Toyol

Toyol has never been known for tact. He knows how, of course, but absolutely could not care less. What Toyol knows is fashion. Formidable with a needle and thread, Toyol can bring the beauty out in anyone... they just have to know how helpless they'd be without him first. Of course, having a high-quality canvas brings out the best in his art... but then again, that would be true in any medium. Toyol happily deigns to help the more unfortunate-looking dragons of the world look somewhat presentable, but his true delight lies in dressing the beauties of Sornieth.

A fair few dragons have made the mistake of thinking that an effeminate shimmying walk, a high-pitched lilting voice, an outspoken love of handsome men, a typically catty pearlcatcher nature, and a passion for clothing would make Toyol somewhat of an easy target. It's a thought that has crossed a fair few minds. What those minds seem to conveniently forget is the (perfectly coordinated, delightfully matching) blood-red of Toyol's eyes. This Pearlcatcher is of Plague. He has thrived on conquering brutal conditions and impossible odds. He has survived absolute hellish conditions and come out better, stronger, sharper than before. Only a very very small subset of the population could beat him in a scrap... and gods help you if you ruin his outfit.

If you want nightmares, ask him what happened to the homophobic wildclaw warlord that tried to torture him straight.

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