Enz Zziio the Firewing

Name: Enz Zziio
Nickname: Twili
Tribe: Firewing
Rank: Trainee
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Family: Xylnthian (brother)
Mate: Vulthar
Draglets: 8
Appearance:


Eyes: purple, dragon slit pupils
Tongue: purple
Claws: short and black
Tattoo: A light purple tribal dragon on her left hip (this was branded on her when she was a slave)

Unlike a typical Fire wing Enz's main color is black like a night wing, however she is as big as fire wings, she has a purple neck, chest, lower chest, belly, underbelly, undertail, and 1/3 down the underside of her tail. she has purple socks on each leg, she has a crimson colored 'mask on her face, hir crest of head is crimson red and crimson all the way down the back of hir neck, back and shoulder, back, hips and rump, and 1/2 down the back of hir tail. the top side of hir wings is black like the rest of hire body, the underside is grey, she has a purple trim on the tips of her wings, and finally she has light purple stipes on her wing top and bottom side.

unlike most dragons she has ears, the inside being purple, she has black horns that come to a point nad two long spikes on the back of her jaw and 3 small spikes on the bottom of her jaw.

she wears golden bands on her horns, she wears a necklace she has gotten from christmass, she wears a black leather band on her tail and one on her right wrist, she wears a belt around her waist too, and finally she has two ear peircings.


Personality: Enz Zziio is not the brightest dragoness of her age, she is years behind others her age, she takes class’s alongside the beginners as she started later than the rest. Enz is kind and loving, she loves to play, she is generous and very obedient doing anything she is told that is a superior. She is eager to learn and has a good sense of humor, and most prominently she is quiet hardly ever speaking less spoke too or she has a question or comment, but never a complaint, other than that she is a quiet child.

and she often acts like a rebellious teen she is.

Enz will do whatever she can to get what she wants, seductive… thievery… violence… whatever she can to get what she wants. However if she is caught doing something she is not supposed to and is punished for it, it may seem she over reacts, but usually it is because those punishing her do not know her, often punishments from those that don’t know her lead to a slap or shouting or both, any of which will set her off, triggering flash backs, causing her to wet herself, etc.

HOWEVER… Enz is not a truthful one she lie’s way too often, and in fact regardless she plays off as cheerful and lighthearted, she is a very, very depressed dragoness, with a traumatized passed. She is actually quite suicidal which is why she has mental therapy every day and is carefully watched all day all night. Often at night she is found crying, sobbing, all she ever dreams about is her past, once in a while she will have a good one sort of, like she is with her brothers, sisters and mother again, she wakes from these with tearful whimpers, as she woke expecting to see them but woke to no one but herself.

Strengths: she has all the strengths of a firewing and then some; physically she has some plate scales on her neck and head, the easy to get to most lethal spots. Her spikes provide a gnarly surprise to those who wish to wrap their maw around spiked areas, and her spade which provides a deadly rear surprise. Mentally Enz is frail BUT don’t get her wrong she will do ANYTHING to get what she wants no matter what someone says to deny her. If it can get her to it she will do it.

Special Powers: Pyromancy, she has an unnatural sync with fire, even at her age she has difficulty controlling fire, putting her well behind in her class, but in heightened emotion it becomes uncontrollable to her and by random or deliberate intent, miracles of pyromantic abilities are performed, she is so keen so in tune with fire she can literally manipulate and control electricity or lightning.

Weaknesses: Weak Will, she is easily manipulated, less she WANTS something. However, Enz has a rather frail mind; a tormented childhood is the cause of it. Put her down emotionally and it breaks her heart, makes her cry, and makes her depressed. She hates bullies and often is target of them, do to her frail mind. Physically Enz does have a problem, not on the surface but on the inside, a bladder problem. Poor healing made it irreversible, she has little, if any, Control of her bladder. Regardless of having the problem through most her life she is not used to it, it is degrading and if she has an accident in front of others she is mortified. Beforehand she will try to make herself seem equal or superior to others around her… till her accidents happen, and then she feels like scum, lesser than anyone, at the bottom. And then she will likely never show her face to that person again especially if the other laughs or makes fun of her.

History: Enz Zziio, born on the outskirts of the firewing tribe, rather in fact her family had been temporarily exiled due to her father killing a hatchling on accident when fighting a fellow tribe member over something incredibly stupid, the family of the now deceased hatchling was furious Enz’s family had more enemies than friends that day, their entire family regardless of renown exiled, it was an incredible hardship for them as Enz’s mother was pregnant when exiled, yet she did not know nor did anyone know she was until it was too late and signs of it began to show weeks into the exile. Born and exile her father was disgusted, an exile baby. To his pride he believed it to be a shame, he took no part in his mates laying or child’s hatching. He never spoke or acknowledged the hatchlings… ever, he would even trample right through them if they blocked his path, and even if they cried do to hunger or injury he did not even bat an eye. Her mother on the other hand cared for them with all her heart more than her own mate, in fact she showed little love anymore to him, they slowly grew apart, but he loved her, he loved his mate since he was but a young boy, young love, true love, now dust in the wind. About a year along when Enz’s mother needed help feeding her children the father refused to help, Enz’s mother could not do much she couldn’t leave them not considering her mate would not protect them.

Enz’s mother made a hard decision and ‘divorced’ her mate, feeling like his heart had just been crushed, he asked why, at first he was calm, then his fury peaked and he flipped out, saying it was impossible anyway that their exiled they can’t go to anyone to make it official, while he was ranting Enz’s mother gathered her children and left him for lands with a close food source. But her father did not give up, her father followed them stalked them. About a month after that while searching for land a bunch of hostile reptiles and dragons found them, rouges as they were they had no morals no rules, no laws to restrict them, it was night, Enz and her mother and siblings were asleep. They were woke with a thunderous roar as lo and behold their father dived from the sky at the attackers, BUT her father was no guardian no warrior while he fought ferociously they were to numerous and far more skilled. They circled around blocking Enz and the others escape, enemy dragons circling above, Enz and her sibling could not fly then, too young, her mother would not leave them to save her own life. They were overrun, not a moment later after being overrun a horrifying painful screech could be hear and her father was overwhelmed shortly followed by a blood curdled cry ending with silence. Enz felt her heart race beating hard and fast. While she was young she knew, she knew what happened, as if by instinct, her sibling knew too. Without honor a dragon attacker her mother from behind followed by two others on from the side the other from the front, they dragged her into the shadows out of sight of Enz and her siblings.

Cowering under a tree her siblings in tall grass, her siblings were found first while they bit and scratched and tried to worm their way out of their enemies grasp their grip was too firm, Enz could hear her mother in the distance letting out merciful cries, she did not know what they were doing to her, she wanted to help but the fear in her gut and chest petrified her. Then as if whisper in her ear, yet in her mind… “There she is,” It said.

Terrified her instincts forced her to run, she ran out towards her mother, it was a bluff. “Found it!” they shouted, before she was caught and could not escape regardless of her fight and then stuffed into a thick leather bag she had her mother in sight pinned to the ground with another… on top of her.

She did not know where they took her or her siblings but when she arrived after what seemed like hours and hours of bumping, getting knocked around on the ground by being roughly set down at one point what felt like a wooden table, where she was pulled out by the tail held upside down she growled his clawed and bit, till she was smacked something fiercely on the rump where she whimpered and practically curled into a ball, they measured her judged her as if some kind of lowly merchandise. She was the runt of her brood, ‘egh’ said the man holding her by the tale. ‘Small for one of her age,’ said the fat reptilian in a horrible scratchy voice. Something in her mind clicked telling her this was wrong, all wrong. She swung up and bit fiercely on the reptilian’s wrist. Being small she had the weakest bite of her brood but still it was a fierce bite, but the reptilians gloves were thick. Shaking her off she fought again, and with all his might it seemed with a leathery paddle smacked her on the rump again, yipping with ear piecing sound she curled up again, sticking her back in the bag, he heard that scratchy voice again, ‘no I will not take this one, too feisty…” it was about a week of this she always fought and in the same damn spot she was always smacked, it began to bruise and eventually merely touching it hurt. And at that point when she was forcibly grabbed by the tail again she did not fight she did not fuss, she just… cried. She wanted it to end she wanted her brothers and sisters… she wanted her mother. Before when they first measured her she could see her brothers and sisters with others doing the same thing but now she was the last one.

With sad, sad eyes she just stared at the handler, ‘500 gold’ he said with an old man’s voice. ‘Outrageous!’ shouted her kidnappers.

‘Fine take her to the pit… she’ll be dinner for the dogs in seconds…’ said the old man as he held out Enz to the kidnappers.

They grunted and glared at the old man and Enz then took the 500 and left. Without any care he shoved Enz back in the bag and for another few hours in what seemed like the back of a wagon she bumped around knocked her head against the floor countless times before finally coming to a stop. She had been sold into slavery just then, forbidden but it happened in the back end of scum territory. And her mother walked right into the hunting grounds. The old man was anything but nice, he was mean and abused her. At one point she got in a fight with one of the violent hounds the old reptilian had, the dog was vicious and seriously injured Enz. The old man heard the commotion and rad out with an axe and plunged it into the dog’s head… apparently Enz was more valuable than a hunting dog. With the dog dead the old man gently picked up Enz and brought her to his neighbors where the old hag di her beast to heal up Enz she got everything right, perfection but one thing, the woman did not know a thing about dragon anatomy, only her bladder was damaged and with poor heeling it never healed proper and from that day she had no control over her bladder. A few years down the road, constantly being abused and forced to do demeaning work, at the age of 5 Enz was out in the wild with her handler, now by now her handler had marked her, a tatoo on her left hip, a tribal dragon tattoo. The handler was trying to teach her to be like a hound as she had cost him his hunting dog and he did blame her for it. When he shot down a bird in midflight with incredible precisions considering he is old he told her to fetch him the bird and warned her NOT to eat it else she won’t get food for a weak, regardless of the fact she barely ate at that. Hesitant for a moment, she looked up at her handler and then out across the horizon where she could see a distant spire of smoke from the firewing tribe. Then she took off full speed not towards the bird but towards the distant spire of smoke and ash that signified her nation home. The handler shouted at her to have her come back, as she ran out of the brush there was a line of poles nothing in-between them, and as soon as she crossed those a yank at the throat was felt and she found herself on her back coughing the collar she had been wearing was enchanting it acted like an invisible leash right now it felt as though it was choking her.

She was punished but this is where he history gets slows down and uneventful just a repeat of abusive handler history, it was not until she was eight that she escaped, the sympathetic made was fed up of her master and in spite of the old man she took the collar off of Enz and took her outside, she told Enz she was free, to run home and not to look back to run all the way, hesitant at first she heard the old man shout from inside. ‘Run… run…” whisper shouted the maid. And Enz did. She ran and ran and never looked back for a second, the only thing she did other than run was cry, as memories of her past flooded back, the abuse, the kidnapping, and the worst it all, thing she does not speak of today less someone pries it from her and plays at her emotions to make her spill, she is still traumatized by the events, while she may not act it but she is a depressed young dragoness. She listened as her father died watched as her mother was ‘abused’ and never saw her siblings faced ever again. Tortured while a meager slave in the back end of nowhere.

It was a three days till she arrived back in the firewing territory, she had ran all the way, not a single minute of rest, while she may have been a runt of her brood she achieved and incredible feat of running for three days, at the end of the three she came walking staggered into the nearest den, where she fell fast asleep and was found by and old couple of firewing’s who brought her to the tribe capitol where she was taken care of fed well and plentiful till she was old enough to fend for herself, poor in education she went right into a one on one tutoring for education, she learned quick but she is still years behind others her age, and to this day she still turns in for therapy as she still has not recovered mentally.

The control of lighting and electricity is unique to the SKyWings.