Cobra (RD)

== DESCRIPTION ==
“I’m not THAT bad looking, am I?”
Cobra’s most dangerous weapon is the fact that she is just a normal looking dragon. No scars, no special weapon, she blends in with the crowds and disappears. She stands at standard Sandwing height, but is very lithe and slim. But not to the point where she stands out, no that would ruin her disappearance act. She’s the same color of the desert sun, with very pale tumbleweed colored wing membranes. Her black back ruff is probably the most unique thing about her. She has eyes the color of a Seawing’s traditional mainscales. As she strolls along blending in with the crowds, she adopts a variety of forms while walking. From walking high and mighty, to be small and submissive. However, she’s just a regular dragon as such walks as one when on her own. However, once she’s alone with her closest friends, her real beauty shows. Normally, she walks in an assertive stance, the kind that just begs for male dragons to pursue her. Her eyes light up like 2 sparkling sapphires, usually suppressed by a need for normality.
== PERSONALITY ==
“I like me, and if you don’t, I frankly don’t give a care in the world.”
Cobra’s personality is confusing, as she will only show her true self when she’s around close Dragons she can trust with her life. Internally, she’s a kind selfless individual who has a strong sense of justice. She’s very confident in herself, and proud of her abilities and heritage. However, the strong sense of justice is the one thing she incorporates into all her pretend personalities. She switches personalities as quickly as the wind switches directions. She must always keep her life safe, and to do that, she must hide her life. 
== BACKSTORY ==
“Y’know what? Imma take this over. You’ll just screw it up.”
I remember hatching out of my egg to find no happy smiles. No happy mommy and daddy looking at their beloved child. All I would get on this day was fear, and anger. I hatched to find my parents screaming at each other, not even noticing that I had hatched and was about to cry out of fear of the loud noises now piercing my sensitive ears. It would be many years before I understood my family dynamic. My mother was a waitress at a local tavern. She fell in love against her will with my father, who was a struggling alcoholic that actually wanted to get better. He had a gentle demeanor, but my mother always found a way to get him angry and drinking. All she wanted from him was the money he made from his job as a low class member of Thorn’s Outclaws, which keep in mind I was born before she became queen of the Sandwings. It would be a while until I learned that I had three siblings, a younger brother and sister and an older brother, because they were usually away, as my parents found them better families to be with. As I grew up, I found to love my father. He was usually a kind, gentle dragon who I loved to hang out with and learn the ways of the Outclaws. My mother, on the other hand, I hated with every fiber of my being. She could make my father a monster, and eventually the word “Mother” I started associating with “Witch”. As I grew into a teenager, and Thorn became Queen, I signed up and was accepted into the Outclaws. My father, though everyone knew him, was becoming more paranoid. He started spending less time with me, and more in the bar. I didn’t notice though, because I was constantly on assignment. When most of the Outclaws became Thorn’s elite guards, The Scorpion Den was more hostile. More and more dragons tried to fill the vacuum, only to be suppressed by those of us who remained. My mother started to get more....interested in other male dragons shall I say, and she started staying away from home longer and longer. This slightly unbalanced lifestyle progressed slowly until I was a young adult. Father stayed in his room most of the time, the slight smell of alcohol always reeking in his part of the house. Mother rarely stayed around us for more than an hour before going with her male escorts to who knows where. She wasn’t afraid of taunting Father with the fact that she was cheating on him in front of his very eyes. By this time, I had progressed into what my father referred to as “A Beautiful Cactus Flower in the middle of the desert.” And it showed. I became the object of many of my co-workers obsessions. There were days when I’d walk into my house to find one of my comrades waiting for me so they may try and woo me. Than one night, It happened. My father had wandered out to find my mother.....I can’t even say it, it disgusts me.. doing THAT with his best friend. He snapped, ruining the house in a drunken rage. I tried stopping him, knowing if he continued to rage against the Witch, he’d get locked up, but he didn’t recognize friend from foe. Even drunk, he was miles ahead of my skills. He hurt me, cut his Desert Bloom. That was the first time I saw my Father as The Monster. I left than, I couldn’t take it. Living in the same house supporting a Monster and a Witch. I went to live with my Uncle near the border of the Rain Kingdom.
Category:Characters
Category:Females
Category:Occupation (Assassin)
Category:Work in Progress
Category:Content (Red destruction)
Category:SandWings