House Domina Personalities

Clementina Feliciane

Female, age 18

Hair - dark blond; Eyes - blue-green; Skin Tone - fair

Preferred Clothing - Typical of fantasy city folk, simple leathers and cloths, rarely dyed anything more than a russet or beige. However she currently also wears a set of enchanted white-metal armor made to withstand all manner of magical or natural effects, and is light enough that she can easily walk in it without tiring.

Specialties - Clem is a Literist, a member of a church that is devoted to simply the written language. They write constantly, read everything they can get their eyes on, and send many, many letters. They are a guild of scribes only pushed into a more modern era. When the printing press is invented (or if Clem's able to see one in action) these people will get a huge boost to their ranks. They believe in studious work, correct spelling and grammar, and following the rules of any given situation as fully as they can. Respect for the books, scrolls and even carved tablets - any form of written word - is of primary concern to them, so any time they see a book being burned it is as though they themselves have been put on the pyre.

Weaknesses - Clem is... bookish. She's not very athletic, but she is not soft and pampered - she's used to lifting heavy books and doing manual labor, in addition to her reading. She does however have a bit of a sore spot for anyone who willfully remains ignorant or illiterate. She will take whatever time is needed to teach, but sometimes gets frustrated by these efforts.

Wand - no wand, merely a quill pen and ink will do...

Familiar - is not a magic user, but adores cats.

Dragon Bond - Liaxeri (Sil's giveaway, Ring of Fire)

Unusual Studies - Though she is not a natural linguist, Clem seems to be able to read even the most obscure or poorly scribbled handwriting. This does not mean she can actually read words in another language aloud, merely that she can match letters very, very well.

 

She dusted, placed each tome back where it belonged. Scrolls were harder, no one ever remembered where to put those, they were always out of order, even after her companions had finished working.

“Literary barbarians,” she muttered. Her day was technically over, the library closed, everyone else had gone home. But she remained, dedicated to the duty of straightening the paperwork and making sure no one had left a page folded down. (Not only did that rankle her, but it was against the rules! If they were borrowing a book to read, didn’t they bother to read the rules about checking them out?)

It wasn’t tedius work for her, to everyone else that staffed the Grand City Library it was a chore. They weren’t like her, Clementina Feliciane was a dedicated worker and a diligent Litarist.

Litarists weren’t common, at least not yet. In a place known for its size, population and age, the Grand City was home to at least half a dozen devotees of the Written Word.

Eventually, with her eyes a bit bleary, reddened from the oil pots smoke, Clementina drew her day to a close. She made sure the doors and windows were secure, and headed to her small home up the road.

As ever, she was bright and chipper in the morning, if her face hadn’t betrayed a little night-owl-ness in the baggy bits below her blue-green eyes. She came to work, saying a little prayer in the form of a haiku at the door, as always. The head librarian sitting behind his counter near the door nodded deeply to her, and beckoned her over with a thick hand.

“I have something… special for you today, Clem,” he said in a hush. “It’s that time of the month, and we’d like you to … go.”

A weird sense of dread filled the tow-headed girl, she was only eighteen! How could they send someone as young and delicate as she out there… out there…

“You’ll be outfitted properly of course, we can’t do this without preparations.” He stood, guiding the now-numb Literist toward a tall pair of doors on the side wall of the Library’s main study room. The doors were locked, always, until this time of the month.

Through them, she was sent down the hall which connected the Library to the rest of the Grand Palace. Once she reached the end of the hall, there were attendants who helped her for her duties. She’d never done this before, and frankly the idea filled her with dread. She was all about the books – and she had to keep that in mind. She was all about the books: and the books needed to be claimed.

Once she was fully dressed in the enchanted white metal armor that had simple scrollwork along the edges of each piece and a helm which made it a bit hard to see, Clementina clomped back toward the Library doors.

There, she was handed an official scroll, one which had many well-scribed lines upon it. Lastly, she received the satchel which would weigh nothing, but carry much. They draped it over her shoulders and patted it down by her hip. And then, they sent her out.

To collect the fines from the overdue books.

Looking at the list, it was organized in such a way that she could walk around the city more easily. She approached the first house, a merchant, who immediately apologized, handing her the book and the payment. “Slipped my mind, so much going on!”

However next, she recognized the name on the list. “Daniella I am ashamed!” She chided the single other Literist girl in the Great Book Club. The other girl hung her head.

“I got so absorbed, I read it again,” she said, depositing the gigantic tome of the Great City’s History into the satchel, biting her lip when she couldn’t quite meet the fee.

“I’ll pay it, this time,” Clem said, “but only because you’re a Sister and I know your family is not rich.”

“Are you sure?” Daniella asked, “I will pay you back!”

“Yes, you will,” Clem nodded, “I am sure, in time. I’ll make a note to myself.” She strode on through the city streets collecting books or money, or both.

She began to wonder, why the need for a full set of armor, enchanted to boot? And then she reached one particular address. The slender tower reached four stories at least, had a living gargoyle guarding its gate. It looked as though three more such bizarre edifices along this murky street had to be collected from as well. Wizards Way, of course.

She clanged the door knocker, and waited only a moment before it flew open and a blast of fire shot over her. Clem was too surprised to even react to that, before she realized that she hadn’t been harmed: the armor did its job.

“Who disturbs me!” Yelled a voice, and Clem took her helmet off to shout back.

“It’s the Library! You’ve got overdue books! Pay up!” She yelled, and suddenly an old crouched man wobbled into sight, carrying an improbable armload of books.

“Oh my, oh my, it’s that time of the month isn’t it – oh my,” he prattled on, apologized, dropped far more than his fee into her collection box, and trundled back into his tower.

Clementine came to another dangerous looking site, complete with a mini-moat and what looked like a tiny water dragon.

“Come in,” said a weirdly altered voice, “it is time, is it not…”

When she crossed the 3-plank ‘drawbridge’ Clem felt odd. It wasn’t like she had the same connection to the world as she had before, and when she turned to look behind her, the world was – not there?! Instead a great volcanic ring of fire drifted through the air… she was frightened, and moved into the only safe space she could find, ahead.

***

The man who greeted her and several others was nice, she thought. And he seemed a little weirded out by the presence of these ... those were dragons? So they did exist outside the mountains... Of course they did. Why wouldn't they?

Clem made a note to herself, to send a letter to the historian who claimed boldly in his last dissertation that all dragons were extinct and any sightings were of some kind of lesser creature with similar features. Pish posh! Here was one standing before her!

Literally, too - she walked upon two legs, though it was clear she could stand easily on four and use those massive wings to fly. The wings - interesting, Clementine thought, they had both feathers and stretched webbing. Calculations about lift, whether the dragon had hollow bones, and the like all competed with Clem's overwhelming urge to pet the fur on the dragoness.

Fortunately she didn't get the chance. For in an instant, the dragon became a young looking woman. She bore a superficial resemblance to Clem, in that she had brown hair and fair skin. Aside from that, however, she looked rather ... giddy.

"Those of Integrity may choose to bond, or merely become friends with one such as yourself. Would you... mind terribly if we became Bonds?"

"Oh and you dropped this, over by the door. I think you were surprised to see us." The girl - dragon - person - handed off the satchel which Clem had been tasked to keep. There were plenty of books in it, already, but she had also been able to stick the sword into it, for safe keeping. One never knew whether the presence of a sword out and about would cause a fight.

"Th-thank you!" Clementina said, and blinked carefully. "I think I would very much like to become closer! I like you already, can you fly?"

"Of course I can fly, well," she chuckled, "not like this."

They spent a while getting acquainted, learning one another's names, and suddenly Clem's throat tightened.

"I ... I don't know if the Library will allow me to keep a dragon, pets aren't allowed!"

Liaxeri tilted her human-head and blinked, they happily laughed and decided that if there was a rule against it, perhaps this time the rule might have to be amended.

*Next*

Name: Liaxeri
Gender: Female
Bond: Clementina
Species: Unnamed ("One of Integrity) -- reincarnated Lawful Good human
Abilities: Shapeshifting (see above); Verbal Speech; Very strong Order magic; Strong Light magic; Average Healing magic; Below Average Psionics (Telekinesis*, Bending another's mind**, illusions**, mind-reading*, telepathy*, teleportation* - * average, ** quite poor); Below Average Fire magic
Ban: May not naturally breed purebloods. Purebloods will be reincarnations of Lawful Good humans.
Personality: Gentle, Supportive, Stalwart

Ring of Fire!