ALIGNMENT
FAV FOOD
BELONGINGS
HOARDS
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BLURB
It had taken hours to set this one up. Hours of toiling and hoisting and forcing Harlequin to do most of the labor. However, it would be worth it to see the look on her victim's face.
Lyn sits perched in a tall willow tree, her red scales barely hidden by the greenery around her. she remains stalk still, keen eyes open wide and maw parted into a twisted grin. After hours of set up, she waited even more hours for her target to stroll underneath her hiding spot. She had endless patience to see a prank through, though.
Finally, after her muscles are sore and her body quivered from being still for so long with naught but the faintest twitching of her tail, the hapless dragon wanders below. Lyn can scarcely contain her excitement. It was so simple; the first dragon to walk underneath her tree, and yet it took so long for someone to wander by. Maybe it would have been better to mark someone.
The spiral's claws scrape at the bark underneath, creating a sound as audible as a whisper. Lyn turns and flits from the tree's canopy, slicing a thin rope with her talons. The tree is anchored to an even larger tree behind it. Lyn and Harlequin spent hours sawing through the base of the tree to the point of tipping.
With the anchor cut, the tree creaks and falls forward, sure to crash on top of the unsuspecting victim if they aren't fast enough.
HISTORY
No one knows where she came from, only that she hails from Plague territory. She lives as a nomad, hopping from place to place in search of fun and entertainment. Not much is known about her parents or how she was raised; what might attribute to her behavior. The only thing they know for certain: where she goes, she is always flanked by a massive mirror made of machinery.
Harlequin is her muscle. Harlequin is her underling. Harlequin is perhaps the only good thing Lyn has in her life, but she cannot see that.
And she never will.
For as long as she can remember she was alone. Left to fend for herself in the harsh environment of the Plague lands. When Harlequin came along, she had no plans to make a life-long companion. In fact, she still has no such plans. The second Harlequin loses her usefulness, she will be abandoned. Such is Lyn's way. She keeps the mirror around because of her strangeness - because she follows orders without hesitation and rarely speaks.
Lynette goes wherever the wind takes her, following her whims and nose. She might find herself tagging along with a group of others now and again, but she never lingers long. Recently, she's been hanging around Blitzshadow's ragtag group of refugees as they travel to Shadow territory. She is regarded with suspicion and unease but has been little more than an annoyance for the time being.
Now, though, she's found a reason to stay.
Point Noct needed a host for their inn, Hole in the Wall, and a specimen of a Spiral was chosen for the job. She was about as smitten as a dragon incapable of love could be, and she was drawn by the similar energy he had. They meshed well, and though he is far more functional than she is, he found her just as intriguing. Now Lyn hangs out at Hole in the Wall, mostly annoying the guests or forcing Harlequin to pick on them out behind the property.
They're always chased off in the end by one of the other resort staff, however, and nothing ever gets to the point where a guest might be physically injured. Lyn knows that if that were to happen, her and Harlequin's presence would no longer be tolerated and she would be forced to give up her position with Boco.
PERSONALITY
Beneath her murderous grin is a twinkle of intelligence that conflicts with her skewed outlook on life as a whole. She is not known for her genius, but she is known for dropping wisdom where you were least expecting it. For one so strange, she is very aware of everything. She is aware that there will be consequences for her actions. She is aware that she could be injured in certain situations. She is aware of the social constructs and morals: the "normal" behavior that is expected and desired.
The problem is, she can't bring herself to care. She lacks empathy.
She doesn't understand self-control and cares not for societal standards. It's as if she was never properly socialized as a hatchling. Morals are a thing of myth and etiquette is an urban legend. The only concept she seems to understand is instant gratification—hers, to be exact. Lyn entertains herself in any way she can, and she seems to prefer the suffering of others to anything else.
At first, her hi-jinks are nothing but seemingly harmless pranks. A misplaced item, small lies meant to trick someone into doing something (like falling down a hole). However, if left to her own devices, they grow in intensity and severity. First, it's misplaced items, then it's pitfalls, and then it's straight-up attempted (or successful) murder. It depends on her mood or how hungry she is.
One dragon she might prank simply by hiding their favorite item, another she might attempt to murder by toppling a tree on top of them.
As is characteristic of her breed, she is blessed (or cursed) with boundless energy. Lyn cannot stand still for more than a few seconds at a time, and even then her tail is swishing or she's looking around for someone to torment. She never walks normally, always writhing or squirming like a worm or a lizard that lost its legs.
The one thing to notice about Lyn is her clumsiness. She flat out refuses to pay attention to where she's going and is constantly bumping into things and other dragons. Though perfectly capable of flying, she still rams straight into things or trips over herself. There have been a few occasions where she has tangled herself in her own coils and required Harlequin's assistance to untie her.
Whether this is true clumsiness or an act remains to be seen. However, it has been attributed to her extremely high pain tolerance.
Scrapes, bruises, broken bones . . . all are normal occurrences in her life and mean nothing anymore. One would think the ability to ignore the pain a blessing, but she has worsened wounds because she doesn't think to let them heal. She digs in her own lacerations, walks on broken legs, and does so with little regard to lasting repercussions.
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