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Name: Aria Windsummer
Age: About 18. She doesn't keep track, though.
Country of Origin: Britain
Weapon: Prefers not to fight......But she can use a katana very well.
Power: Can transform into a dragon. Also, can control some wind currents.
Heritage: She neither remembers nor cares.
Hair Length: Her hair hasn't been cut in a while, but it's only a little past her shoulder.
Hair/Eye Color: Hair is a light brown. Her eyes, however, are more honey colored. Both reflect in the scales when she turns into a dragon.
Song: Loreena McKennitt - The Mystics' Dream

As a small child, Aria was just like all the other children. Until one day, when she raised her hand in class, and it went up as a dragon's claw. She didn't notice at first, and it was only when everyone was staring at her did she notice. She immediately ran out of the classroom, trying to hide her hand. Once she got home, she locked herself in her room. Her parents tried to coax her out, but she wouldn't budge from her bed. Eventually, her parents broke down the door, but she was nowhere to be seen. She had taken some food from her parent's kitchen, and a change of clothes or two, and ran. She was afraid her parents wouldn't want a monster for a child, and would've run her out anyway.
She was six years old at the time.
She then went from city to city, country to country, looking for a place she could stay. Every town she went to, no matter how calm, ran her out once they found out she was part dragon.
Eventually, she came to a blacksmith's shop, where the old man gladly took her in and even tried to hide what she was for her. He told her tales of how he met a dragon once, on an island not far away. Aria was finally happy...But not for long. One day a customer saw her arm transform, and immediately ran out to tell the whole town. The old man grew worried instantly, and, for her own safety, sent Aria out on a small boat he owned. She landed on the island that the old man told her about, and even found a large cave where she supposed the dragon slept. She stayed there, preying on hapless people who happened to stumble onto her new home.
By then she was twelve.
Of course, she didn't kill them right away, first she would test them. She would appear to the travelers in her human form, under the pretense that she was hunting the dragon and needed help to slay it. Then, depending on their reaction, she would decide what to do with them from there. Sometimes the people agreed to help, sometimes happily, even, and she would simply stab them when they turned their backs. If she thought them to be trustworthy, she would get to know them a little better. If she liked them, or if they seemed to be of no threat, she would simply send them on their way.
She didn't hear what happened to the old man until a few years later, though. From what she heard, he stabbed a sword through his arm and into a wall and told the town she had done it to keep him there while she escaped. At first she was infuriated, and killed the man that told her. Later on, though, she realized that he was protecting her, and the next person to come to her island told her the rest of the old man's story: that he had told everyone she had taken his boat, which he saw through his open door, but then drowned at sea before she got very far.
She now lives on the island, practicing a few instruments she stole from the nearby town and occasionally going hunting.