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Youtube Link (Theme):
watch?v=BQnkTkVBfAk

F-List:
https://www.f-list.net/c/Chartana
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Name Pronunciation:
Cortana (cohr - tah - nah )

Preference: Monogamous

Race:
- Drow (Formerly)
- Lunar Dragon (Current)

Height:
- 5'2" (Humanoid)
- 16+ ft (Dragon)

Weight:
- 110 lbs (Humanoid);
- 110,000+ lbs (Dragon)

Appearance:
She is a woman of refined, quiet beauty, the kind that does not demand attention but rewards it. Symmetrical from head to toe; her figure is svelte, with a natural symmetry that suggests health, discipline, and poise rather than physical dominance. She carries herself upright, her posture composed, as though accustomed to both ceremony and stillness.

Her face is soft but clearly defined, with a heart shape, a smooth brow, a soft yet sculpted jawline, and gentle lines that make her expressive without exaggeration. Though not without elvish deformity, she has bilateral Stahl's ear.

Her eyes are large and expressive, almond-shaped and deep-set, conveying thoughtfulness even at rest. When she looks at someone, it often feels as though she is listening more than observing. There's a sense of intelligence behind them, paired with emotional awareness.

Her complexion is fair and smooth, with an even tone that gives her a calm, luminous look, especially in softer light. She has albinism. (Szarkai)

Her hair is thick and glossy, often framing her face in a way that draws focus to her eyes and away from her ears. Whether worn loose or pulled back, it gives her a polished, understated elegance rather than anything bold or flashy.

Dimples appear on either cheek when she smiles with her pearly whites. Perpetually, the stench of morning dew and fresh linen cling to her. Nothing about her appearance feels harsh or extreme; instead, everything seems balanced, as though her features naturally belong together. Her appearance is the kind of beauty that becomes clearer the longer one may look at her.

Story:
Through the means of attempted assassination on the lives of A Lolthite cleric once laid dying on the field of war in the drab Upperdark, her colorless flesh demonstrating injuries of battle. The Priestess exhausted the little strength she had left to deliver her life to a daughter, whose complexion was as white newly fallen snow. While the infant's eyes opened, she glimpsed a dark world during which Eilistraee's devotees swift justice had prior sealed the fate of her father doom.

The child was evacuated from the violent setting before being transported to the Eilistraee congregation. Her delicate facial features and ghostly pallor stood in stark contrast to her kin's dusky skin as she matured under consideration to accompany the faithful there. Under the supervision of the temple's elders, she acquired the competencies of the sword and Eilistraee's credo.

Over time, the Szarkai developed into a woman with seamless knowledge and abilities. On the occasion of her inauguration, she stood upon the hill where Eilistraee had once danced, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight as it filtered through the Moonwood canopies. She served as a living embodiment of the dance that had once enthralled the Dark Maiden, incarnating her goddess with every step and blade twirl. She danced from dusk to dawn until she caught a glimpse of sunrise, at the same moment she received the blessing of the goddess Eilistraee.

As the ceremony drew to a close, the Szarkai knelt before sunrise, her pink eyes shone with the light of her newfound purpose and blessings. She had found her place in the world, a defender of the weak and a champion of the goddess who had claimed her as her own; a sword-dancer who earned the right to walk among the surface.

Recently, she has undergone a vital transformation; transferring her soul from her former body to a clone of herself, true polymorphed permanently as a moon dragon through a ritual.