Mutt, including points breakdown and health: Description and the Description and the like to follow.
Still growing, Mutt is still very much in the gangly phase of adolescence, all arms and legs. When she first game to the guild her hair was a dark grey that suggested it was black. Over the years, as she’s practiced her own branch of Dragonslaying magic, this has lightened to a pure white. In combination with the Chartreuse of her slit-pupiled eyes, she certainly draws the eye.
Currently transitioning from cute, people can see the beginnings of the true beauty that she’ll grow into. One things for certain. She’s sure to be turning heads.
She can barely remember the time before she was taken in by the White Dragon. She gets brief flashes and snippets here and there. A lady singing, the sounds of horses. Nothing to be able to piece together where she came from. Even finding her adoptive father is a blur now. She remembers the sway of a carriage…. Or at least she thinks she does. It’s all a bit of a mess.
Whatever was happening, she and the people she was with came under attack from something. Bandits? Animals? Something else? She couldn’t say for certain. She managed to get away, somehow and ended up wandering through heavily forested land. Like many things, how long she spent wandering is a blur, but eventually, injured, and almost delirious with hunger she somehow stumbled across him.
Later on the Dragon would tell her that her reaction was part of what interested him. There was fear, of course there was, but she stood her ground. Foolish, he would tell her, but worthy of at least a modicum of respect. The fact that she was went so far as to punch him in the snout when he got too close was a source of much entertainment to him.
The years after he took her in were good and formed the bulk of her memories of early childhood. By no means easy, she was still content with her life. He taught her as much as she could learn about his magic, eventually bestowing her with her name.
Everything has to change at some point, though. After several years of living together in the middle of nowhere, she woke up one morning to find that the Dragon, her father in all but blood had vanished during the night. At first, she wasn’t too worried. He was a Dragon and had previously disappeared, sometimes for days at a time, usually when he was feeling particularly hungry. But he had always returned. However, as they days turned to first one week, then several, she started to get really worried.
After nearly a month of his being absent, she started to get restless and after two, she resolved to go and find him, so she set out from the cave network that they had been calling home, hidden in the forest.So she left, picking a random direction and just started wandering. Village and city and town she passed through, still looking. In the wilderness, she would catch her own food while in the city, she generally got by with small time theft.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before someone either took offence to her asking questions, or she slipped up when she was stealing something. Which actually happened, she’s unsure, but whichever it was, it must have royally pissed off whoever it was, because that evening she was set upon.
It was the first time she had needed to use her magic properly against other human beings. Usually, the threat of having to fight a Dragonslayer, no matter how young they appeared, was enough to dissuade the run of the mill thugs from causing problems. In this instance, it worked against her, as if anything, the group overcompensated for her status.
Even still, she’s not one to be underestimated. She managed to eventually fight them off even if she felt sick. This was the first time she had used her Magic specifically to hurt and kill. She had known, academically, that that was ultimately what it was supposed to be used for, but there was a difference between knowing it and living it.
Regardless, she managed to limp away from the fight, her own regeneration working overtime to heal her wounds. It was at this point that she was intercepted. By their very nature, her abilities draw the eye. This was to be her first meeting with Blaze Heart.
She must have looked a sorry sight, beaten halfway to death, even with her wounds closing at an, if not astonishing, at least noticeable pace. Luci was the one to ultimately find her, not that it was particularly hard. She had left a fairly distinctive trail before her wounds had finished closing.
On her arrival, Mutt had only slumped in defeat before turning around fully and settling in for another fight, even if she could barely stay standing upright. Looking back on it, she is both thankful and amused. Thankful that she didn’t have to fight in the end, and amused that history was repeating itself.
Once convinced that she wasn’t in any danger, Mutt allowed herself to collapse against the wall and she and Luci got to talking. It wasn’t the longest of conversations, Mutt not being particularly trusting, but it eventually came out that she was looking for her father. Luci offered her a place in the Guild. IT would be, she reasoned, much easier for her to search with others than on her own, as well as giving her a safe place to improve and hone her own abilities.
Mutt eventually agreed and once they returned, she was inducted to the guild, despite her young age. Since joining, she has done her best to hone her abilities. Nowadays, she’s more often dispatched as part of pursuit teams, search and rescue operations, and the like. Her senses, honed to a razors edge thanks to her heritage, even without her Magic, her sight, smell and hearing are astounding, allowing her to track targets through wilderness or city with equal speed.
She continues to search for her father as much as her duties to the guild allow her to, and tries to take as many jobs as possible in as many directions as possible to widen her net. She’s beginning to get down over it though. It’s been years, and there’s been no sight of scale nor hair of him. But she can’t give up now. Not after so long.
As a Dragonslayer, Mutt channels the power of the White Dragon. As such, her magic involves using light as both weapon and defense. Those unused to fighting with her find it incredibly awkward to do so, with each of her spells leaving searing afterimages if not outright blinding people. Unfortunately, it’s just as likely to blind her own allies, so she prefers to either fight alone, or with people who have trained with her enough to be able to maneuver through the confusion.
Many kudos to Noir for her work on the Image.