The eleventh daughter of Pyrria and an alt of Warriors_On_A_Whim!!!
A spitfire of a dragonborn, Lealia is one of the daughters of Pyrria, proud to be the child of such a powerful being. That being said, she is all too aware of the fact that all of her siblings are also children of Pyrria. Whilst she loves them, she finds it hard to measure up at time.

Determined to make something of herself, she trained herself, growing strong in both the way of physical and magical combat. When she felt ready, she set out on a journey, determined to contribute to her mother's hoard as a way of showing her worth, literally in the weight of gold. Wandering as a mercenary for hire, a bounty hunter, and even a waitress from time to time, she sends all of her spoils back home, returning every so often for family time.

Since beginning her journey, she has developed a bad habit of using her own blood for power and, because of this, she has developed a large scar on the lower portion of her right arm. It doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest though.

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The eleventh daughter of Pyrria, Lealia is an interesting sort. Unlike many of her siblings, she possesses no dragon form and cannot fly. Despite this, there is no question that she inherited Pyrria's magnificent strength, beauty, and her devastating flame. As a child, she would watch as her mother trained heroes, imitating them at times, even practicing some moves with her siblings. From a young age, she enjoyed the martial lifestyle, training her body, keeping herself in top form. Energetic to a fault, she was quite the handful for her mother, but, if Pyrria ever needed to get a handle on her, she could just wrap the little dragonling up in her tail until the rambunctious child fell asleep.

As she grew older, Lealia couldn't help but notice more and more differences between herself and her siblings. Although she loved them with all her heart, she felt small next to them, as if she didn't really belong. Never telling anyone, there were some nights where she simply cried softly into her tail, not entirely sure how to process these feelings. It was at this point that her interest in the adventurers her mother trained increased tenfold. She took note of how they paid her mother respect by offering her gold and riches of similar ilk. At that moment, she understood what she had to do. Sneaking off in the middle of the night, she started her life as a sellsword.

Years passed and Lealia's skills grew and grew. She became more successful, making a name for herself although she amassed no fortune. Instead, she sent all the reward she earned back to her mother. After a while, she realized that her blood, the blood of the mighty dragon Pyrria, contained an incredible power. Starting down a somewhat self-destructive path, she learned the way of the Blood Hunter, imbuing her weapons with a piercing blaze. She soon developed a large scar as a result of this habit, but she seems rather proud of it. Proof of her worth, she calls it.

Every now and then, she'll return home and cuddle in her mother's tail, still her favorite place to sleep, before setting off back into the big wide world. She has seen many sights and many corners of the Earth, even stumbling into the fey wild from time to time, becoming wary of the denizen's within yet treating them with the respect they deserve. Every so often, she'll encounter one of her siblings and challenge them to a playful brawl. Each loss is taken in stride, merely spurring her on to do better the next time. Since becoming an adventurer, she no longer cries so much, finally having something she feels proud of: a life full of wonder and excitement.