Shade-touched form
Name: Psi
Age: Mid-20s
Gender: Female
Time they’ve been a shade touched: Recently; this is very new to her.
Looks:
Element: Fire
Strength: 9/10
Intellect: 5/10
Personality: Completely unreliable and random. Her vision is warped by both the Arcane parts affixed to her form and the Shade. She thinks that all normal dragons are Shade-Touched, and sees nothing wrong with
actual Shade-Touched dragons. She is completely convinced that anyone who says otherwise is a filthy liar, and will attack them, Shade-Touched or not. She's not
completely heartless-- just misguided. There have been instances where she's refrained from killing a normal dragon for up to a week, before snapping of course. Those that survive long enough to become actually Shade-Touched will definitely cause Psi some confusion, but then she'll rationalize that her ""immunity"" actually
cured them, and will be happy that now they can remain friends. It's... complicated.
Backstory: Psi was born in the Great Furnace to a happy group of Coatls and Wildclaws. Uninterested in the workings of a blacksmith, she trained with many of her like-minded brethren to become a great warrior. Her life was happy for a while, and though she accumulated a great many of scars from her countless battles and squabbles, there was never anything she couldn't overcome without her comrades.
When the Shade struck, they fought valiantly. Mindless charge after mindless charge into the midst of battle, thoughts filled will nothing else but the need to win and fight and protect. A soldier for so long, Psi had found comfort in the monotony of victory. Surely with their skills, their numbers, their leader, they could overcome this foe? Psi was one of the lucky ones, able to realize their defeat before it was too late. She scrambled out of the battle while others were either turned or perished before the Shade could fully take control. Unsure of where to head next, Psi travelled to the lands of Arcane, sure that such uncontrollable and untamed magic could protect her from the abyss.
She met a powerful mage, and begged him to do something, anything, to protect her from the Shade. They made a deal-- he would "improve" her as long as she served as his guard. Psi agreed, and soon found herself more... befitting of the Arcanist's vision than she had previously suspected. They remained in that arrangement for a long while. Psi, the fearless guard, unfettered by worries of being corrupted by the Shade due to the mage's magics. And the mysterious mage who had changed her so wonderfully. Admitted, it was a nice arrangement.
How foolish of them to think that magic could stop the Shade forever.
The transformation was long and torturous. The magic had certainly slowed its crawl, yes, but it could never stop it. In fact, such a long descent into insanity led Psi to mistakenly believe that she wasn't even changing at all. To her, it was the
mage that was cause for suspicion. Each day, his scent grew more and more alien to her nose. His form twisted into horrid shapes the longer she stared. He blurred, glowed, and sneered at her with jaws of sharp teeth. And Psi crafted a plan in secret.
She ambushed him one day, claws to his throat, snarling that if he didn't admit his possession to her, she'd kill him. The mage could only watch in horror as the Shade warped the dragon in front of him to nearly unrecognizable lengths, tainting the protection he had cast upon her in vain. Psi didn't wait long for an answer, cleaving his neck in two and crushing his head beneath her claws.
She cried for a week, and vowed to never let a dragon reach such a state again.
All Shade-Touched, she swore, would die by her claws. If only she knew what exactly she was fighting.
Other: Uhhhhh pansexual. Also still has some of her Fire magic, given that she's a newly-Shade-Touched.