Matryoshka

Biography:
Matryoshka has been travelling the world since she was but a hatchling. Maybe it wasn't the most responsible upbringing her parents could have provided for her, but in their words, "meh, it builds character." Thanks to the reckless lack of parental supervision she was offered as a child, the little Tundra toddled her way into the Sunbeam Ruins, and ended up lost in the maze-like ruins of the Hewn City at no more than a few weeks old!

The little fluffball found herself cornered by strange, threatening beasts made of pulsing fog. Her fearful cries brought a plague doctor and exterminator working within the ruined city -- Aqua the Coatl, who resided within a nearby clan -- to her aid, thankfully! The Coatl came flying as fast as she could, obliterating the Shade-born creatures with a beam of red-hot searing magic from her staff, and saved the child's life... but not before a strange curse had already befallen Matryoshka.

Nowadays, as a young adult, the Tundra isn't nearly as defenseless. Her travels earlier in life have taught her that the only dragon she can truly rely on is herself, and as such, Matryoshka learned to fight from Coliseum scavengers that would humour her and bring her along on their expeditions. The clan whose plague doctor saved her life offered to house Matryoshka for a time, and she took them up on the offer initially, but left as soon as she felt she was old enough to stand on her own; the Tundra was beginning to fear becoming a burden.

As for the curse that wormed its way into her body in the Hewn City, well... it was still in full effect. Try as she might, the Tundra had found no way to break it as of yet. Well, what is this curse, you might be asking? Well, at just a glance it's nigh-unnoticeable. But if one were to lean in and inspect Matryoshka more closely, they would find that her fur is not fur at all, but intricately-carved wood. Each of the joints in her legs, wings, tail, and jaw alike creak like the boughs of an old oak with each movement. She cannot fly, for the Tundra's body has been turned to wood right through to her core, and she's impossibly heavy for a dragon her size -- even something as simple as walking around can be cumbersome for her, at times.

Whatever foul magic befell Matryoshka that fateful day, has cursed her to roam Sornieth as a wooden statue for the rest of her life!

But the Tundra still has hope for a cure... somewhere, somehow. She's already spent so much of her life as a nomad, what's a little more travelling going to hurt? Hopping from clan to clan, Flight to Flight, Matryoshka intends to find a dragon well-versed in spells and curses who would be able to revert her back to her old, flesh-and-blood self.

Or maybe she'll just find herself a nice home clan in the Viridian Labyrinth, where she can at least thrive given her situation? At this point, the Tundra will take what she can get!