Dragon Residing at the Ranch Name: Desert Thorn |
Skills or Profession: Is a great doctor, able to glean information about how an injury occurred or where a sickness was acquired in order to best treat it. She does deal much better with sickness and diseases and smaller injuries such that can be healed with ointments or poultices applied, eaten, or inhaled. But she is also very well trained at helping with stitching wingsails or skin together, setting or re-setting broken bones, and calming hysterical or petrified patients. Her focus had been obviously on dragons from her own world, but she's learning a lot from the locals about humans, Vorts, and the other breeds of dragons nearby, in order to best help them - what might work on a dragon may kill a human afterall. She has an eye for discerning invidiuals from groups: not just for dragons, but Humans and even the difficult-to-tell-apart Vorts, and can pick a plant out of a bouquet with ease. |
Personality: Always has their listening ears on as they tend to their plants or patients, she is calm and a gentle soul, but like most doctors she can also exert herself to impress an important detail or make sure that a patient knows what to do or not to do again. Firm, but loving. She would not allow anyone to destroy her garden - or that of anyone else - and knows the importance of personal boundaries. So she asks before attempting any efforts, except when a patient is clearly unconscious or unable to reply due to pain or condition. Of note, she is put off by Paxton and his overt command structure: yes, it's clear those dragons under his control are individuals and have their own personalities but... then they act literally on his whim? He has a cadre of his own cloned soldiers, and that's not enough for him? She respects his authority, but she doesn't have to like how he goes about enforcing it. |
Events or History: Things would never get settled very well on her homeworld, but when things seemed to be at least marginally under control nearby, a strange portal opened around the bend of a stream. She could hear things through it, odd howling, but also the calls of dragons? Words both familiar and extremely exotic came to her ears, and she gathered her wits and her gear, and took a glance into the glowing ring. What she saw was so completely different than she expected. It wasn't entirely out of place, a little less plant life than the surrounding on her side, but it was a scrub desert and it was night-time just like here... only that moon... weird, just the one in the sky? It seemed that there were dragons flying overhead, as the carpet of stars was occasionally blocked out by large wing shapes. And though some amount of fear filled her, she conquered that and stepped through. Little Scavengers, and some... that were not like them at all were sitting around a bonfire, with smaller animals bounding here and there making those odd noises. Yip-yip-prrt- and then some kind of sound that threatened to burst her scales right off! When the brightly colored animals were called away those Scavengers noted her arrival, and their weird large-eyed not-human friends hummed with a deep and pleasant song. They helped her translate: this was a world known as Earth, these people were refugees and ranchers, off in the distance was a place known as Black Mesa where many more dragons resided... And they were fighting an enemy that had all but destroyed their entire world already. It seemed that the odds had been against them for many years here. It seemed like an appropriate place to come and help. She resides after RY5 near the 'Collection' portal between the Rookery and Ranch - a spot made so that strays like herself wouldn't wind up randomly in Combine hands. This is as good a spot as any for a dragon healer to set up shop! |