Sieglinde Albrecht-Von Berger, Esq.

Once the pride-filled heiress to a family of nobles, Sieglinde struggled and strove for the attention of both of her parents, the Lord and Lady of the Mountainhomes from a distant land. She was considered a wreck and an embarrassment in terms of etiquette, manners, and mingling among other noble houses. However, she found her solace in the martial arts of weaponry, ranging from pole-arms, sabers, bows, and even an oddity of a weapon that seems to be a longer, bigger version of a morning star. However, this knack for weaponry and fighting gave her a brutish status among her peers and family. The hot-headed heiress, after a night of stress relief involving bashing her bed frame to splinters, took a mount and ran off with the intention of retrieving a long-lost artifact that would simply show everyone back home that she was worthy of the title of Lady.

Things are never as easy first intended. Cold, lonely nights of sleeping on the ground drove the poor girl to the brink of insanity. The only thing keeping herself together, both physically and mentally, is the armor that she brought with her. When she wasn't scraping away tree bark looking for grubs to snack on, or trying to use plants to patch up a clearly infected wound, Sieglinde was busy getting lost. Though she wouldn't know it, she was tracking the maps and notes that she stole completely upside-down, heading in the direct opposite of where she was suppose to go. This realization finally made her snap, lashing out at everything around her, including her only friend, the trusted mount that had accompanied her for the months she had spent in the wilderness.

Tired, beaten, battered, Sieglinde began a slow trek back to her homeland, cursing how foolish and weak she had been. Much to her surprise, however, she had stumbled upon the home of a certain fortune teller. Her form washed over with shadow and the unknown, strange blue markings visible on the back of her hand as she whispered promises of power, control, and most important of all, acknowledgement. The foolish heiress blindly agreed, feeling the icy grips of doom slowly making their way around her. This was her downfall.

The fortune teller had cast a curse upon Seiglinde, forever transforming her body to a grotesque split between a drake and a human. Now, as a nightmarish beast and tricked by the now vanished fortune teller, Sieglinde continued to roam the forests. Though now, it was much easier to traverse terrains, outrun game to hunt, and the survival instincts to combat those who deem her as a threat. Perhaps this is something she could get used to after all... If only she could speak a common tongue and not forced to speak in the brutish, guttural draconic speech.

(Played by Lizard.)