Name: Caephora Drakar

Age: 26

Species: Woodland Scorpion

Sex: Female

Occupation: Head of Draphora Pharmaceuticals

Height: 4'10

Weight: 135 lbs

Bust: 34 C

Build: Short, but very leggy and has subtle curves.

Loves: Papaya juice, tiger lilies, all manner of books, and red wine.

Likes: Being able to laze about, long walks in the woods, and taking exceedingly long showers.

Dislikes: Spoilers to stories, being called “Short” or “Stumpy”, and chocolate.

Hates: People who draw attention to and make fun of her secondary arms.

Personality: Very down to earth and sort of motherly. She's the kind of person you could go to if you really needed advice, hence her occupation as a therapist. Very slow to anger and often too kind for her own good, Caephora has a soothing presence around her. Be warned, though, once you've pushed her off the edge, there's no telling just how badly she may hurt you.

Personal History:

Caephora is no stranger to the harsher side of life, but has always managed to keep smiling. Always having a thirst for knowledge about plants and medicine since her late mother passed away from a incurable disease, the young scorpion traveled all around the globe at the tender age of ten, procuring for herself a deep understanding of the world of medicinal herbs and natural remedies. Many were the nights that she spent in the home of a stranger, in the grassy fields lit by moonlight, or in the darkened forests where life bustled about in wild wonder. Despite the ever encroaching sense of loneliness that plagued her mind at times, Caephora never lost her smile. To the random travelers she met, she was a perfect ray of sunshine, willing to land a hand where it was needed and only for a little shelter in return. It was during one of these chance in encounters that she met up with a dragoness by the name of Isobel.

The vividly colored dragoness was on a personal journey of her own, seeking to find more of her kin and to finally have a place to call home. This gave Caephora an idea. Seeing as how they were two lonely souls caught with wanderlust, why not stick together? The pair traveled long and far, doing whatever they could to fuel their journey along the way. This meant that at times, they had to delve into the darker side of things. Caephora, with her extensive knowledge of flora, had managed to craft some of the most potent poisons and floral concoctions in the world; she was well-known to the criminal underworld as a potential supplier, should any family persuade her to work for them. The two always had each others backs: Caephora's knowledge of poisons and her personal concoctions made for handy tools whenever threats arose, and Isobel's sheer power was enough to intimidate any ruffian that dared tried to get their hands upon Caephora's knowledge.

When at last their journey seemed to hit a wall in the city of New Paris due to lack of funds and the increasing boldness of those out to steal Caephora's secrets, the pair decided to go their separate ways, still keeping in contact and arranging meetings every now and then. With the city's limitless resources, it wasn't long before Caephora set up her own business, creating new and unique medical supplies and serums. In just three years time after coming to New Paris, the now elder scorpion was firmly entrenched as one of the most leading medical figures of the world, with her seemingly mystical cures being used all around the globe. But with all that fame came an increase in the threats. A sinister lizard necromancer now had her eyes set upon the scorpion and her extensive knowledge of poisons, medicines, and the rarest of plant life. The two had met only once years ago, back when she was still traversing the world. Caephora had come upon the lizard woman as she was foraging Deathcaps in a swamp just outside of the town of Roarkshire, a few miles outside the city of New Paris.

When Caephora had met Phaera, the first thing she immediately noticed was the bandages wrapped about her torso. Taking pity on the injured woman, Caephora offered to help tend to her injuries, but the woman refused. Referring to herself as Phaera, she begged the scorpion to help her dying sister. Following the hybrid to a ruined saw mill, Caephora was surprised at what she saw. The lizard's sibling, near identical in appearance, was far beyond the point of saving. The injuries she sustained were too severe; crushed bones and deep lacerations that could not be healed with what she had. And knowing she'd never survive the trip to the city, Caephora could do nothing more than to make her comfortable before the inevitable passing into the next life. She felt the pains of guilt as the sobbing sister thanked her profusely, knowing all too well the hatred that would come only days later when Phaera's sibling would pass away.



Saddened by her own inability to save yet another person from death, Caephora knew that despite her efforts, her journey was not over. She had the knowledge, but she needed to apply it. Spending years holed up in her laboratory in New Paris, the scorpion sought to craft the perfect drug that could bring those back from the brink of death; not resurrect the dead, but to steal lives back from death's doorstep. All her hard earned knowledge eventually lead her to a solution: a combination of herbs that could cure almost any disease, and even restore life to necrotic tissue. However, with something that strong nearly in her grasp, life had to intervene. During one of the testing phases, there was a break in at the lab. A brutish eye-patched canine had muscled his way passed security, slaughtered any of her colleagues that attempted to stop him, and made off with the formula for the drug. In the blink of an eye, Caephora's work was snatched away from her. Downright depressed, the scorpion spent months trying to gather the materials, but then she heard a strange rumor: A mysterious man had been seen in and around New Paris, offering outlandish deals and claiming the unnatural feat of being able to raise the dead. To the general public, it was nothing more than an urban legend, but given how her formula was stolen... Caephora was intrigued to see if there was any truth in this rumor.

Deciding to take on another period of journeying in her life, Caephora set out to find this mysterious man and whatever secret he was hiding. And, perhaps if fate allowed, she'd find her missing formula once again.

Caephora is mine
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