With everything I’ve been through, everything I’m going through, the pain, the death, the grief, is why I’m always nice because I know what it is to suffer in silence when nobody will listen, so yea I’m nice to people I don’t know that’s why i listen and care, but take advantage of that you will regret bringing out the monster that I have deep inside, if my story means anything to someone it means to listen without speaking, and I mean to truly listen.

I wasn’t always covered in scars, I wasn’t always so mean looking, but amongst all the hatred amongst all the evil, I became so consumed with anger to the point that all I saw was red all I saw was fire, and one day I decided to take that fire from within me and spread it but to make arsonists before me proud had to craft things as well like the best pyrotechnics show in the world but better, but no matter how many countries or worlds I’ve burnt to the ground it didn’t make the feeling inside me better all it did was make it worse, with hundreds of world and even more countries all burnt and destroyed I returned home even tho it’s a fire wasteland and spent the next 30 years in solitude till I was ready to face my sentence from the galactic law, where I’ll live out my days in galactic prison made for one where nothing can escape.

I’ve struggled with my self image for my whole life, no one warned me how much more intense it would become when half of my body started to become decomposed to the point where my skeleton was visible and as I struggled with insecurity surrounding half of me decomposing, people kept saying saying i looked epic and beautiful, but I never believed them i always thinking that they were lying to just make me feel good, and as time passed and my skeleton was visible people kept saying I was a skeletal beauty, and I guess as they kept saying it i started to believe it, but there’s still a part of me that doesn’t believe it and is still insecure, I guess as I still have a fleshy side of me I’ll still have the emotion that comes with having flesh.

Being a 426 year old halting cursed with immortality isn’t what I thought would happen to me when I wanted to help my planet get free of the corruption and the mob but after a point money became a issue so I ended up owning the mob boss I help become a mob boss some money and had to escape when I was 276 years old to a farming planet that was declared a peaceful farming by the galactic law, so I lived there for the next 150 years after fleeing my previous world and free falling onto the farming planet, till they met up with some others to help change things.

Belonging to a common race on my home planet, I’ve seen my fare share of battles one reason why one of my horns are missing, when I joined a unofficial group to help protect the planet I came from while my husband work officially with planet security, I wanted to join officially but didn’t and to commit to 20 hour days which took up most our 30 hour days my husband is lucky he gets reduced hours for family, but having hours that could make gives me the opportunity to spend time with our kids, and it wasn’t till after we fled out planet to find a better life and escape the rule of the horrible king that we found out we’re part of an ancient sub race even our kids that were ment to be the only ones able to kill full blooded dragons.

Born amongst war living on a dying planet, despite the constant war we are still over populated, but how do I fit into all this my parents were on the run from their races, my humanoid dragon father died to the elves while my dark elf mother died to the dragons in a pointless war, but I born to both of them the only one of my kind as far as I knew before seeking refuge on another planet, but during my 220 years on that planet I was ridiculed, the hate, the betrayal, the grief, hated by society for being a mix between the two races, my mental health took its toll I was doing bad mentally till I started healing and when I started doing something about it I found out there were people out in space looking for me and that’s when it all changed.

Before I crash landed on the furthest planet from any life I was living on a planet that the inhabitants learned how to expand their planet along with their atmosphere, and there wasn’t many people of my race there intern I got some hate almost everyday, to help combat any physical violence that may happen because it happened to others of my race I learned as many fighting styles as I could, and even though I try to be peaceful after all I’ve been through it hardens people even people like me it also changes people in ways their unaware of.