User:Peku
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Name: Peku
Race: Dragon
Age: Can't remember(appears to be in her 20's)
Though appears mortal, Peku is indeed a dragon. Just a mortal bound one. Basically a dragon with no true dragon form. She stands about 5'8" and built like an amazon with dark tanned skin. Her long dark hair is usually in a braid with a flower or herbs woven in and atop her head rests tiny bud like horns. Her bright reddish eye resemble roses after a gentle rain fall. The left side of her face adorn strange yet simple markings, the only link of her past self. The strangest feature though are the small churab like wings upon her back that look as though they belong to a dove. The scent of flowers always seems to surround her.
Peku is an odd creature in every sense. One never knows what she's up to. She appears energetic, high spirited and annoyingly childish yet she is also understand, patient and rarely angered. Her free spirit will either annoy you or amuse you. She loves to tease and drive her company crazy only to wonder what she'll do next. Her three loves anr flowers, sweets, and cute things.
Her child like ways sometimes overshadows her mature understanding of the world. She knows no prejudice between species or races. In fact Peku has realized that she doesn't get along very well with her own kind. This happy and fun loving creature gets lonely easily and saddened. She is often seen outside the tavern in the snow with a far away look, lost in thought. Her faithful companion, Mekaru her griffin, is always by her side. Saying nothing yet comforting her as the snow flakes fall all around them.
Bio: The scent of flowers. That was her first memory as she awoke amongst the flowers. The tall grass tickled her bare skin as she lied there motionless. Where was she? She wondered, in fact who was she? As these thought drifted through her head a golden leaf falls gently into her out stretched hand. The sound of wind brushing through the branches over head as the lone figure stirred to gaze up into the golden leaves. The tree was massive and magnificent. It was the mighty Xalious tree. The falling leaves drifted down like star dust like pixies at play. A rain drop plicked onto her head for it began to rain. It was now that she realized she was bare, cut up and dirty. She made no attempt to shield herself.
The poor girl thought long and hard only to be rewarded with nothing. The falling rain onto the swaying flowers. They almost look like they're waltzing to a dirge for her. A word slips from her lips 'Peku'. She had no idea what the word ment or what language it was, the word was just there. "Peku" she whispered over and over again. Her vision became blurred as warmth slipped down her cheeks. Tears.
They were tears. Her tears. She made no attempt to wipe them and began to laugh. She wept and laugh alone in the rain never understanding why.
I wonder if this is what its like to be the only one to attend your own funeral.
Peku has wandered these lands and has met many different people along the way. Friends come and go and sadly leave her behind. She has no desire to leave Hollow for there's no where for her to go. If you stopped to look it would appear as if she were waiting for someone. An old friend? And if you should ask her about it she'll just smile and say ......well that is another story.