Miriam

STATS
Name: Miriam
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Description: Miriam is quite eccentric. She is both a stylist and a hairdresser and it shows. Her long red hair usually stands in all kind of weird shapes and positions. Most of the time it's wrapped around in individual strands she calls her 'medusa hair'. Since she hasn't found anyone who'd want it like that she just wears it herself. To match her hair, she usually dresses in warm, bright colors. Her clothes are oriental in nature, flowy and wide with transparent fabrics and prints. Her warm brown eyes reflect the fire in her heart.
Character: Miriam is very sunny and friendly. She seems to be out of sync in the cold and dreary clinic. Only on her own territory does she truly shine. But Miriam is seldom found at her salon. She usually wanders the halls of the clinic trying to make it all just a tad more stylish. In fact she was the one who devices most of the look and feel of the old mansion that houses the clinic, strange as it may seem.
Hobbies: Taking pictures when she goes on walks through nature.

HATCHING
The twelve off-white eggs lay neatly in the center of the festival hatching cavern. Since Halloween was approaching fast, the walls and vaulted ceiling of the cave were decorated with black and orange curtains. Plastic bats hung from the ceiling, joined by witches and a single yellow glass-in-lead light. It’s faint light was barely enough to make out the tables and seats.
Ten candidates had been found for this holiday clutch. They were all human. The majority of them had come from Earth, but there were also two runic warriors who looked oddly mismatched with the rest of the festively disguised people.
The soft crackling that had been the background noise for the last hour started to overtake the sound of the whispering voices. All eyes turned toward the eggs and a tense, dead quiet atmosphere grew in the cavern. The crackling sounded like thunder when finally the first egg cracked. Lana impressed the first of the hatchlings, an ivory white female that coloured well with the surgeon's cold manner Miriam thought.
A lull in the hatching after six demon dragons had impressed passed quietly and while the humans got into the spirit of things the atmosphere of the hatching became truly festive. Only a brightly orange-coloured dragoness could enhance the mood, and she did so with fervour. Blazing brightly she unfolded her wings, basking in the dimmed light of the fake moon. She looked around and then roared a short and high-toned roar.
“Miriam!” she called, “How did I sound?”
Wonderful Vibrancia.” The interior decorator/stylist smiled back.

ADULT
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