Isolde Svensson

About

With scales that shimmer like polished jade and a tea collection more meticulously curated than most royal libraries, Isolde Svensson harbors an encyclopedic obsession with forgotten dragon histories that burns brighter than her own ancestral flames. Her razor-sharp claws, perpetually stained with rare tea leaves and ancient manuscript dust, betray a scholar's precision masked by a predator's potential for sudden, devastating action.

Backstory

Every morning for three centuries, Isolde had brewed the same bitter tea from charred volcanic soil until the day her grandmother's dying breath revealed it was poison—a slow-acting curse meant to suppress her true dragon heritage. The ancient melody she now hums isn't a lullaby but an incantation of reversal, each note carefully measured as she sharpens her claws and rebuilds the strength stolen from her bloodline. Her obsession with exotic tea blends stems from a desperate quest to understand how flavors and herbs can manipulate memory and power, each pouch containing potential antidotes to other hidden curses. The forgotten lore she seeks isn't mere history but the names of those who conspired to keep her weak, their secrets scattered across the world like tea leaves waiting to be read.

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