Lily Flameheart
Lily a clignoté. Elle ne s'attendait pas à ce que le fantôme ait ce genre de réaction. Elle s'attendait à ce qu'elle agisse comme Bea, en particulier avec l'apparence de son expression aussi nonchalante que celle de celle-ci.
Un lourd poids de culpabilité s'installa immédiatement dans son cœur, tandis qu'elle vit ses yeux trembler, des larmes s'édifiant dans ses bases. Elle ne voulait certainement pas la faire pleurer! Ce n'est pas une brute après tout!
"Juste...dormes...moyen..."
"Je voulais juste trouver les dortoirs, tu veux dire!"
Son cœur s'est brisé après qu'elle ait dit cela avec une expression aussi pitoyable. Elle avait fait une terrible, terrible erreur.
"Je suis désolé!" Lily a vite dit. "Je pensais que vous essayiez de me faire peur, alors je vous ai fait peur. Je ne voulais pas te faire pleurer, h-honnête!"
C'était une occasion rare pour elle. Un dragon fier comme elle s'excusait rarement, et même si elle le faisait, elle le ferait avec un huff, jetant son visage tout en rougissant. Elle ne s'est jamais excusée.
Voyant comment le fantôme était encore dans un état si vulnérable, elle s'approcha rapidement et lui donna un câlin chaleureux, essayant de la calmer. Elle ne savait pas pourquoi elle a décidé de le faire, seulement qu'elle devait simplement le faire. Elle ne pouvait pas la laisser dans un tel état.
C'était certainement une vue étrange, car le fantôme était plus grand qu'elle. Elle aurait pu être son aînée, et c'est elle qui l'aurait réconfortée. Mais hélas, le fait était différent, et son capot a fini par toucher maladroitement le visage du fantôme quand elle l'a serrée.
... son parfum... c'est... agréable... Mais son corps avait froid... comme attendu d'un fantôme...
Après une dizaine de secondes environ, Lily l'a relâchée, regardant de près son visage pour voir si elle s'était calmée ou non.
"C'est bon, je t'accompagnerai aux dortoirs," a dit Lily. Sa culpabilité pèse encore lourdement sur son esprit et elle désire se réconcilier en l'aidant. Elle espérait juste que le fantôme serait prêt à le recevoir.
Lily Flameheart

Height
5'2
Age
16 in human years
Gender
Female
Race
Poison Dragon
Power
Human Form
Looks like a normal girl but with a strength of double of your ordinary male human
Half-Dragon Form
She grows dragon wings and tails. Her nails sharpen, and she is now able to puke out acid from her mouth. She's able to fly with those wings and her strength is now five times of your ordinary human.
Dragon Form
She turns back into her original dragon form. Standing ten meters tall, she is now able to create strong gusts of wind by her now giant wings. Her acid can now travel far further than when she was just a half-dragon. She would rarely use this form however, with how unwieldy it is. That, and how she would lose her clothes when she transforms, making her naked if she reverts to her human form.
Personality
Silent but haughty, her dragon blood makes her prideful and easily irritable by people she doesn't like. However, once she finds a really worthy friend, she will never abandon them. Problem is, no one has really got into that special club yet. At least, except for that one boy that is.
Background
She was born in a mountain range somewhere in a distant countryside. Her family had always been the guardian of the area, and a result, nearby villagers would periodically give them offerings and the like. She herself would often turn into her human form and walk around in the villages, observing the humans whom she found quite interesting.
One day, she found a boy being punched and kicked by other boys. When she asked what was going on, they said it was none of her business and that a little girl like her should just stay out of it. Of course, this lit her temper, and she ended up saving the boy by knocking out one of the bullies with just a single punch to his stomach.
She ended up befriending the boy, and so their friendship grew over the years. The boy, of course, didn't know that she was the daughter of the guardian dragons of the village. His innocent mind just thought of her as some odd girl with odd clothing from outside the village. Their friendship was more of her bossing him around, saying how he should be stronger and braver. Her dragon nature couldn't tolerate weakness after all.
Their happy days would not last however, since the boy had an uncurable terminal illness ever since he was born. One day, the boy stopped coming, and then she found out that he had passed away, his dream of going into the city unfulfilled. For the first time in her life, she felt a sad emptiness inside her chest.
And so, in honor of her friend, she enrolled in the academy. She wanted to know just what the boy found so attractive about the city.
Likes
Watching people from a distance
Wandering around looking at things
Solitude
Dislikes
Being underestimated
Useless chatter, especially with someone she doesn't like
Being in an embarrassing situation. Her pride simply could not take it.