From: Xuian

[√] I understand, you have my permission. I wish to join the club.

Character's Full Name: Aerith Glacies Draconem Colossus
Species: Water Dragon
Abilities: She has the enchanting power of a siren, but refuses to use it.
Age: 390 ; appears to be 17 in human form
Height: 5'7
Hair: Dark blue with silver streaks
Eye Color(s): Different shades of blue with gold near the irises
Skin Color(s): Silver and white scales on her stomach and dark blue diamonds down her back. She has skin the color of fresh sand and seems to wear a permanent tan.
Personality: Aerith is a very relaxed person and is prone to nodding off if she doesn't feel stimulated enough. She can function on her own just fine, but some people take her silence as rejection and avoid her. Aerith is like a child: trusting and fascinated by simple things. Slow to anger and fast to laugh, she makes a balanced knight.
Looks: A scar on the back of her neck shaped like a crescent moon.
Appearance: A tall, willowy girl with a distant look in her eyes. Long hair that hangs in loose curls down her back and unnaturally pointy teeth.
Outfit/Style: Light, airy clothes mostly fashioned after sea shells. She stocks her wardrobe with pastel colors and frills.
Likes: Music and expressing herself through art.
Dislikes: Excessive amount of attention, people telling her how to do things, and heights.
Strengths: Thinks better on her own and knows when it's time to lose a fight.
Weaknesses: Aerith over thinks things and capitulates when the going gets hard. Also has no sense of direction whatsoever.
Fears: Loud noises, darkness, fires, and being alone.
Family: She vaguely remembers her parents and grandparents, but doesn't know what happened to them after the wars.
History: It was a dark time of war and the ocean boiled with the vengeance of the elders. The water dragons were called to war, but only the strongest and the trained were allowed to leave, so Aerith, being too young, was forced to stay.
The sea ran red with the blood of dragons on both sides and a dark presence lingered on the surface of the water... Gradually the wounded returned and nothing was the same.
It was then that the darkness struck and hope was utterly crushed. But not for Aerith. Her grandfather in all his mercy blessed her with 'Sleep of the Eons' and put her in a deep slumber until the time was right...