Age: 105 (young)
Description: Shimmer is a young dark elf. She tends to be clothed in long
dark robes with little mirrors that reflect the light. She has long dark
hair, a pale skin and black eyes. Because of her quick-step ability she is
hardly more than a blur when she moves from place to place.
Personality-wise Shimmer is, like all dark elves, enamoured with the thoughts
of dead and chaos. She does not cause it, only watches and haunts the ones
who commit crimes in hopes of getting a look on what she feels to be the
most beautiful of things.
Theme: Chaotic Good, 300 words max.
Dragon: Chaos Silmi'n'tahn
Height: 5' tall, 13' long
Gender: Hermaphrodite/Neuter (Technically non-gendered)
Abilities: Invisibility, Magical Manipulation of Organic Matter, Telepathy,
Verbal Speech, Camouflage, Gender Bending, Perception Psionics
Sparkly, shiny, the
departing essence of dead. Shimmer flew between the glowing specks of light
and felt she belonged. Though she had a physical body, it was feeble and of
little use. Only those with sensitive eyes could see her. She might as well
be a ghost.
Spiralling down to the source of the soul, Shimmer caught hold of the
emotions she fed on. Anger, sadness and shock, the feelings of those that
were murdered. She'd known. Only people ripped out of life produced such
beauty as she'd been attracted to.
“You killed...” she whispered in the ear of the person still holding the
knife, “You’re mine...”
Distraught, the man dropped the knife and ran. Shimmer followed him,
feasting on his rage and fear. He did not feel like one to kill again.
Sticking close, Shimmer laughed, intoxicated. She danced around his head and
he even seemed to follow her with his eyes. He might even be able to see
her, the little dark blurred faerie that was enamoured with dead.
Shimmer had heard it, the anger of the person killed. Maybe she was to play
out vengeance now. After all this person had ripped a life from reality.
“An eye for an eye, ...”.
She giggled again. He would not feed her anymore anyway.
“Die...” she whispered, “You deserve it.”
Bewildered the man turned around trying to find the source of his torment.
He could see it faintly. A shadow.
Trying to get away, he ran up the stairs of his home, but still Shimmer was
there. Finally opening the window he lurched out and fell. Only seconds
later the essential energy of his soul flew up. Shimmer watched and
appreciated it’s beauty.
Within moments after it was gone she felt a new presence aeons away.
Flying like a drugged firefly, Shimmer flew from one edge of the universe to
the next, sometimes flying in circles, sometimes changing her mind and going
in opposite directions. Most of the time she was following the presence she
felt, other times she was distracted away from it. How many time passed is
uncertain but when she finally reached that beautiful, overpowering presence
it seemed to have been around for quite a time.
Dazed by the tiny white lights on the tips of it's feathery wings, Shimmer
flew without speaking. Only when finally the wonder of the ever-changing
lights had dimmed a bit did Shimmer notice that there was something attached
to the wings. Something living, but not quite like anything else she'd come
"My name is Silmi'n'tahn" spoke the
dragon of unspecified gender.
"Silly!" Shimmer purred, "Make your wings glow again!"
Somewhat offended Silmi'n'tahn pondered leaving this chaotic little elven
behind. But then, the feel of such a tiny presence crawling between it's
feathers, of such a childlike spirit admiring it's colours was quite
"Are you mine?" asked Silmi'n'tahn, unwilling to bond in the common way of
"You're my Silly." Shimmer nodded.
"Then shall we leave here? Where do you want to go?"
"Left!" Shimmer called, feeling the climatic sense of imminent death.
"Left it is..."
Shimmer is a Candidate at the
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