Cassarra

A Royal Afflicted, and a Princess of Mirrors, Cassarra - from a young age - reviled her own fate. Born sickly and Afflicted, born into a hivemind she could find no solace from, and born into a status that had many dragons' eyes on her... Cassarra felt like she never had privacy, or quiet, or even independence as a child; something that was a constant source of stress for her, and caused constant anxiety for reasons that she couldn't even begin to explain why. Even despite the efforts of those around her, she seemed to chafe under the life of a Royal; acting snappy, secretive, and a loner towards those around her.

Due to these stressors, it was likely no surprise to anyone when Cassarra would eventually make the decision to run away from home at a young age; forcibly cutting herself off from the hivemind in the process, in hopes of finally finding some quiet and peace in her own mind. She would flee far from home - deciding to settle on the shorelines of the Viridian Labyrinth - and live a live of solitude and peace, amongst the local wildlife, and alongside her best friend - a Smoky Batam Fangar, by the name of Baby.

Ever since settling down, Cassarra has worked to get her hands on scrolls to change her own appearance; not wanting to necessarily abandon her Coatl form, but wanting to disguise herself just enough that perhaps - hopefully - anyone who comes across her by chance would not recognize her for her past life, or her heritage...

To strangers, Cassarra can come across as suspicious, wary, and avoidant. She doesn't necessarily mind attention from one or two other dragons in short bursts, but she feels consistently paranoid over the idea that someone who finds her will recognize her for who she is - and would try to bring her back into her old life. And if there's more than a few strangers, it's safe to say that Cassarra won't even open the door for them; not caring about whether she's being rude or not in trying to maintain her own personal boundaries.

However, to those close to her - like Baby - she can prove to be surprisingly cheery and loving, even if with a somewhat snarky sense of humor. She does, indeed, care about others - and she loves doting over Baby 24/7; however, her aforementioned anxieties and paranoia can make it difficult for her to open up to others. If one does gain her trust, however, she is more than happy to do things such as share food, help provide medical attention, or patch up torn clothing; being surprisingly gentle and affectionate to those she cares for.

Her favorite hobbies are fishing, as well as raising chickens for their eggs, meat, and feathers; the latter of which she sometimes uses for crafting, or making new lures for fishing. She, additionally, enjoys sipping tea while curled up with Baby, or otherwise taking the Bantam out on a walk along the beach.

As an Afflicted, Cassarra's symptoms are surprisingly mild - on-and-off eczema, consistent wheezing and a rattling cough, poor sense of smell and taste, and brittle claws and feathers. Though the latter-most means that she isn't able to employ her claws to defend herself very well, and that her wings have trouble properly carrying her, she easily makes up for it in her ice magic - tending to favor freezing her foes in place, so that she can make her escape - as well as her general craftiness.

However - although it's unknown whether the Nosos virus is to blame or not - Cassarra also deals with bouts of extreme paranoia, and is highly prone to becoming anxious; especially around other people, where it exhibits itself as something akin to agoraphobia or scopophobia. Baby acts as a source of comfort and an anchor for her in this regard; helping snap her out of episodes of paranoia, and helping to calm her down when she's having an anxiety attack.

Overall though, while she sometimes wonders if fleeing from her home like she did was the right idea... She doesn't believe that she would've lasted much longer, chafing under the eyes that would be fixated on her in a place like that. She never asked to be born into any responsibilities, either; responsibilities that likely would've been beyond her own comprehension or ability, really. Like this, she is happy, and comfortable; content to live her life out in peace and quiet, simply listening to the sounds of the waves outside, and the sounds of Baby's purrs, as she drifts off to sleep on a gentle moonlit night...