Viyn

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[Name] Viyn Evettsdottir
[Nickname] The Masked Rider
[Age] 20
[Pronouns] She/Her
[Affiliation] Not affiliated with any.
[Rank/Occupation] An ex-raider and dragon hunter. Now a mercenary.
[Alignment] Between Chaotic Neutral and Neutral Evil
[Dragon] Vesper, Southern Night Fury

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[Personality]
Viyn can be very heavily described by her alignment. She's a free spirit who does anything for a bit of money and not for anyone else. She would rather be left alone, as she's not very social, and is unpredictable at all times. Viyn can be two-faced if need be for any sort of job she has, but won't do anything without a reason. She's very intelligent and does not trust easily, an individualist, and crafty.

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[Backstory]
Viyn grew up with her sister and her family on a small island that didn't have a lot going on. It bored someone like Viyn, and up until she was about 8 she didn't even know dragons existed because they never visited their island. They passed one day, possibly migrating, a small pack of them and since then Viyn was determined to get her own. It wasn't that hard, she realized, to take a boat and venture out with her sister.
That's when they found islands full of them. From then on, they managed to train a dragon each and Viyn set out on her own path. An explorer at heart, she often got into trouble, managing to escape just by a hair. It was one time she was setting up camp on a tall island with her temporary dragon that shielded her from an ongoing storm. She assumed Skrill had been present, perhaps even more, due to the static that raised the hair on her arms. Viyn nearly jumped out of her skin that night at the lightning that struck the mountain not too far from them, cracking some of it down the side and sending a few rocks down after it hit.
But it wasn't just some rocks, Viyn found out. Among one of them was a steaming hatchling, one still partially in the egg it came from. With blinking golden eyes, the cub looked up at her where she held it and clawed up her shirt and nibbled on her finger like she was its mother.
Usually not one for babies, she nearly left the hatchling there but it had snuck onto her dragon's back and hitched a ride along with her. She found that out when it latched onto her back and clambered over her head into her lap. From that, she had met her lifelong friend: a very moody, stubborn boy she named Vesper.