Once a sacred beast, a guardian, a last bastion to a world long forgotten and buried, Cyrelias is a woman of both honor and code. She believes in following the world order, to accept the fate of the stars and the paths the gods had laid out for her. Always willing, always waiting to heed the call whenever she is needed. Just as she always had done centuries ago. Her body a shield, her fangs and claws her sword- a valiant protector until the very end. That is her way. To turn her back on those she serves would be an act most unforgiven. An act to warrant death itself.
While the maiden appears young and rejuvenated, Cyrelias harbors knowledge, teachings passed down from years of dwelling. Wise beyond her years with a glint to those golden eyes that speaks of many untold wisdoms and secrets. Teachings only taught to those worthy enough to listen. Cowardess is refuted where courage reaps the richest rewards. The woman sees the world in black and white- good and evil. She views her judgement with a firm finality and conviction. Showering allies and loved ones with quiet affections only to scorn and outcast those that are deemed wicked in heart. Forgiveness is never an option for a dragon who never forgets.
"One would be wise to let sleeping dragons lie."