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Wild and untamed at heart, Vesperion just barely fits into the noble class. He was born into it, has to fit into the higher society, but doesn't feel he truly belongs there. He loves his clan and likes being able to help, don't misunderstand, but some part of Vesperion's heart longs to run through the wilds. Perhaps some day he'll finally give in.

Vesperion puts up an excellent front, and appears calm and poised to most dragons. In fact, he is known for being an exceptionally reasonable and well-respected Noble simply for the fact that in all his years, he has never let the power corrupt him.

Very few know that this is because Vesperion doesn't want the power.

Vesperion doesn't get along well with his fellow Nobles. He dislikes interacting wit those who embrace the power and luxury too much, avoiding them in a manner rather plain for high society interactions, which has led to him being treated as an outcast by others to keep certain dragons' approval. Not that Vesperion minds it any, though he does see some irony in being one of the most well-liked Nobles but the one most Nobles won't dare associate with. Frankly, that whole debacle has almost been enough to make Vesperion finally snap anad abandon it all on multiple occassions.





Ademir tries so very hard to be normal.

It's not his fault his sister is like that! He wishes she weren't, with how often people decide he must be like her too. It's so bad that Ademir's conversations when meeting someone new often follow a path similar to this:

1. No, he does not make poison too.
2. No, he will not curse that one dragon you don't like.
3. Yes, he could - so could any half decent mage - but he won't.
4. No, you can't pay him to. Don't ask again.
5. He wears dark clothes because they're expensive and he likes them. That doesn't make him some storybook villain.

After which, Ademir is often so exhausted with dragonkind in general that he's forced to retire from whatever social gathering he was forced to make an appearance at and hole-up in his den for no less than two days. He really doesn't understand how his sister can be so extroverted, or how she allowed their little operation to become so public. The fact she's kept his part in it a secret thus far is astonishing, though he fears she won't be ale to keep her mouth shut for much longer.

Truthfully, Ademir really doesn't care what his sister got up to, and never did. When she came to him one night claiming to have poisoned a fellow Noble and asking him to help cover it up, he did just that. He scolded her too (What was she thinking? Was she really just relying on him to cover her tracks?) Ademir likes to think of himself as a good brother, so of course he helped. With a scene perfectly crafted and a careful amount of the poison in Eirlys' own blood, Ademir cast a spell over the both of them to prevent memories of what they had done from staining their pearl before running to the authorities. It was awful, you know, to be so worried about his sister only to find her and her closest friend succumbing to poison. It was a miracle Eirlys survived - she was lucky he thought to go to her friend's manor to check on her when he did. Shame about her friend though, of course.

Ademir won't tell Eirlys where he learned the spell, much to her dissatisfaction. The memory can never be divined from his pearl, along with so many others. That's the point of keeping secrets, after all, to hide something. He loathes this 'open secret' thing going on with his sister's business, knowing it will be the end of them both some day.

At the very least, Ademir can rest easy knowing his own secrets will never be found out.



Eirlys was always known as a spoiled, loud, and opinionated dragon. From a young age, she demanded the attention and subservience of others, and would throw massive temper tantrums if she didn't get her way. She's largely grown out of it by now - for better or for worse.

You see, Eirlys has always loved to be in control. Being a Noble is quite good for her in that regard - though, perhaps not so good for everyone else. This, combined with her lack of experience and temper tantrums of the past, meant that other Nobles looked down on her. She was seen as immature, little more than a child, and often left out of important discussions.

Well, she would just have to make them listen.

Her own childhood friend was first. She was too much like the others, always turning up her nose at Eirlys, saying she couldn't possibly handle what all of the adult dragons were up to, never mind the fact they were the same age. It burned Eirlys, so much so that she was finally driven to act.

She had always been fascinated by the dark and macabre. It didn't take much to track down some of the ghastly poisons she had read about. Not much for a Noble anyways.

After that, Eirlys became obsessed. That was so easy! She was quick to develop her own poisons, desperate to try them again.

Only, Ademir was not there to help her this time. Not before she was found out. Luckily for her, the dragon that found her was willing to... forget what they had seen, if Eirlys was willing to help them.

Thus began Eirlys' rise to power.

By now, the services she provides have become something of an open secret, with a few of the higher-ups and authority figures in the clan being aware, but also being customers, giving Eirlys enough social credit to finally sit in at the important conversations and be listened to, blissfully unaware of how dangerously close it all is to crashing down on top of her head.