Curie

She/It

Curie does not remember much about its creation, however shes deeply aware of waking up alone in a destroyed laboratory, seeming abandoned for years if not decades. Curie has the gut feeling that she is and always was a dragon, that knowledge feels right, but that's hard to agree with for most when its body is made of a glowing green goo contained within carefully made of hollow magic glass.

She made her body herself after finding other creatures exposed to her pure slime body tend to get sick. She dutifully paints it in pastel and neon colors she loves, and sources from the traders and painters of the clan. Hoping to blend in better while not coming across as deceitful or pretending shes anything other than what it is, as shes been accused of such in the past.

It doesn't like talking about the times between awaking in a lab in the outskirts of the Starfall Isles and settling down into her pillow laden den in the Tower. But now she spends most of her time with her collection of cats, constructs, and cat constructs. Her decor and apparel is full of pastel colors and soft textures. She's extremely cautious about cracking, dings, and nicks to her glass surface.

She relates to created things, views her body like a work of art, and worships the Arcanist, commenting that It knows what it's like to wake up alone and destroying things. She practices basic magics, nothing as grand as her friend Cerdiwen or some of the others. But She's happy to offer basic charms, domestic spells, and minor blessings.

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