Elytra

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Elytra
Race Dragonborn
Gender Female
Lifespan Born 2939
Character Class Battlemind
Status Alive
Alignment Lawful Good

Elytra is a dragonborn battlemind/warden and a follower of Bahamut. Her scales are a silvery-blue color, and she looks somewhat different, more bear-like, than the average dragonborn.

She is a very large, defendery character, though she focuses more on brutally bashing evildoers with her mace than protecting her allies. She deals frost damage by way of frozen whetstones and her natural frost breath, causing cold vulnerability that works well with Chrip's frost magic.

Background

In the winter of 2939 in a small village in the Free Cities, dragonborn twins hatched with scales of frosty bluish silver. One was named Elytra, and the other, Alae.

An ancient prophecy told of the two silver dragonborn. Many of the details of this prophecy had been lost to time, but one thing was clear: one of the two would die to protect the other from a great evil. In an attempt to protect them both, they were separated from each other soon after their hatching and taken to distant lands.

Elytra was trained in the ways of the psionic battlemind. On her fifteenth birthday, she willingly completed a ritual to tie her spirit to that of a polar bear in order to further increase her endurance and combat ability. She then left her teachers to travel the world.

After almost five years of living in the wilderness, only occasionally returning to town to restock on supplies, Elytra found herself in the midst of the Battle of Silverstone. Her strong sense of justice made her unable to resist joining the battle against the Far Realm, so she joined forces with the Challengers of the Unspeakable to protect the city. She continues to assist them in hunting down the forces of evil that threaten the world.

Alae's location is currently unknown.

The Prophecy

As spiders weave, the shadow falls
And dead gods will we mourn
Within the land of cities free
Shall silver twins be born

As chaos looms they’ll battle foes
With all that they can give
But one must sacrifice herself
That the other one may live

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