Lizboltis

The mistress! The grand poobah! The queen of the hive! The first gen, Lizboltis. She is the face of the UncleSisu clan, and she is the head of operations.

The macabre is one of her favorite topics, with the hoard full of various bones to back it up, and an old haunted set of armor she lovingly dubbed Cackleshanks. Her old mate, her only mate at the time, was Taurine, a pink Fae who worked as an apprentice under the watchful eye of the Arcanist. The same happened with her daughters Wisteria and Plumwine. She isn't far from them, though, and she visits as frequently as possible. Every trip to the Observatory, Lizboltist brings along hatchlings when they are old enough to fly in order to meet members of the clan that were exalted to the Arcanist long, long ago.

Lizboltis has quite the odd quirk; for a mirror, she spends a of her time walking around on her hind legs as if she were a wildclaw, which has even passed down to her eldest child Eventhorizon(Eve.), Kaje, Atticus, and Epsilon.
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Her closest friends are Angel and Sodikken. To Leo, Brayana, Lisp, and George, she is seen as a mother figure of sorts. Well, more of an auntie figure, but whatever the term, they look up to her, especially Leo.

One day, not long after the Wavecrest Saturnalia, Lizboltis fell head over tail for another mirror dragon. A mirror dragon seasoned with 2 years of experience in Sorneith and not some far-off land like Lizboltis.

His name is Acrux. And she loves him.

During the Brightshine Jubilee, a familiar fluttering hit Liz's ears. It wasn't short and rapid, it was longer, yet still quick as it moved the air. Her heart jumped from her throat when Taurine landed on her head and looked her in the eye with a smile. She cried joyfully and grabbed him with both claws, tumbling into the dirt with him and rolling around. The reunion paused as Acrux walked over to her and her old mate, expression placid. Frills down, Lizboltis stood on her hind legs and began to explain. "Taurine, this is Acrux. My second.. mate..." She winced at the possibility of chastising, of Taurine's broken little heart, she loved him still of course she did!--she just also loved Acrux it wasn't her fault-!
"You didn't tell me you got me a husband!" Taurine told her with a sincere, joyful surprise. He punched her arm, wriggled from her grasp and flew to greet his new partner with full enthusiasm.
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For a long time after the incident with Jungic, members of the clan with no seniority had began to lose faith in Lizboltis. She herself had started going through changes for the sake of image, of money. Her grip on the vault has grown tighter, and her favoritism grows. One could say she had grown sleazy.

But not anymore! She seems to be reverting to her old self once more, and becoming emotionally invested in every single dragon her clan has once more, and not just her many, many, many children(adopted or not)