"A kobold ran into that tent, but then an elf with three tails walked out. I think she ate the poor little lizard, because when I went after it, it was gone."


Name: Devaline "Deva" Taylor
Age: ???
Height: 6'3 (Varies)
Build: Lean, muscular (Varies)


 At but a glance one may mistake her for a half-breed dragon of some sort. Though any such ideas are quickly banished with barely a moment's observation, for one quickly realizes that the woman before them looks like no dragon they have ever seen before.

 From head to toe she is covered in tiny, remarkably soft scales of ever-changing gray, each one rippling with random shades of the same gray colour. The light seems to reflect ever so slightly off of the scales, highlighting the shapes of her musculature as she moves about the world.

 Her head is clearly that of a dragon's, albeit far softer and bearing less of an intimating visage than one might have come to expect from the regal beasts of lore. Two off-white horns sweep from the back of her head, curving just barely downwards and ending in blunted tips. Whilst it is not common amongst dragons, she does bear a mane of messy, snowy white hair-like fur along the top of her head, framing the long, slightly floppy ears that adorn the sides of her head.

 Moving downwards, one will find that her form is overall quite feminine in nature. Her chest sports a set of generously-sized breasts, just large enough to fit her form while still not being oversized. Her belly is firm and toned, free of any excess fat that would otherwise make her look pudgy, whilst her hips are wide-set, lending her a subtle hint of an hourglass figure. Naturally her legs are quite draconic in nature, well-muscled with her scales growing somewhat larger and thicker down towards her knees, where her legs swiftly prove to be animalistic in nature. Her feet too bear a decidedly draconic appearance, though as with her horns the claws are blunted at the tips.

 The most noteworthy part of her appearance, however, is her eyes; Slitted things that widen or narrow to accommodate to the lighting. Those eyes seem to infinitely shift between a myriad of colours, impossibly unending and always changing, never remaining one hue for more than a few short seconds before moving on to the next. Regardless as to the unusual nature of her irises, those eyes seem vibrant and full of life, always watching the world with a keen awareness for every small detail.

 All of this said, however, it is rare that one will find her not making use of her innate talent; She is a Shapewalker. Where a commoner might change clothes several times a day, she changes shape and form equally as frequently, if not moreso. Always she seems within one step of using her ability in unusual ways, whether it is to take on entirely new appearances altogether or to simply reach for out-of-reach objects. No matter the form she takes however, her infinitely-changing eyes are always there, watching the world through their endless gaze of colours.