Arma

My progen

Arma's Favorite Song

Arma is many things, and she is also not many things. Most of these things, that she is, she does not share with her clanmates. She is not a team player. She is brooding, and bitter, and unforgiving. She may or may not choose to help out her clanmates, and they may or may not help her, but one thing is for certain; Arma doesn't owe anyone anything, ever, and no one owes Arma anything, ever. She exists in her own universe, and though she enjoys deep conversations with other star-drawn dragons, friendships come and go to her like a feather on the wind.

Her role in her clan is uncertain--Although Iskyla is the leader, Arma created the clan. Despite being the wise creator of this group, Iskyla and her subordinates know little to nothing about Arma. She is softspoken, keeps to herself, and does not trust anyone.

Despite this, Arma seems to be very similar to Iskyla. They talk almost never, and rarely even glance at each other, but a mutual understanding exists. Arma knows Iskyla is putting on a face, leading her clan with the illusion of her own capabilities, but inside there is a darker form slumbering, like there is in everyone. Arma chooses to be everything that others hide. She is the embodiment of pain, confusion, and suffering. A representation of flaws, imperfection, and vices. Nobody speaks the truth better than Arma, she has no patience for dishonesty.

A wispy image circles Arma constantly. Seen rarely by anyone besides Arma, she is a powerful and mysterious beastclan named Aning, and she serves as Arma's familiar.