Uranium prowls the caverns of the Onslaught Company's base, her glowing orange eyes glimmering like twin lanterns in the darker parts of the cave. Her magic is executed in rolling waves of fire that are deadly yet beautiful.
Uranium is typically quiet and observant. Her habit of eavesdropping on others complements her incorporeal, ghostly heritage. Being able to sense other's intent has made her cautious and cynical, and she keeps a close eye on those she deems malicious. She's bitter, harsh, and extremely stubborn. She's a bit of a conversationalist, and often engages new dragons in long discussions. Uranium is typically quiet upon first impression, but as you get to know her, you find that she can be a bit of a complainer. Despite how much she claims otherwise, she's a smart strategist.
A lair in the Scarred Wasteland is naturally in danger of infestation by all manner of parasites and illness; and that won’t do in a mixed-species lair. Thus, Uranium is a janitor of sorts. When cleaning supplies don’t do the trick, Uranium scorches the cave walls clean with flame magic.


Uranium was born to Dust and Senet of the Village of The Dead, and spent most of her early childhood in Court Dorchadas, among other ghosts. The supernatural beings in the court encouraged Uranium to learn how to fight early. As she grew, she began to notice more and more of the events of the court, and became irritated with the fighting over power. As soon as Uranium could leave, she did.
The little spirit ended up in the chaos of the Molten Scar, hunting for rare metals to sell to the other dragons. It was not an easy business, however, and many dragons tried to steal her wares or even capture Uranium herself. The fires seemed to change her, turning her magic powers into a burning-hot inferno. Embittered by her experiences in Dorchadas and in Fireflight, Uranium began to wander Sornieth, eventually landing in Onslaught Company, where her wispy and incorporeal form doesn't look out-of-place.