Terranox and her five siblings were stolen young, their infamous parents smited by elite dragonslayers. Being a part of a unique lineage of a near extinct subspecies of red dragon, she matured at an incredible rate, eventually slipping away from her captors and ending up in the care of a kind, young seamstress. Through her, the dragon girl learned the wonders of clothing, speech, reading, and unfortunately, the wonderful sensation of a living meal. Eventually, her height became impossible to disguise as human-like and she adapted to using her growing magical talents at reducing it temporarily, to blend in when needed and during other times live in her own in her parent's old cavern. While long-since stripped of everything of value, she has taken it upon herself to rebuild the once-great hoard and start a new brood of her very own~ The heavily trafficked roads below are again starting to face mysterious disappearances, particularly when it comes to evildoers. The dragoness is already building herself an infamous if mild reputation. The halls of her new home are lined with glimmering masses of gold she inherited, but also her own personal library full of pilfered and plundered books.

For those trying to hunt her down, the chances of success are, well, not great. Without an item/weapon built for the sole purpose of subjugating or binding dragons, she is nigh invincible. Magic ricochets wildly off of her form, and steel bounces off just as harmlessly, though the mild discomfort it provides is a surefire way to earn her mildly inconvenienced wrath. Her deceptively strong body can overpower most anyone or anything that gets close enough, and her sharp eyes can spot potential prey from massive distances. For reasons unknown, Terranox is particularly merciless to rogue/mercenary types, who are often the first to find out that she's just as strong on the inside. Fortunately, she has yet to achieve the notoriety to warrant a professional party to chase her down.

On the bright side, she has weaknesses. In particular, more unorthodox approaches are a good way to get close. Massages and stomach rubs (inside or out) are more effective than conventional weaponry at making her squirm. She has slightly dulled hearing and sense of smell. So sneaking around her when her back is turned isn't terribly hard. She's also vulnerable to being talked to and distracted from her primal hunger, as most people she meet just like to scream. She's not -all- mean, especially to her fellow dragonfolk who earn a soft spot in her heart as long as they're not actively contesting her for food. Perhaps it is high time she sought out starting a brood of her own. To most others who are fortunate enough to end up as acquaintance, Terra and her eating habits still do take some getting used to.