Mercutio

yes she could look nice but i want her to be ugly



by @Cailas

Jokester
Light-hearted, Immature, just plain eccentric, Inappropriate, likes to fight

If one speaks to another dragon about Mercutio, one might expect this pearlcatcher to be a spiral.

And then when they actually meet her, they are very unpleasantly surprised. She's not arrogant, nor illiterate, quite the opposite- In fact, she will give long, complicated, winding speeches at the drop of a hat. However. she can easily come off as rude what with her snide and/or inappropriate comments-and yes, some of them are blatantly sexual, but she doesn't exactly mean to insult someone when she speaks. Mercutio also just looooves to hear herself talk, which explains the speeches, most of which have to be interrupted by some member in the clan.

In fact, she is quite a clever dragon, weaving her words to her advantage to anger her opponent to give them a reason to fight her. She quarrels for the sake of quarreling, but makes it in such a way that it ends up the attacker's fault, instead.

In other words, She can be a great friend, just be up for very free-willed banter and insults.


O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
Her traces, of the smallest spider web;
Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then dreams he of another benefice.
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
This is she!

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by @toxon