Nalice

Classy Dame

Nalice, like Mytho, fell victim to the rough seas and terrifying gales that ravage the open ocean. A broken wing left her floundering in the water, sure to drown if she didn't freeze to death first, until she was quite literally fished up by Ursa. Owing a life debt to the clan, she stayed. Initially hesitant to talk to the other dragons, she eventually began reaching out to the others when the boredom of healing became too much, to the point where she could proudly take the role of Plague Ambassador, a role not filled since Flashdance's disappearance.

Instead of armored scales, she appears to have a more mammalian skin that can only be described as lukewarm in temperature. To touch this dragon is to invite a thick, sticky film to cling to you. The strange substance oozes from every pore, though oddly never to excess. Perhaps it protects her from the biting wind. The only 'dry' parts of her are runes that she carved into herself prior to joining the clan. She sometimes traces the untranslatable runes with her claws and rarely allows other dragons to try and translate them themselves, with the exception of Murmur. How it fails to wreck her preferred clothing - the finest silks and the most delicate jewels - is and always will be a mystery to Mercede, who lives in perpetual anguish at how close they surely must be to ruin.

She's polite, patient and treats everyone in the clan with respect, no matter their status - with the exception of her dear friends. With her increasing sociability, these dragons have noticed her quick wit and surprisingly crude nature, especially Keloid and Speakeasy. Her mate, the scruffy Murmur, seems like an odd choice in partner but Nalice is completely besotted with her. Nalice is a powerful influence in the Plague clique, despite not formally being a member, and can often be found relaxing at Barebones when she's not going over trade agreements with Rem.