Villager: Isabelle
Quintin
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Villager Info
ID: #204801
Name: Isabelle
Gender: Female
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 8 years, 4 months ago
Career: Blacksmith
Owner: slobber90592
Feast Points: 0 (2 All-Time)
Species: Dragon
Color: White
Buffs:House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (1/187)
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About
Paintie by @indomitable!
(New paintie needed! Contact me for details!)
(New paintie needed! Contact me for details!)
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An excerpt from my book, The Dragon's Smoke...
Tack-tack-tack-tack-tack.
Isabelle sat at her desk, her busy claws typing away at her laptop, which was decorated with stickers from conventions she’d been to and decals of movies she liked. She paused, looking over the paragraph she had just written. She then began to backspace, one at a time, until she was satisfied with her deletion. She paused again, her claw frozen above the ‘J’ key. Tentatively blowing her dark blue, wiry hair away from her snout with a well-timed puff of smoke, she resumed typing. ‘Joey Sheringham has been accused of murder to the first degre’ was as far as she got before a call came in over the outdated office phone. She snatched it up, placing it to her furry ear.
“Yes?” She asked, her voice gruff, but also lighthearted.
“Ma’am, an eleven-year-old child needs to have a word with you.”
“An eleven-year-old? Interesting. Send them up.” She accidentally slammed the phone down, and she sighed, setting her face into her hands. She groaned afterwards, running her hands through her hair and leaning back.
Isabelle was a dragon, and an extremely powerful one, at that. She had dark blue, soft fur, and ever darker hair, which was mentioned before. Her eyes were slitted, with gray irises and scleras the color of mango flesh. Her teeth were pointed and sharp, and one particularly menacing bottom premolar poked out of her lip and outside her mouth. She had two horns on her snout, which were sharp and looked painful. Her tail was soft and furry, like the rest of her body, but it ended in a sharp, devilish spade. She was burly and tough, with muscles that made her too strong for her own good; she could crush a nine-year-old’s neck with ease, and a punch from her would leave a bruise that could last for weeks.
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An excerpt from my book, The Dragon's Smoke...
Tack-tack-tack-tack-tack.
Isabelle sat at her desk, her busy claws typing away at her laptop, which was decorated with stickers from conventions she’d been to and decals of movies she liked. She paused, looking over the paragraph she had just written. She then began to backspace, one at a time, until she was satisfied with her deletion. She paused again, her claw frozen above the ‘J’ key. Tentatively blowing her dark blue, wiry hair away from her snout with a well-timed puff of smoke, she resumed typing. ‘Joey Sheringham has been accused of murder to the first degre’ was as far as she got before a call came in over the outdated office phone. She snatched it up, placing it to her furry ear.
“Yes?” She asked, her voice gruff, but also lighthearted.
“Ma’am, an eleven-year-old child needs to have a word with you.”
“An eleven-year-old? Interesting. Send them up.” She accidentally slammed the phone down, and she sighed, setting her face into her hands. She groaned afterwards, running her hands through her hair and leaning back.
Isabelle was a dragon, and an extremely powerful one, at that. She had dark blue, soft fur, and ever darker hair, which was mentioned before. Her eyes were slitted, with gray irises and scleras the color of mango flesh. Her teeth were pointed and sharp, and one particularly menacing bottom premolar poked out of her lip and outside her mouth. She had two horns on her snout, which were sharp and looked painful. Her tail was soft and furry, like the rest of her body, but it ended in a sharp, devilish spade. She was burly and tough, with muscles that made her too strong for her own good; she could crush a nine-year-old’s neck with ease, and a punch from her would leave a bruise that could last for weeks.
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Isabelle was a supreme robot overlord who seeked to nuke and destroy the human population. She now works as a forensic psychologist specializing in female serial killers.
Her skin is only penetrable to other dragons' claws, making her unkillable, if you use melee and ranged weapons. If you want to kill her, you're going to have to do it internally(unless you're another dragon). Poison, for example. Try that.
She likes to bake cakes.
She's a sucker for her special breed of magical habanero peppers, and eats tons of them daily(she eats so much, in fact, they're said to fuel her flame). As a result of this, her blood, saliva, and flesh have become tainted by the spice, and they've all turned a pearly white due to the capsaicin. Of course, this doesn't bother her in any way; she likes the heat!
Her skin is only penetrable to other dragons' claws, making her unkillable, if you use melee and ranged weapons. If you want to kill her, you're going to have to do it internally(unless you're another dragon). Poison, for example. Try that.
She likes to bake cakes.
She's a sucker for her special breed of magical habanero peppers, and eats tons of them daily(she eats so much, in fact, they're said to fuel her flame). As a result of this, her blood, saliva, and flesh have become tainted by the spice, and they've all turned a pearly white due to the capsaicin. Of course, this doesn't bother her in any way; she likes the heat!
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Isabelle is starring in my dystopian comedy book, The Dragon's Smoke. She, of course, is/was the main antagonist.
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By @TropicalDeer
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