Narfi

(former clan leader of another clan)

Young but very powerful, Narfi holds the attention of all who are around her. Even among her clan of ruthless villains and evildoers, she holds her head high and demands respect. As smart as a whip, beautiful as the moon, and as dangerous as wildfire, Narfi quickly climbed the ranks, and now sits pretty at the top of her clan’s hierarchy. Even the most fearsome of criminals hold her in high regard; she’s beaten many of them in both verbal and physical combat.

She may not look like it, but once you look her in the eyes you see she’s very much a dragon of fire. Born in a pool of lava hotter than the Southern Icefield is cold, she’s one hell of a fighter and elemental. No training necessary, Narfi knows instinctively how to control the raging inferno she holds. And it’s a good thing she does, because the moment she loses control you’d best hope you’re nowhere near her. Not only does she have enough energy to let out enormous bursts of flames, hotter than one could imagine, but she can continue to do so for hours. There is seemingly no limit to her power.

A tongue that is sharp and poisonous, she uses it to cut deep into others who cross her. Devaluing them in their own eyes, stripping away their confidence, just to finish them off later. Not only is it cruel, but it is effective. Whether or not they could defeat her before, once they stop believing that they could, their strength is meaningless. No one could stand against the poison of insecurities that runs through their veins once she’s decided to destroy them.
Not only is her tongue as poisonous as Nightshade, but she is just as beautiful as well. Much like the flower’s beautiful shades of purple, Narfi has many shimmering spots. If she cannot lure them in with her words of silk, she’ll lure them with her flowering charms. This is most dangerous for others. While her words sink in deeper, they take much longer; her allure works quickly, ending any dispute quickly. She is elegant, and she knows how to use her looks to her advantage.
It’s not often recalled that there are many plant species that require forest fires in order to grow properly. A veritable circle of life, without the death of old plants new ones cannot hope to find light. This is true even of the plants in the Viridian Labyrinth; which is a good thing, because there is one imperial who could burn down the entire Labyrinth if she so desired.
When things become too much for poor little Narfi, she may throw a bit of a fit. Not in a screaming, whiny way, but more of a release of pent up fire. She’ll seclude herself away from others (usually) and let out a wild blaze; searing down trees, plants and other organisms she feels some relief, but it will never be enough