Ifalda
"Mmm... I see you require something of me. Go ahead, spit it out."
A steely gaze with a wry smirk is brought to the direction of the player. Before the player sits a nigh-massive Dragoness, some 12' tall, with an unsure measurement of inches. Though, even perhaps that might be a mistake, as some distance has to be covered between the player and the entity before them, meaning she could ever so likely be taller, or even perhaps shorter. Regardless, upon her back sets a pair of thick, black, leathery wings with blue highlights near the ends. The same goes for the scaly, spear-pointed tail lashing from her rear. Her arms and feet are covered in the same scales, black with light tinges of blue, with dragon-clawed feet, though with more humanoid fingers, even though the fingers themselves do not hold the same type of claws as her feet adorn, the fingers coming to a sharp, blue-highlighted point on each finger, leaving no imagination that she could tear apart even soldiers clad in steel. A large pair of horns sit atop her head, with a pair of pointed ears just beneath. Her horns are made of some kind of material that is many, many times harder than even diamond, and she can most certainly use them if she needs to. This woman, however, rests a single fist against her cheek in a mildly bored, haughty manner as her elbow props it up against one side of her throne.
A woman of class, no doubt.
However, even with this, the player can sense a commanding aura, though beneath there is a sense of benevolence, a love for her people whom she has sworn to protect. She smiles a wide smile now, showing off rows of sharpened teeth, with a burning gaze in her eyes that can immediately tell you that her patience runs thin.
You'd best speak up, and soon.
Ifalda is a poison dragoness standing at a rather amazing 12'4", her skin tone reflecting the harsh, cold climate of the eastern mountains, a place rich in the trade of valuable ores and gems, as well as specialized tools, weaponry, and armors created by the smiths under her rule. The Dragoness is the Duchess of a very influential Queendom, flourishing off of the labor and craftmanship of the people living within the harsh climate. Her scales, however, are harder than almost anything the Queendom can produce, making her position held both by influence, and her long-living, almost indestructible nature. Should the royal family of her Queendom die out, it would be her bloodline that would take over as the royal family. Ifalda is a mother/father (considering her extra equipment) of three small female Dragongals, even though they look almost entirely grown to adulthood, they're still children in the eyes of her kind, each of them already taken over a portion of land for ruling. Her Duchy sits in some of the tallest mountains around the Queendom, on top of the most valuable reserves of metal in the entire country. This nets her an extreme amount of influence with the royal family, making her possibly even richer than the royal family themselves. She, however, likes to keep her position where she is, seeing at it's slightly less work, and she still reaps the full rewards of being a noble.
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Stats
Name: Ifalda Veltrone
Age: She's lost count, but she's somewhere in the near-1000's.
Height: 12'4, though this seems to change a lot.
Race: Poison Dragon
Sex: Female Hermaphrodite