Xy is only 5 feet tall, long mousy brown hair with poison green eyes. Her head quills will lower and raise according to her mood, lowered is happy raised is everything else, and her tail is four feet long. Her skin is a light golden hue and is smooth in places where it's not covered in scales, scales that cover her spine, shoulders, elbows and knees. She is rather pretty and cute, with a chest befitting her body size, and a innocent looking face.
Unpredictable, Xyaban just wants to see the world burn, all while carrying for her baby, her hand made stuffed dragon baby that she truly believes is alive. Rational thought is something she is not known for. Her usual line of thinking is; can I kill it? Yes? Good. No? Try anyway. All else fails, set it on fire. She's promiscuous at times as well, she feel pain as pleasure, which can make it hard to fight her sometimes. It's best not to cross paths with her, unless you're a child, she won't harm children, at least not directly, and will at times help a child in need, even if she was the one that created that need.
Her past was filled with abuse from the two dragons she thinks are her parents, when in fact they stole her egg from her true mother before she even had laid Xyaban's egg. Truly an evil pair of dragons, they beat and taunted Xyaban since she hatched, she was also starved, stunting her growth to her small five foot size. But make no mistake, Xyaban's magical powers and physical strength are still impressive for her size! Her 'parents' would allow other dragons to abuse her and use her for their own pleasure, including making her kill captives in varying ways, in exchange for treasures from their hordes. It was her killing that eventually made her find her natural talents for poisons and toxins, her body producing them naturally. Her mind eventually broke and she accepted it, started to enjoy it and the pain, it's when she started to feel pain as pleasure, believes that they are one and the same.
At some point she broke entirely. Her 'mother' laid her own clutch of eggs and when the two dragons left her alone, Xyaban broke them open and ate her fill, and after hundreds of years of starvation it was the best meal she had ever had. Obviously this didn't go well with the other dragons, and they attacked her. Xyaban's magial talent roared to life to protect her and she instinctively used it and her natural poisons and toxins to kill both larger full dragons.
After that Xyaban was at a loss with what to do with her life as she wondered out the cave she had been hatched in for the first time ever into the world. A world that she saw was ready for her to murder her way from one end to the other, because it was all she knew in her life; kill or be killed. As the years went on and Xy made a bloody swath across the lands, her mind slowly started to heal, all the while she improved upon and enhanced her magic and her poison abilities. She learned that she could make all kinds of different useful and deadly concoctions in her body, and that she could use them in a bite, or in spit them inject them directly with a needle like bone that can spring out from under her left wrist.
Children were always something she seemed to be more stable around, and in time wanted a child of her own. After years of help from a few friends she had made Xy was getting on track to a normal-ish life, even managing to get pregnant, though her promiscuity made it so she didn't know who the father might be until the egg hatched. But it was a grounding point for her, and a true tipping point; if the baby was healthy she had a good chance to leave her past behind, otherwise…
And here we have where, in Xyaban's own mind, her history diverges from what really happened. In reality, the egg she laid was dead, however, Xyaban refused to accept that and spent over forty years with the egg, barely eating enough to survive. Until one day, in her stupor, her mind created the idea that the egg had hatched and Xyaban next found a way to create a woollen and stuffed baby dragon that she calls Kirin. She carried it around and speaks to the stuff toy like it was a living baby, and it's a bad idea to point such a thing out to her and she turns violent at the idea of her baby being fake.
Since that time she had gone back to her old, murdering her way around the lands, now with baby at her hip. She spreads her poisons everywhere she can while she travels, just wanting to watch the world burn and decay around her.