Dandelion Mus Musculus

Few things in nature are as resilient as a dandelion flower where this member of the Graveyard Brazen appropriately took her name. Dandelion Mus Musculus, known as Dande, is the Bubbly-Wubbly, Anti-Capitalist, Punk-Rock, City Druid Satyr of her party. Thrown from an orphanage and forced to grow up on the streets of Newvion as an urchin, Dande found the nature growing between the cracks of the city. Thanks to lessons of "lesser" and "vermin" creatures, she honed herself to become a rare Circle of the City Druid. While not traditional, she boasts it takes a true Druid to draw= power from the unnoticed and forgotten. Not only did this power ensure her survival but it allowed her to help other urchins as well. In her life, Dande has never known a true moment of loneliness thanks to her Real-Fake Dragon "imaginary" friend Drak bound to her soul. Outside of survival, the bound dragon is her other motivation to grow her magic, in the hopes of returning him to his true form. After originally joining the Graveyard Brazen to save a city under the siege of sand she has grown to view them as her found family and will risk everything but Drak to take care of them.

## Appearance

Dande is a short, curvy Satyr. She stands at a mere 4ft 10" and that is already with the horns. The upper half of her body is soft and pudgy with a round, freckle kissed face and shining green eyes. She keeps her upper lip painted dark and the edges of her mouth curl up ever so slightly to give her the slightest of smiles even when attempting a neutral face. Her hair is a dusty pink woven into twin braids that drape down past her waist, usually topped with a flower crown of some kind. From between her bangs are a pair of small, black rounded horns.

Beginning at the waist her body shifts to that of half a goat. The fur is a darker pink than her hair, pleasantly soft and splashed with spots of white. On her left thigh there is a prominent heart shaped mark. Her hooves match the black of her horns; however, she goes through phases where she paints them.

She's usually found wearing clothes that wear her midriff (such as her beloved Dark Red Daggers t-shirt) and short loin cloths. She also wears a Cloak of the Bat gifted to her by the King of the Sky, Altavia.

## Early Life

Abandoned in the forest, the infant Dande was a brought to an Orphanage by an oddly frightened hunter. She was known as simply as the Satyr Child for the first few years as the Matron feared naming a fey. She seemed a normal baby, actually, an oddly good baby. Her cries would seemingly be self soothed, she would pause before dangers without being told, and she even started to talk quite early. The Satyr Child thankfully needed little from her physical care givers, content to babble in the garden.

The reason for all of this and more is that there is no memory of childhood for Dande where the gruff voice of a dragon wasn't in her head.

As she aged, the orphanage workers began to feel a sense of unease with her. Upon being able to actually speak it wasn't uncommon to find her chatting to herself, pausing in the appropriate places, before continuing on with the one sided conversation. Finally, her curious hall mother asked who she was talking with, to which Dande confidently responded "My Dragon, Drak!" Deciding it was simply the case of an odd choice of imaginary friend, they allowed her to continue the charade.

Unfortunately, over time, this began to be noticed at adoption parties. Potential parents would come in to meet the children and choose one or two to fit into their families. A satyr could be a hard sell for most families, but they would initially be drawn in by her cheerful smile and bright pink colors...Only to change their minds when she excitedly told them stories of Drak's former life. At age seven Dande was stopped from attending any more adoption parties, left to sit in the garden making her dandelion crowns and chatting with Drak.