Anna Welington Civlethrip

Annabell, Though some know her as Welington. Is a very posh and regal silver Dragon living in the Feywild with her family. Long ago she was ruler of Mor-thir's Northern lands. She lead wars against the Underdark, rival nations and all nine circles of Hell. Not even death could stop her.
However that is now all distant history for her. Presently she indulges in a life of luxury and plenty. With the nation she once ruled over believing she was dead the opportunity arose to leave a life behind and start a new one.

Fallen far from her prime, The woman who once commanded armies, Now her greatest achievement is leaving the house that day. A mother to six children from three different fathers her life has become all about her indulgence and relaxation.
Though her regal and posh personality hasn't changed much her patience and self-control have. Her days lazing around the house stuffing her face with all the treats she could want and more have lead her becoming four times the woman she once was, Literally. Packing on an absorbent amount of weight, Its gotten to the point where she is struggling to fly, Her wings lacking sufficient strength to lift her new heftiness.

Her current husbanded Xelor the biggest enabler of her current lifestyle. Weather from his simple lavish love and passion for Annabell or some deep taboo desire he has done everything in his power to have her as comfy as possible.
Her once well mannered and professional demeanor have given way to a more greedy and bratty personality. Perhaps her Draconic urges finally coming through or because of being spoiled for a number of years. Most likely both.
But, The rumours years ago saying that the cold country had frozen her face so she never smiles. Since giving into her indulgent ways its been hard to get her to stop smiling, even the hearty laugh escapes her nowadays.

While in the lands of Oxrtrad Annabell was a master of combat with sword and shield, Able to blend the two together. Both being as deadly as each other. Though the skills have not left her, They are buried under layers and layers of her gluttony. Years of indulgence have left her obese and unfit. Unable to make to moves she once did and running out of stamina before a real battle would properly begin.
Her sword the Name Sits mounted in her bedroom. Well cleaned and maintained by her personally. Its not been neglected merely enjoying the pampering of retirement just like its master.

Finding ways to spend the day has been Annabell's biggest challenge. The years of retirement have started to wane their enjoyment. Craving something to do. The Feywild has a fraction of the social aspects as the mortal plane dose. Fey are least likely to hold parties or social gatherings just to mingle, The culture is very different. Though perhaps the self-claimed nations have something going on?
The idea to return to Mor-Thir has been floating around her mind lately, Simply to enjoy some of the socializing she desperately craved. though would people recognise her? If the didn't she held no status to get into high end society and if she was reconised there would be hell to pay.

Civlethrip
A draconic name meaning Death-Frost or Dead-Frost A name befitting the Queen of Oxtrad holding power of the Blizzard and the grave

Once Queen
As Queen Welington is calm yet cold, Problems are solved under her rule but personal complaints are be-little'd. Always fighting with the various guild master's of the land with there ever increasing greed and pride. Very recently it seems they have been conspiring against the Queen in an attempt to marry her off. Welington has snapped off any and all attempts at this thus far, Her true Relationship still being kept a tight secret. These movements have begun to root in Welington's mind however. Perhaps her time as ruler should give way to a new generation And she can live a normal life free of responsibility.

Outsider her position of Queen Welington has a strong social life. She travels more often then most other leaders in Mor-Thir, Making her best effort to attend as many fancy parties and events as she can, birthdays of the leaders and their children, the seasonal festivals and other similar events. She takes delight and pride in her fashion collection, having a massive selection of dresses, outfits and gowlns from all over Mor-thir and beyond.

As Dragon, Welington is a fierce leader. she fights on the front lines and puts her country before herself, but none would call her kind.
Ever pushing Oxtrad's magical might.
During the conflict against Covania she made her name known.
Fierce master of Undeath. she called the howling bitter cold blizzards of Oxtrad's mountains upon the Covanian armies.
She raised the her dead foes against their former comrades as well as her own troops who had not fulfilled their blood for Oxtrad.

Fighting as a Mortal alongside her people she rarely took her true form. Considering herself one with Oxtrad and her people she would fight as one. It is not documented if Welington ever showed her true form during that war but only a fool would think the Queen of Oxtrad so honorable against her enemy. The stories say that if you ever did see the Dragoness of Oxtrad it was the last sight walking upon this material plane.

Welington has been the strongest leader of Oxtrad for a number of years, her position has been challenged multiple times as is the right of any citizen of Oxtrad yet none have succeeded, yet.

Even before she became Queen Welington was always in nobility, Raised by a guild family during her childhood. Her Parents she barely knows, cared for by maids and other guardians through out most of her childhood. Human guardians at that.
An elf's life span far exceeds most mortals and as she barely aged she watched her care takers grow old and weary.
Before she became Queen Welington made her way up in the ranks of Oxtrad's military.

She only ever saw her Father and mother a handful of times. today she still doesn't know where either of them are or even if they still breath.
Her Father in particular she wishes to find and punish.

Duties
I Am Queen Of Oxtrad, rightful ruler of these lands, I command its armies and lead its people. I have pillaged the Underdark in its name and protected its lands from invaders of all realms. Over 80 years i have served Oxtrad and its people and i feel my leadship has run it course. I believe more and more that a new leader should take my place but finding one suitable is a challenge in itself. but within the next year or two I intend to relinquish Oxtrad's crown to its next leader.
I have made up my mind, I want to live for me and my family, I have ruled Oxtrad for more years than anyone should. But simple want is not enough, I know what must be done but is there someone strong enough to take my place?

Life's Pleasures
Beautiful Growls impossible to move in, the snobby chatter of high society from people who have never worked a day in their life's, the smell of food and wine as its chauffeured around by waiters on silver dinner plates. Floors polished to a mirror shine, Mansions the size of small towns. This is the life i dream of. As queen i am formally invited to any and every major event happening in Oxtrad, an opportunity to wear one of my outfits I cherish and loose my self in self indulgence if not only for an evening. leave running the nation behind and just enjoy being part of it.
The concern for assassins has been brought to me many times but if the risk for attending these events is my life then its a worthy payment. the rivers of gore from the battlefield way heavy on my mind, but they seem most far away when i am dancing the night away.

Outlawed Races
Race never held any merit in my nation, aside from the Goliaths who tamed these lands long before I, any man woman or other be they beast human or monster they were judged upon their achievements and actions. But war has ways of manipulating the world around it, and so i along with the other rulers Outlawed some select races we thought deserved the blame. Personally i never enforced that law in my country but the other guild masters seemed to relish in it. I could do nothing but stand by and watch when it became political.
Where it not for the Harsh conditions of Oxtrad there may have been many more havens for the outlawed.

Covania and Its rulers

Reton and Its Rulers
Cowards, In war they sat on the side lines and when faced with conflict they accepted defeat almost instantly. But they are much easier to talk to than Covania's rulers.

Draconic Heritage
It is known by most that Dragons tend to follow a certain code. Depending on our scales most mortals are able to tell right away how dangerous we are. This while effective is not a perfect system. Lesser known as with people, Dragon can also change their ways for better or for worse.
When I was still a hatchling I was a brilliant silver sheen, A kind helpful dragon by most mortal standards. I was bright eyes and excited to see the world. As ruler of Oxtrad is has clogged my heart with the worst of mortality the war took a mighty toll on me, as the enemies fell to my blade and claw my scales lost their perfect silver sheen. Becoming as white as the snow on the peaks of Oxtrad. My temperament has not improved even after the war. The position of Queen is toxic to my being, All the more reason to find a suitable replacement quickly..

Nightmares
Small spaces, stone tables, saws, restraints, it is all panful to see. I often think I have moved past it but every time its brought up i am right back on that stone table. its….horrifying

The Long Road
I have made up my mind, I want to live for me and my family, I have ruled Oxtrad for more years than anyone should. But simple want is not enough, I know what must be done but is there someone strong enough to take my place?

Hoard
The word Hoard is such a mortal thing. We dragons prefer something closer to 'collection' or 'selection' The noble side of me would say that Oxtrad itself is my collection, Its people, Its land, Its resources. But most adventures are looking for something more tangible. to that i say my collection of clothes, The finest fashion from all over Mor-Thir and beyond. Most of it only fits my mortal form however I do have a few to fit my true form. The jewels and treasure I keep are all on the clothing i wear. I am quite proud of it personally.

Lair
My lair? i have never really considered any particular location a 'lair' so to speak. Perhaps my Castle. or the deep room bellow that shall not be mentioned. Most dragons have a lair that is mostly private, however my castle has servants, knights and other political figures around it daily so i have never considered it a 'Lair' perhaps its something i can work on if i am ever released of Queenly duties. a large mansion isolated but still in eye view of a decent sized town. i could be the rich wealthy lady who only ever enters town to brows the tailor and buy a hot meal.

Meeting Silvesta
I met my Ex-Fiancée Silvesta some years ago. He owns a popular Inn on the Fridged Coast, I stumbled in one night out of my royal attire, hidden by a cloak. he was very kind and charming, he says he was smitten right away but its hard to believe him.
He was married once before so I know how much love it must have taken for him to ask me, I couldn't say no. with him, the promise of a quite life docent seem impossible.
We had one daughter together named Galatea. What ended our relationship was my death during the trip to Greyhawk. although I came back the damage was done and he couldn't even look at me. Its hard for a heart to be repaired after its shattered.

Meeting Fenris
My Kidnapper for lack of a better term, Intercepted my soul after my death in the Sera Sand-Sea. I lost most of my memory during the time i was with him. we parted ways shortly after our work for Narkul began. after recovering my memory I tracked him down to rend him through….but somehow i ended up sleeping with the charlatan. I was bewildered at the time, Utter shame and confusion at how it happened. That man merely lay in bed grinning with smugness. i had no words his last were “would you like to go again” I stormed out. that one shameful night gave me my second daughter Mordica. I don't know were Fenris is now.

Meeting Zelor
It had been a number of years since abandoning my leadership of Oxtrad, although I thought myself no longer its leader I knew the Crown would come for me eventually so I had work to do. Turning to a power higher than my own, I swallowed my pride and asked the gods to sever my ties to the Crown. One answered

Firstborn Galatea

Middle-Child Mordica

God-Gifted Lidica

Youngest Daughter