Silver Dragons are arguably one of the most beautiful types of dragons. They live in high altitude habitats such as mountains. Silver females eat meat only when a male dragon brings it to them as part of courtship, though they are typically highly-independent. They possess an almost magical aura that lights up any place they are in, and are looked upon with awe by humans and animals alike.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

Lonely. Rarely does she come across another who fills that void, that yawning abyss. Many an audience do not fill that nullity, yet many more emphasize her solitariness. She is filled with the need to be whole, to soulfully connect and bond. Yet, she is not driven to seek the relished opuses. She waits in silence and obscurity. They will come in time, just like a new moon, a new day.

Gypsy. She is unconventional, fealty to no one and nothing. First and foremost, what she does, she does for herself. Seldom does she go out of her way to aid, to right wrongs. If it is not in her best interests, Nerthuz will simply depart with the same bohemian nonchalance she has had since cognizance. And yet...she is not entirely heartless. Nerthuz is a dragoness of nuances, and it shows in the elusive way she moves down to the very words she speaks, but she values those that remain, a foundation to her itinerant existence. Nerthuz has a soft spot for those who have wiggled their way into her heart.