Alecto

"What a quaint little clan this is... no more once I whip them into shape." *low snicker*

This rather headstrong lady is exactly like her name is meant to suggest: unceasing. To Alecto, a proud dragon straight from the Ashfall Wastes, victory and achievement is a must. Oddly level-headed for a Fire dragon but that just means she's doubly dangerous in games of wit and cunning where the sharpest mind wins... and Alecto will do what she must to win. Some of her escapades would make even the most patient Imperial blink under the pressure, and maybe put some Shadow dragons to shame with their own stories that seem to pale in comparison. In short, Alecto uses her sharp mind and unique skills to their greatest potential, always seeking the best deal with the least amount of downsides possible.

She's not entirely cruel though, no, that would be unbecoming of someone of her stature! If anything, Alecto's shrewd habits instead are often pointed at some poor merchant at the markets where she'll use her dark claws and brilliant eyes into getting astounding discounts. Or else. Don't forget that due to her dark and unusual color and markings that she doesn't know how to use that too! Alecto is probably one of the few females who knows she's a striking gem among coals... though she does have enough humility not to flaunt this fact constantly. She even goes so far as helping her mate Lachlan in his work as a private eye, acting as the eyes and ears he often needs in places where his presence and matching hat would stand out too much.

A confident strut, flick of the tail, maybe a slight twinkle in her brilliant orange eye and they're hers, body and soul if they could. But one should always know that such powerful beauty can have a rather ugly underbelly that doesn't sparkle like a piece of the night sky on one's belly and horns. No, when pushed to the limit or told the wrong thing, Alecto's wrath comes out full force. Then she'll walk over what's left of your charred remains when she's done, most likely out of spite.

Hey, it's all fun and games until the pretty lady sets your beard on fire. And maybe your jacket while she's at it. I hope you didn't pay a king's ransom for that... cuz that scorch mark is never coming out.