Coreid

credit to imperiaan

> "what I wouldn't trade for a childhood.."
> - Queen Coreid
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### Personality

Coreid isn’t a conventional queen. Outwardly, she appears confident and elegant, her posture perfect with good public speaking skills. That’s where her speaking skills end, however. She’s good at commanding the attention and speaking to a crowd. A one on one or group conversation isn’t her cup of tea; she actively avoids it. In social gatherings, she much rather simply observe others. Collecting information and using said information is her strong suit. From her observations, she can pick out details to use against someone else or for her benefit. Her memory is impeccable, close to photographic memory.

The queen might be more socially active if she didn’t overwork herself so much. She’s constantly tired and sleep deprived due to this fact, sometimes impatient with others and snappy. She becomes even more sarcastic than she normally is. Coreid’s often very stoic and independent due to how she was raised and several traumatic events in her life. She trusts very slowly, never letting anyone into her inner circle until they’ve proved themselves as not out to get her. She doesn’t show her emotions, often, she physically cannot. She doesn’t understand her own emotions. All problems, she thinks, can be solved with logic and words. Emotions were just a hindrance and a flaw in the brain of a dragon.

### Appearance

Coreid has a tall, muscular build, she can definitely kick your ass if she wanted to. Her scales are a dusty orange color, she has speckles and freckles along with her tiger-like stripes. She has long, sharp and pristine claws and horns; her scales are spotless as well. The queen is often seen wearing minimal jewelry and a furred coat. She is often seen with rose (or rose gold) jewelry with pink stones imbedded in them. She always wears a small bee charm earing that her mother gave her, along with an earing conected to a silk veill that falls over her snout.

### Plot

#### Childhood

Coreid was one of the youngest out of all of her siblings. She was the last expected to become queen. Despite this, from a young age she showed great promise as she excelled in her classes and in public speaking. She was expected to become a council member, so her talents “didn’t go to waste”. Due to her young age and general unimportance, she was an easy target. She was kidnapped. The offender was an odd dragon. She remembers very little, all she remembers were dolls... a lot of them. Enchanted voodoo dolls, connected to the scales, heart and mind of the victim. Coreid was one of them. She remembers the cave. The shiver she felt up her spine every time he entered the cave. The freezing temperature of the cavern, the white noise of wind, water droplets and bats screeching. It’s all a blur to her currently, as if her mind had repressed that memory and shoved it to the deepest depths of her mind. Every time she speaks of it, she shrugs it off, sometimes joking or laughing about it as if it was a normal occurrence. But every time she feels a shiver down her spine or feels cold seep into her scales, she has a jolt of fear, dread and unstoppable panic.

#### Inheriting the crown

The death of her mother, aunt, father and her sister happened so quickly, the queen hasn’t had time to process it to this day. It’s a subject she rarely touches, not even sparing a glance. She knew her sister, Aphid, was... odd to say the least. But to go as far as murdering their mother and aunt? The crown was bloody and broken by the time it was handed to her. Her mother, then her aunt, then her sister had held the crown and died. Her other sisters had given up the crown and it was eventually passed to their last hope, Coreid. She couldn’t refuse it, it was impossible. She had to take it, take the bloodied crown of memories, had to take it when she was barely an adult.The first night with the crown she felt like passing out. She had locked herself in her room, the crown placed at the middle of the room, Coreid herself in the corner, gasping for breath. The room was closing in on her, she felt a disconnect from her senses and her consciousness, she could barely breathe, let alone function.

#### Ruling

When she was in public, she repressed her emotions, holding back her tears, her paranoia, her stress, her fear. It was a recurring situation to the point she eventually felt nothing. She felt a disconnect from herself and her emotions. She couldn’t feel anything, even if she wanted to. Despite being in control of her body, her mind, her voice, she felt like she wasn’t in control. She was in a dormant state of autopilot she couldn’t get out ofHer feelings of inadequacy as a queen quickly snowballed. She’s always felt undeserving of the position, seeing she was the youngest and the most inexperienced. Adding onto this thought, she was unable to produce an heir. She felt like a failure, a nuisance, undeserving. She couldn’t even have an heir, the most simplest part of being queen, how could her tribe trust her to do anything? It was a miracle when Tiger Lily hatched. A heir, she didn’t care if she was half melanistic, she was perfect. She was her little flower, her bumblebee. Coreid should’ve expected for her daughter to be ripped from her. Tiger Lily caught a nasty illness, one she couldn’t shake off, one that took her life.