Chuldah

what she thinks she looks like: k00L and edgy black market kingpin
what she actually looks like: used familiar saleswoman

"weasel" (it was actually the name of a prophetess but we'll ignore that)
job; black market merchant (her 'business card' title; curiosities vendor)
details of job; acquire rare and coveted goods through any means necessary; sell discreetly to interested buyers; organize supply and delivery runs; make contacts with vendors and suppliers across sornieth to max profits and also target customers
traits; cunning, ruthless, loves $$$, actually very boisterous and friendly, has a loud + disgusting laugh that makes your skin crawl, smells super bad & is always dirty, evaluates all relationships in terms of their usefulness to her and her pay scheme,
items of sale: pearls from dead PCs; jewels from dead SDs; of course all manners of horns, whiskers, scales, skins, claws, etc.; preserved fetuses, especially ones w/ genetic mutations;
specialty item; dead / preserved / beaten-within-an-inch-of-their-life charges. yes, the charges of guardians. these are bought by dragons who want to tempt the unquellable rage of a chargeless guardian for research, revenge, or whatever harebrained scheme they have in mind

A L S O just realized her hatch date was Friday the 13th aka perfect for the spooky lore I planned for her


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chuldah is a dragon you never want to meet. the second that you do, her foul stench suffocates your nostrils; her raucous laughter grates your insides and makes you feel ill; but her smirk, her smirk betrays all of her insidious intentions and throws your instincts for a loop. it's as if she was designed by the eleven themselves to be the most disgusting and least trustful creature possible, an eternal fount that drowns those in her wake in fear and uncertainty.

in her simpler youth, chuldah worked as a contracted merchant for a series of farms in the boneyard. she transported crops to pop-up markets, posted up shop alongside other vendors, and peddled her wares as best she could. it was easy work. too easy, for a dragon like her, who even then had a knack for unnerving her clientele and almost coercing them into making purchases. "you NEED this." "your FAMILY needs this." "how can you expect to rough out ANOTHER winter at the wyrmwound without this?" were some of her favorite lines, occasionally accompanied by a brutal after-hours beating to seal the deal. she could sell apples to an emperor and live to tell the tale. she imagined what she could do if she wasn't selling stupid crops, and if she didn't have to take a mere commission out of the benevolence of her suppliers. there had to be more to gross economic gain than selling fresh produce to plague dragons.

WIP