Edapona

Description

Height: 4' 9" (bipedal)

Fur: powder blue

Special: "Shiney"

Eyes: ice blue with indigo flecks

Wings: white

Mother: Feralai - a councilor for staff and subjects of the Neurotech Science Facility.

Father: Physher - a scientist hard at work at Neurotech Science Facility.

Tribe: Nyymthupa Tribe

Edapona keeps it almost obsessively groomed and gets a little testy when it gets mussed unnessicarily. When it comes to her wings she's no less picky. No painting has been done on her wings since she prefers the bright white shade they naturally are. It even took her a while to actually learn how to fly when she was younger since she was convinced they would get dirty. Since then she's become far less obsessive compulsive about her appearance, though it has not yet completely been kicked.

She has picked up several less than kind nicknames from her fur color with its shiney appearance coupled with her less than social behiavior at a young age. The behavior was mainly due to an early manifestation in her natural and quite strong empathic abilities. After finally gaining some measure of control she tended to stay away from large groups and only spent time with a select few friends at home. Eda usually stays away from wearing most clothes except for a wide assortment of scarves of various colors. Occasionally she would wear a shirt or a shrug sweater but that is the extent. Most usually find it best keep away from her when she's wearing the black one.

[UPDATE]

During the middle stages of the dragonhunt around the Janardan Academy, Eda found herself out and about. She had been with a few friends shopping at various establishments within the extended perimeter. Having gotten separated from her friends she started on her way back to her dorm. It had still been light enough that she didn't worry about being alone and besides, she had her phone so she was safe enough.

Unfortunately for her she found that her lack of concern was sorely misplaced. Eda until recently had been quite shy and tended only to go back and forth from class to her room with occasional jaunts to the gardens or other facilities on the Academy grounds. With the new found control of her empathic abilities she began to break out of her shell. No longer restricted by the overwhelming nature of her abilities, Eda was making a few friends and was getting out to the normal establishments for dragon's her age. Along with how new she was to to social scene, she didn't quite have a grasp on the surrounding area and found herself lost.

Her pace slowed and her senses went on alert. Though this was too late. Unbeknownst to her, she had been chosen. In passing an alley way she hear something odd. Looking back she couldn't say what overrode her common sense and made her investigate, but investigate she did. That was when things went... fuzzy... then black.

Suddenly she was aware of being fixed to a table. She had opened her eyes slowly. The light was blinding! "hello?" There was someone there. Whatever was used to incapacitate her was wreaking havoc with her abilities. "H-ha ha... very funny guys... you can let me go now." she joked uncertainly, but hopeful. A shadow came into the light. She couldn't make out features. What she could tell was there was a disturbing swirl of emotions. Her heart raced and she screamed over and over again for help. Despite her screams and her attempts to struggle she didn't budge more than her mouth, eyes and ears. Soon her pleading for help was replaced by pain and tears as she felt the searing pain of blade cutting flesh. The emotions changed adding some exhilaration. It seemed to last forever and she endured a number of other cuts.

Then she heard the most wonderful sound she had ever known. "Hello? Is someone down there? Is everything ok?" then swearing in Ramathian and the figure was gone. She screamed again for help. "Hey, there's someone down there get some help!" The blur of pain and panic was replaced with the rush of relief, dizzying blood loss and the swirl of lights and medics. The rescuer had been one of the volunteers that was searching for the killer that eluded the authorities.

Now, still quite on edge she manages to find the strength to go out in public again. Despite her wounds being healed, she is still very self-conscious about the scars and has adopted the wearing of sweaters. The extend of her scaring lies around her right forearm, as if it was going to be de-gloved, two scars that met in a v-shape just below her collarbone that curled back to her shoulders and along the sides of her neck. Now that her fur has grown back in those areas only a slight shift in the lay of her shiney coat can be noticed if focused on.

She still attends counseling for the mental trauma. The police have filed her report under a possible associated incident but she had overheard whispers of a "copy-cat" and "that's all we need now." Each day is a struggle for Eda to reestablish a normal life. She has once again cut herself off from most social interactions. The one thing she forces herself to do is go out to sate her java cravings and can be seen frequenting nearby stands. She doesn't leave the Academy grounds unless she absolutely has to.