|| Empress Valmire Aclamo || - Volatile, Childish, Wild, Insecure, Short-tempered - Valmire has been an outcast in Khearia her entire life. Born of an affair between her father and a noblewoman of Silucandova, her and her unhatched siblings were left near the boarder of Khearia to die in the wilds by their mother. Against all odds, Valmire and one of her siblings did manage to hatch in the wilderness, the others having been eaten or never hatching to begin with. It was only about a month till her sibling fell as well, already weak from the lack of proper nutrition, taken by some predator in the night. How Valmire managed to survive for nearly two years all alone in the wilds is still a mystery, but by chance she ended up making it to civilization, right into the claws of her father. By Khearia law, he was forced to claim her, and so Valmire was given her name and taken to live with her father and the rest of his family. To say she was despised by her father and others of the community was an understatement. She was the child of an affair, and in the eyes of Khearian culture should have perished long ago. She was too small, too scrawny, not suitable to continuing a bloodline in any capacity. While her half siblings and adopted mother didn't seem to mind her at all, her father made sure she knew that he despised her. Her scars are lingering reminders of that hatred, how she could never be worth a thing in her father's eyes. When she finally turned eighteen, Valmire disappeared into the night, much to the sorrow of her adoptive mother and siblings. She returned to the wilds, and for once, she felt like she was home. She made her life there, depending only on herself for everything she needed. She could survive out her alone, she'd done it before. So she spent a little over twenty years in the wilds, enjoying her life among the wildlife of Khearia, perfectly happy to live and die there without another soul to bother her. Or at least, that was her plan before the passing of former Emperor Fenrix. Out of all the dragons in Khearia, the artifact chose her. The Valmire who returned back to civilization to be crowned the new Empress was a very different dragon than the one that had left twenty years prior. She was wild and vicious like the creatures of Khearia, snapping at the slightest of things that upset or displeased her. While her adoptive mother and siblings were just happy she was alive, her father was furious. How could the artifact have chosen her, a dragon who shouldn't have even lived in the first place. In a rather heated, (and incredibly onesided) argument, Valmire's father had enough and tried to finally end her. And that was the biggest mistake he ever made. It was then that the dragons of Khearia learned how and why Valmire had survived in the wilds. Her father hadn't even been able to touch her before she'd struck him, watching him crumple to the floor and staring him down as maroon pooled on the floor from him. He was only the first to fall to her claws. In the short time since her accension to the throne, Valmire has already gained a reputation for her violent and unpredictable outbursts, the only dragons who seem to be safe those of her family, and the strange dragon who always seems to be following her around like a bodyguard, and no one seems to know where he came from. Valmire has been living her new life of power without a care in the world, but whispers have begun reaching her ears again. Whispers of kin she's never met, kin who hold similar power to her...
