Appearance:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/550f2226-105f-4efa-9dd6-e2d3966befbd_zps0fcacec9.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/bb28fa94-d632-450e-8114-bd14b2a49704_zps07017d73.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Aurora Tyrainoa<br/><br/>Alternative Names: Centre (unknown to self or others)<br/><br/>Age: appears between 18 and 21<br/>actual age ???<br/><br/>Race: Dragon Of Time<br/><br/>Personality:<br/>*mysterious<br/>*calm<br/>*distant<br/>*sometimes icy<br/>*confused (when asked about her past)<br/>*forgetful<br/>*sweet<br/>*caring<br/>*quiet (at times)<br/>*sagely<br/>*intuitive<br/><br/>Extra Informationâ€<br/><br/>*is keeper of the scrolls of time<br/>*has memory loss caused by repressed memories and truama<br/>*was able to escape due to the help of the dragons whose kind she came amongst<br/>*is the embodiement of Centre<br/>*is powerful in magic but strongest is ice and lightning.<br/>*has periods where she blacks out and tells important information as Centre then blacks out. Remembers nothing directly before or during these blackouts.<br/><br/>weapon:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/swords%20and%20other%20weapons/843123fe-e429-4ade-915a-be4268d5944b_zpsee9ffd4a.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Aurora was unsure what she was doing here. She could not remember how she had ended up in this area. At times memories flashed through her mind. At times she heard a thousand screams and a thousand more. Growls and roars. Fire and ice flew in raging waves. Then...there was darkness. It was all jumbled up whenever she had those dreams. She remembered that her dragon kin had helped her escape. That she needed to tell someone of the annihilation of the entire dragon kind on the land on the far outskirts of Ferra. She just...couldn't remember who. She knew that her path and theirs would cross. Yet...she couldn't remember if that was important. She didn't want to remember. She hated the dreams when they would come. She remembered what she needed to tell. Must she really remember more? It made her icy the day she remembered those flickering scattered images. She prefered when her past was but a blank or clouded slate.<br/><br/>When she looked up from the ground she saw a city or town...or place of gathering. She wasn't really sure. She normally stayed away from those. Still...something pulled her in this direction. An unspoken whisper upon her very soul. The voice in the back of her mind telling her into this place of civilization is where she must travel. She entered the city and walked around. Letting the fates tug her along. She felt stares but she did not care. She was looking around. She felt strange...being in a city of humans. She was a dragon but she only kinda sorta remembered this. She was in this form for so long and repressed so much...nothing made much sense. She stopped outside the tavern. Hunger calling her into there along with some unspoken summons.<br/><br/>The door felt strange to open when for so long there had been none along the paths she walked. It was not long after she entered and walked into the tavern with her special staff placed in its holder upon her back that men began to stare. She wasn't really aware of this. She dressed strangely for most but still...she paid others little attention as it was. She was unsure where to go. A pull calling to her but a hand shot to her forehead. Flashes of heat pulsating her mind. She stumbled a second. The world around her fading out. Her forehead felt on fire. Her body stumbled as if internally injured while on her body you would find none. She felt...dizzy? Perhaps that was the feeling. She couldn't really place it. She stumbled again. The sounds around her blurring and her eyes fighting a spell.<br/><br/>She called them a spell but really it was periods where she blacked out. Where she said things she had no clue about later. Then for whatever reason...it fled. She swayed a bit. The world slowly unclouding. Noises becoming unmuffled. She was still dizzy. Very dizzy. Disoriented. She was not drunk but a drunk would have more coherensy then she did at the moment.