Her neck appears to be the thickest part of her body, full of strong muscles that helps to support her head. Her head itself is narrow and smooth, curving down in a slight wedgeshaped pattern to form a small beak on the end of her jaws. Her nostrils are placed somewhat to the top of her head, but not as much as a water-dwelling dragon's nostrils would be. Her eyes are somewhat large and triangular shaped with no pupil and are multifaced, much like an insect's eyes and are a rich ice/light blue. She has a pair of double horns that start at the top of her head and gently slope back to a rounded point. Before the horn returns to her skull completely it sprouts out again into another point half the size of the first and then finally ends at the top of her jaw bone. She has one of these horns on each side of her head as well as a row of small bumps that travel down her head and neck, ending just behind her shoulders. Her shoulders also contain small bumps, as well as her hips; the bumps on her hips are closer together though and there are many more. The color of her horns, bumps, and tail-mace is not simply a silvery white but more a crystaline color that shimmers beautifully in the light, and they are Cyris's favorite part about herself. They are always polished in order to keep them from wearing down or loosing their shimmer. Her claws are also this same color and each of her four toes, and dewclaw, on her front feet are colored this. Her three claws on her hind-feet are also made of the same color and material.

Her hide itself is a deep and rich shade of blue, almost navy blue but desaturated a bit. Her underbelly is a wet sand color, cover the end of her muzzle as well as her tail in 9 riings that all connect on the underside of her tail. The top of her head is colored in a greeny-teal hue, with seven stripes working their way down over her eye-ridge. Six of the same colored stripes can be found on her neck, niether passing halfway through her neck's depth. Her shoulds, back, and and hips have a continues streak of the teal color, with her shoulders having the highest concentration of it. Off the streak are six stripes, with the one closest to her hips being so small it is hardly noticible. The thick "stripe" on her back continues until it reaches the first stripe on her tail, and then it splits off into six more small stripes, with the last being the smallest. Covering her body are strange spiral-shaped tattoos that are the same color as her eyes and inner-flesh. Her cheeks have a spiral on each side, and each eye has a partial spiral that surrounds its under-side. Both her front legs and shoulders have a relatively large spial on them, as do her hips and hind legs, but her hind legs have two spirals not including her hip spirals. Her tail itself has 9 spirals, each found between the sandy stripes. The tattoos are found only on the blue of her body and do not cross into any other color, be it the teal or the brown. In all she has a total of 16 spirals on each side of her body, making a grand-total of 32 spirals. (Each spiral has a set number of loops and "prongs" on them and should not change from drawing to drawing.)

She is a Dragon, despite the fact that no wings never have or ever will grace her body. (Even though she's attempted to leap off a cliff and fly when she was younger.) To many Dragons this is seen as a dissability and so she has tried to avoid Dragons with wings. The only thing she ever carries on her body that is not attached is a small star-burst shaped key that she will wear as a neck-lace on a thing strand of string. She has never lost it for she always seems to know where it is. She doesn't have to worry about scales cutting the string off since she has no scales, instead her body is covered by a thick hide. Unfortunately if not taken care of properly it will develop painful cracks, and the only way to prevent this is to oil herself. Unfortunately she cannot reach every place of her body to oil and so she will often employ the help of the forest creatures, or even a passing human, to help with the oiling process in return for a gift. She will use any type of nut or seed oil, but she prefers the oil from seeds as it seems to seep into her hide better. When freshly oiled her hide takes on an almost amphibious shine to it and her tattoos almost seem to glow. Her tongue is not forked and instead comes to a small point at the end; her teeth are adapted for both ripping and tearing through meat as well as grinding phosphorus bearing rock. She isn't against eating the occasional fruit though and her flat molars allow her to grind fruits into a jucy pulp.

Personality: Overall Cyris is a rather happy creature with a Sensitive side to all her bubblyness. She's also very Nurturing and Helpful, doing whatever she can to go out of her way to help someone in need. Children hold a particularly soft-spot for her and she doesn't hide it. Hatchlings would be a dream-come true for her in the future, but right now she knows that she's too young for such a thing and has other things in life she wants to do before settling down with a mate and having a family. She can easily Adapt to any situation, or enviroment, and does so with a Cheerful and Eager outlook on it all. She loves new challenges and things that test her skills. If she doesn't succede at first she's the type to keep trying until she finally does succede. She's also very Encouraging to others who may not be so sure of themselves or are uncertain of a task that lies ahead. If she has to she'll push them in nose-first. Like swimming for example. She once came across a family of otters who were trying to teach their young that swimming was fun, but one of them simply wouldn't swim! So she nosed it right on in! Part of her reasoning for helping so often and being so cheery about life is that inside she's lonely. She wants someone that will do more than simply pass by her cave. She finds humans very interesting and wouldn't mind spending a few months with one to learn more about their culture and the way they live. Whenever she does meet someone she's always anxious about when they're going to leave, and they always have so far, having other things to do that they must get done. She'd go with them but she's very attached to the cave she grew up in and she's paranoid and hesitant about leaving it and the animal families around her that she grew up with.

She loves to laugh and if someone can make her laugh then that's a major plus for them in her eyes. She, herself, sometimes has problems with coming up with funny jokes, but she'll often relate to her past experiences that were relatively hilarious and use those. The one type of joking she avoids are jokes that revolve around the death of someone. She hates the fact that she has to snuff out a life to fill her hungry stomach and will always give thanks for her meals after she catches her prey. If she could she would live entirely on fruits but the one time she tried that she nearly killed herself. She tries to keep her thoughts away from this dark side of life and instead looks to the positive side. Whenever a creature in the forest is about to give birth, or has given birth, she's almost always there to see the new arrivals. When hunting she'll keep an eye out for them and make sure she doesn't take their mother in the process. If she were to ever orphan young by accident she would quickly take them into her own care and try and raise them as best she could. She'll also simply go out and play with the younger creatures of the forest in an attempt to sooth her lonelyness for she's always happiest when she is surrounded by friends, but whenever she has been alone for long periods of time her hide begins to get dull since she oils her hide less and less and her posture becomes less proud and happy. Her greatest priority in life is to have fun and enjoy it.

Likes/Dislikes: She abosolutely loves glowing objects and her favorite thing to eat is well-cooked meat (steak), despite her hatred of killing things. Her favorite color are silvery blues and she despises harsh orange colors.

History: Cyris remembers nothing of her family except that her father had the reddest eyes she had ever seen and that her mother was blind, and her scent sweet and soft like lavender on a spring day. The one thing she does remember is a horrible and frightening memory, one of falling off a cliff. It had started happy and joyful and Cyris had decided to impress her parents by flying. The only thing that happened was her loosing them. With a cry of "watch this!" she took off for the cliff at a dead run... and leapt off the edge. Little Cyris's best friend a deep red Dragon with wings and she had often seen him flitting about too and fro in the air, so she thought she could as well... It was unknown to her that she could not fly and that it was the wings that gave her that ability. She was found at the bottom, washed up by a river, by a small and old Fox who took her in and raised her as his own instead of scavenging from her flesh. She always knew she was not a Fox though, and so when the other Foxes avoided her like the plague she was not as hurt as she would have been if she had thought she was a Fox. The old Fox never let her think she was either and if she tried to do something only a Fox could he would scold her harshly. She found him in a trap one day and was devasted to see him dead, and from that day on she dreaded death and despised it.

Since then she's grown up with mostly uneventful things happening in her life. Here and there she'd meet a new forest creature and play with it but the parents would almost always chase her away, thinking her too dangerous to even be near their young. She has, however, met an Elf. She was just as surprised as they were to meet such a strange and odd creature. Cyris had never seen anything remotely like the Elf, and the Elf had never seen something quiet like her before. The two got along very well and it came to be known that Cyris found herself very... well... dull and boring in her appearance. Thus the Elf made a proposition. If she would help him with something then he would make her look more interesting and eye-catching. What she didn't know is that he had made a bet with a friend. Dragons were supposed to be gone from the forest that surrounded their village, but here one was alive and well and he was going to prove to everyone that they did still exist, and with one so young there were bound to be others. The Elf brought her with him to the village, saying that his materials for keeping his part of the deal, as well as what was needed for her part of the deal, were there, which was very true. The village astounded and wondered her and she was allowed to wander freely so long as she allowed the elves to touch and examine her whenever they wished. The Elf kept his part of the bargain though and covered her body in blue tattoos that matched her inner flesh. She loved them, though as she grew older though the village began to be too cramped for the Dragoness and so she returned to her forest home, moving into a cave not so very far from where the Elves lived.

Disaster struck. A group of Drow attacked the Elf village and slaughtered many of them, including the one that had brought her to the Elves in the first place, and left the village in ruins. When she finally gathered up the courage to return, and after the sound of weapons clashing stopped, what she found horrified her. For a long, long time she would never return to what had once been her home. Death had left its mark more than once in her memories, and it now had her so fearful of it that for a long time she refused to leave her cave. Eventually she found herself foolish though and she now longs for the company of the Elves once again. She is old enough now to be able to earn her keep and so she constantly watches the road for travelers. The roads, however, are worn down the forest has mostly retaken them. She clears them out every so often, hoping, praying, that someone that can take her away from this place so full of memories will come.

Status: Currently Healthy and Happy but Lonely

Best friend(s): None
Love interest(s): None
Person character feels shy or awkward around: None
Person character openly admires: None
Person character secretly admires: None

Description
(LOL I'm sorry if this shows up in your inboxes again everyone. I'm just updating a few things in the profile below the picture.)

I have to admit that I'm happy with this. It could be better, but I'm happy with it. This the gal that I have in my icon with a fully finished design. I've never been any good at reference sheets though so if anyone wants to put all this into a reference-sheet type thingy that'd make me happy. xD

EDIT: Update! I've got a name for her that I've had in mind and decided to use it. I've changed the way I've got her information set up and added more in-depth details. Yes I will roleplay with her and I'm actually hoping someone would be interested in it. Characters she'd be interested in are other Dragons or similar fantasy creatures, humanoid creatures (Humans, Elves, Drow, etc.), and other intelligent creatures. If you'd like to roleplay simply note me with the character you want to roleplay with and we can get started.

Character Sheet
True Name: Edana Kumai
Name: Cyris
Age: 160 Years (Juvenile)
Date of Birth: July 4th (This day is very significant for me.)
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Type: Wingless
Breath: Fire/Smoke
Body Posture: Proud

Appearance: Cyris is a very thin creature though it may sometimes look as if her legs can hardly support her. She is well muscled though and despite the fact that they look small they are very compact, giving her that lean and slender look that few Dragons with wings have. Her body doesn't have to worry about absorbing the shock from flight landing and so it has built up muscle elsewhere. The base of her tail has many strips of powerful muscle that allow her to wing her giant tail mase from side to side. She cannot, however, swing it up and down very far due to rods in her skeleton that help support the long tail and spikey growth on the end. She is about 35 feet long from her chest to her tail, her neck adding on an extra five feet or so. She stands to five feet at her shoulders and weights a "light" 1,200 pounds, just about the weight of a small horse. She isn't as thick and stocky as a horse though so she isn't underweight. Her neck appears to be the thickest part of her body, full of strong muscles that helps to support her head. Her head itself is narrow and smooth, curving down in a slight wedgeshaped pattern to form a small beak on the end of her jaws. Her nostrils are placed somewhat to the top of her head, but not as much as a water-dwelling dragon's nostrils would be. Her eyes are somewhat large and triangular shaped with no pupil and are multifaced, much like an insect's eyes and are a rich ice/light blue. She has a pair of double horns that start at the top of her head and gently slope back to a rounded point. Before the horn returns to her skull completely it sprouts out again into another point half the size of the first and then finally ends at the top of her jaw bone. She has one of these horns on each side of her head as well as a row of small bumps that travel down her head and neck, ending just behind her shoulders. Her shoulders also contain small bumps, as well as her hips; the bumps on her hips are closer together though and there are many more. The color of her horns, bumps, and tail-mace is not simply a silvery white but more a crystaline color that shimmers beautifully in the light, and they are Cyris's favorite part about herself. They are always polished in order to keep them from wearing down or loosing their shimmer. Her claws are also this same color and each of her four toes, and dewclaw, on her front feet are colored this. Her three claws on her hind-feet are also made of the same color and material.

Her hide itself is a deep and rich shade of blue, almost navy blue but desaturated a bit. Her underbelly is a wet sand color, cover the end of her muzzle as well as her tail in 9 riings that all connect on the underside of her tail. The top of her head is colored in a greeny-teal hue, with seven stripes working their way down over her eye-ridge. Six of the same colored stripes can be found on her neck, niether passing halfway through her neck's depth. Her shoulds, back, and and hips have a continues streak of the teal color, with her shoulders having the highest concentration of it. Off the streak are six stripes, with the one closest to her hips being so small it is hardly noticible. The thick "stripe" on her back continues until it reaches the first stripe on her tail, and then it splits off into six more small stripes, with the last being the smallest. Covering her body are strange spiral-shaped tattoos that are the same color as her eyes and inner-flesh. Her cheeks have a spiral on each side, and each eye has a partial spiral that surrounds its under-side. Both her front legs and shoulders have a relatively large spial on them, as do her hips and hind legs, but her hind legs have two spirals not including her hip spirals. Her tail itself has 9 spirals, each found between the sandy stripes. The tattoos are found only on the blue of her body and do not cross into any other color, be it the teal or the brown. In all she has a total of 16 spirals on each side of her body, making a grand-total of 32 spirals. (Each spiral has a set number of loops and "prongs" on them and should not change from drawing to drawing.)

She is a Dragon, despite the fact that no wings never have or ever will grace her body. (Even though she's attempted to leap off a cliff and fly when she was younger.) To many Dragons this is seen as a dissability and so she has tried to avoid Dragons with wings. The only thing she ever carries on her body that is not attached is a small star-burst shaped key that she will wear as a neck-lace on a thing strand of string. She has never lost it for she always seems to know where it is. She doesn't have to worry about scales cutting the string off since she has no scales, instead her body is covered by a thick hide. Unfortunately if not taken care of properly it will develop painful cracks, and the only way to prevent this is to oil herself. Unfortunately she cannot reach every place of her body to oil and so she will often employ the help of the forest creatures, or even a passing human, to help with the oiling process in return for a gift. She will use any type of nut or seed oil, but she prefers the oil from seeds as it seems to seep into her hide better. When freshly oiled her hide takes on an almost amphibious shine to it and her tattoos almost seem to glow. Her tongue is not forked and instead comes to a small point at the end; her teeth are adapted for both ripping and tearing through meat as well as grinding phosphorus bearing rock. She isn't against eating the occasional fruit though and her flat molars allow her to grind fruits into a jucy pulp.

Personality: Overall Cyris is a rather happy creature with a Sensitive side to all her bubblyness. She's also very Nurturing and Helpful, doing whatever she can to go out of her way to help someone in need. Children hold a particularly soft-spot for her and she doesn't hide it. Hatchlings would be a dream-come true for her in the future, but right now she knows that she's too young for such a thing and has other things in life she wants to do before settling down with a mate and having a family. She can easily Adapt to any situation, or enviroment, and does so with a Cheerful and Eager outlook on it all. She loves new challenges and things that test her skills. If she doesn't succede at first she's the type to keep trying until she finally does succede. She's also very Encouraging to others who may not be so sure of themselves or are uncertain of a task that lies ahead. If she has to she'll push them in nose-first. Like swimming for example. She once came across a family of otters who were trying to teach their young that swimming was fun, but one of them simply wouldn't swim! So she nosed it right on in! Part of her reasoning for helping so often and being so cheery about life is that inside she's lonely. She wants someone that will do more than simply pass by her cave. She finds humans very interesting and wouldn't mind spending a few months with one to learn more about their culture and the way they live. Whenever she does meet someone she's always anxious about when they're going to leave, and they always have so far, having other things to do that they must get done. She'd go with them but she's very attached to the cave she grew up in and she's paranoid and hesitant about leaving it and the animal families around her that she grew up with.

She loves to laugh and if someone can make her laugh then that's a major plus for them in her eyes. She, herself, sometimes has problems with coming up with funny jokes, but she'll often relate to her past experiences that were relatively hilarious and use those. The one type of joking she avoids are jokes that revolve around the death of someone. She hates the fact that she has to snuff out a life to fill her hungry stomach and will always give thanks for her meals after she catches her prey. If she could she would live entirely on fruits but the one time she tried that she nearly killed herself. She tries to keep her thoughts away from this dark side of life and instead looks to the positive side. Whenever a creature in the forest is about to give birth, or has given birth, she's almost always there to see the new arrivals. When hunting she'll keep an eye out for them and make sure she doesn't take their mother in the process. If she were to ever orphan young by accident she would quickly take them into her own care and try and raise them as best she could. She'll also simply go out and play with the younger creatures of the forest in an attempt to sooth her lonelyness for she's always happiest when she is surrounded by friends, but whenever she has been alone for long periods of time her hide begins to get dull since she oils her hide less and less and her posture becomes less proud and happy. Her greatest priority in life is to have fun and enjoy it.

Likes/Dislikes: She abosolutely loves glowing objects and her favorite thing to eat is well-cooked meat (steak), despite her hatred of killing things. Her favorite color are silvery blues and she despises harsh orange colors.

History: Cyris remembers nothing of her family except that her father had the reddest eyes she had ever seen and that her mother was blind, and her scent sweet and soft like lavender on a spring day. The one thing she does remember is a horrible and frightening memory, one of falling off a cliff. It had started happy and joyful and Cyris had decided to impress her parents by flying. The only thing that happened was her loosing them. With a cry of "watch this!" she took off for the cliff at a dead run... and leapt off the edge. Little Cyris's best friend a deep red Dragon with wings and she had often seen him flitting about too and fro in the air, so she thought she could as well... It was unknown to her that she could not fly and that it was the wings that gave her that ability. She was found at the bottom, washed up by a river, by a small and old Fox who took her in and raised her as his own instead of scavenging from her flesh. She always knew she was not a Fox though, and so when the other Foxes avoided her like the plague she was not as hurt as she would have been if she had thought she was a Fox. The old Fox never let her think she was either and if she tried to do something only a Fox could he would scold her harshly. She found him in a trap one day and was devasted to see him dead, and from that day on she dreaded death and despised it.

Since then she's grown up with mostly uneventful things happening in her life. Here and there she'd meet a new forest creature and play with it but the parents would almost always chase her away, thinking her too dangerous to even be near their young. She has, however, met an Elf. She was just as surprised as they were to meet such a strange and odd creature. Cyris had never seen anything remotely like the Elf, and the Elf had never seen something quiet like her before. The two got along very well and it came to be known that Cyris found herself very... well... dull and boring in her appearance. Thus the Elf made a proposition. If she would help him with something then he would make her look more interesting and eye-catching. What she didn't know is that he had made a bet with a friend. Dragons were supposed to be gone from the forest that surrounded their village, but here one was alive and well and he was going to prove to everyone that they did still exist, and with one so young there were bound to be others. The Elf brought her with him to the village, saying that his materials for keeping his part of the deal, as well as what was needed for her part of the deal, were there, which was very true. The village astounded and wondered her and she was allowed to wander freely so long as she allowed the elves to touch and examine her whenever they wished. The Elf kept his part of the bargain though and covered her body in blue tattoos that matched her inner flesh. She loved them, though as she grew older though the village began to be too cramped for the Dragoness and so she returned to her forest home, moving into a cave not so very far from where the Elves lived.

Disaster struck. A group of Drow attacked the Elf village and slaughtered many of them, including the one that had brought her to the Elves in the first place, and left the village in ruins. When she finally gathered up the courage to return, and after the sound of weapons clashing stopped, what she found horrified her. For a long, long time she would never return to what had once been her home. Death had left its mark more than once in her memories, and it now had her so fearful of it that for a long time she refused to leave her cave. Eventually she found herself foolish though and she now longs for the company of the Elves once again. She is old enough now to be able to earn her keep and so she constantly watches the road for travelers. The roads, however, are worn down the forest has mostly retaken them. She clears them out every so often, hoping, praying, that someone that can take her away from this place so full of memories will come.

Status: Currently Healthy and Happy but Lonely

Best friend(s): None
Love interest(s): None
Person character feels shy or awkward around: None
Person character openly admires: None
Person character secretly admires: None