Noam

descendant of glitch queen Naomi

Nightingale>malfunction>glitch>willow>. The one and only gatekeeper and glitch queen. Naomi




As a child her eyes were sinister looking slits, yet her facade was an adorable looking dragonet. She thought the best way to secure herself a permanent shelter among these seemingly nice dragons was to have 'coincidentally' awesome random events happen to them whenever she was around. A fake good luck charm, of sorts... but that slowly became less fun.

By nature she's quite the delinquent teen.

Noam was hatched in a light lair on an tall spire close to the sun, her connections to The Shade would have been less than her mother's if not for the fact she actively practicing the mysterious abilities gifted by her lineage. Despite this it is her cruel sense of humor that gives her lineage away... or at least that's what her friends say. She's often involved in causing clan wide chaos, leaving everyone none the wiser but a pal or two who knows her well. Her favourite kinds of hijinx often include a dragon being humorously injured, such as tripping onto their snout or burning themselves with their own fire. Sometimes she'll do a little more and make clanmates think they've seen ghosts in the corners of their eyes or make all of their clothes sticky for 24 hours.

Though she's very manipulative and loves taking advantage of clanmates she's quite beautiful and overall a riot to be around, which leads most of the clan's males to fall at her feet. She's never returned any feelings at all but she acts like it. Twirling dragons around her talons is more like collecting cards than actually wanting male servants though, most things she can do herself with magic. In reality, she's sapphic, only finding dragonesses worth her eye at all. But, it's fun to take advantage of the lovesick males, tripping over their talons for her affections. Its funny when men think they're special snowflakes.

The shade is quite pleased with her.

Her lineage-- that of cursed blood -- was something her mother was deeply unsettled with. Nightingale received torment, ridicule and was constantly at war with herself because of it. Noam, one of Nightingale's very first children was never able to understand her mother's hesitation to retaliate against those who despise her simply for her 'sorcery'. Despite a tender hand and being taught to turn the other cheek by her mother, she couldn't bring herself to do so. She knew of the deep seeded scars in her mother, as much as she may have insisted they'd healed. Keeping her head down, and denying her lineage or even her gift. To her it was a sign of weakness and it remains as such to this day. "If they expect me to be a witch, than a witch I will be... in my own way of course." she'd say.

Naturally, as a shade touched dragon she draws in magic around her, so its no surprise it invigorates her to be around arcane dragons. She was found scavenging for food by Thanatos, a youthful looking and gorgeous wildclaw of the arcane flight. He offered her a hand and some of his hunting spoils, the poor thing, and her bold and confident attitude charmed the dragon so named after death. He offered her shelter after conversing over a meal and from there on out she be became a permanent clan member... after cementing herself as a good luck charm.

She's vengeful, snappy, but a damn good fun of a friend to have. Much less fun to be her sister, though.