"The Unfinished Word"
Name: Arcana

Age: Young as dragons reckon it; old as libraries do

Race: Silver Dragonkin

Class: Bard (Loremaster)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupation: Wandering Loremaster, collector of lost songs

Orientation: Sapphic ? romance is a long story, and she reads slowly
Seeks:

Lore hooks of every kind ? ruins, riddles, rumors, half-remembered songs
Long-arc RP: friendships, rivalries, slow-burn romance
Tavern scenes, library scenes, rooftop-at-midnight scenes
Anyone with a story worth a song (she pays in music, and generously)

Enjoys:

Being handed a mystery no one else could name
Wordplay, and the rare joy of losing at it
Firelight, old paper, new friends
Earned trust ? affection that took chapters to reach

Avoids:

Book-burners, oath-breakers, bullies of the small
Knowledge hoarded as a weapon
Being rushed ? by plot or by people

Limits: Adult scenes fade to black. No gore, no perma-harm. Story first, always.
Tell Friendly! ? especially with lore. She will buy your story a drink.

They say the multiverse was spoken into being, and that Words of Creation still echo where the world's walls wear thin. Arcana hatched hearing them ? faintly, like a song through a wall. Silver blood remembers the old tongue. So she wanders, gathering fragments, mending broken verses, singing Songs of Restoration recovered from drafts of reality that were never printed. Ask what she's searching for and she'll only smile.