Though her clothing once changed as often as she changed names and disguises, her sudden exile from her homeworld left her with only the single outfit she'd been wearing at the time: a loose, navy tunic; black, ankle-length breeches; and gauntlets and toeless boots of black leather. A thick brown belt around her waist supports several pouches of assorted size, and these contain the only belongings she has anymore. There is also a blade she's named Occisor at her hip, too long to be a dagger, and too short to be a sword. Two snakes entwined around one another, one gold and the other silver, form its hilt. Both have eyes made from tiny chips of ruby. It is a magical blade, with powers only Dracona knows of.

She controls her expressions like fine masks, and the controlled falsity of her emotions once made her unpredictable and frightening. She is confident and aloof, and until she met Zzandorallen, had no one she'd call friend except as a kind of honorary title. She possesses a dry, sometimes acerbic, sense of humour, and a sharp wit. Rarely does Dracona lie, but her honesty is known to be vague and substantially lacking in detail, when she isn't being blunt to a fault.

The destruction of the world she failed to protect filled her with remorse, but it is a guilt she has mostly distanced herself from, since Kyzzyni's fall did not come as a surprise to her. After all, she never believed that a dozen or so simple, mortal Avatars really would be able to take on an entire army, god-given powers or no. Instead, she's more focused on the pit of shame her friend Zzan has fallen into, feeling both concern for his despair, and disgust for his self-pity. She's determined to find something to occupy him, and make him feel at least a little worthwhile again.

She can also wield powerful elemental magic (the primaries of earth, air, fire, and water only), and has shielding, healing, and short-range portal-making spells tucked up her sleeves as well. Her elemental skills are starting to fade since the death or disappearance of the God who strengthened them, and she suspects the gifted power will have completely faded in about a year, leaving her with only her original skilled, yet still mortal, elemental control.

She slipped away from home in her early teens, so her poverty-stricken family would have one less mouth to feed, surviving on petty thefts and pickpocketing as she made her way from the outlying forest city of Cironi, to the glorious Chyniaan capitol of Taryxis. By the time she'd reached the capitol, she had developed a fair repertoire of dark talents, and learned to love them. She was soon inducted into the Thieves' Guild, an establishment of fiends and blackhearts that existed in the capitol's secret underworld. She cast aside her birth-name, cut down the word 'draconian' into 'Dracona', and took it on as her primary alias.

Through the years, with training and practice, her skills advanced by leaps and bounds. Eventually no other thief in the Guild was stealthier, nor more agile, nor deadlier than she, and only the learned mage-thieves had stronger magical powers. Her foul exploits and her ability to rename faceless and nameless led the Royal Guards of the city to start calling her 'the Dark Draconian', and the name soon became one known throughout all of the city and stretched into many lands beyond. Good folk lived in dread of her, and evil folk would pay half a lifetime's fortune to hire her services. Though she rarely left the city, she was never caught at any of her deeds. Even when she was hired to assassinate the monarch of Chyniaa, King Egyy, and succeeded, it was only popular rumour that pinned the deed down as one of the Dark Draconian's, for she had left no evidence--or witnesses--behind.

She might have continued down that dark road until the end of her days, fated by her ways to die at a hangman's noose, had not her God stepped down from the heavens and changed her path Himself. War had broken out between the Gods, with Gorum and Flarn, the Gods of Chaos and Human Evil, turning against their brethren, and unleashing an army of demons across Kyzzyni. Dracona's chosen God was Lloyd, God of the Elements, and He chose her to be His Avatar, to fight against the army that He and His kin could not touch. He gifted her with half His powers, shooting her journeyman skills up to demigod strength, and commanded her to head far north, to where Gorum and Flarn's army gathered and prepared.

Others joined her along the way, beginning with the man Zzandorallen, a human with none of the evil in him possessed by his kin, who hid his unfortunate species in the magical guise of a rabbit-morph, and was the chosen Avatar of Ilynessa, the oldest and wisest of the Gods, and the Goddess of Magic. There were others as well, but among them all, only the quiet and compassionate Zzan was able to charm the draconian with the innocence she so lacked, and earn the stalwart loyalty of her friendship. The others were merely annoyances she had to deal with, factors to tolerate in a mission she'd been assigned.

Though they should have been brought together in their purpose, the Avatars instead squabbled often, confused and unsure in their sudden positions of power and importance. Despite how hard and earnestly they tried, they could not do enough, and were unable to find every single one of the Gods' chosen Avatars so that their gifted god-powers could be turned on the army that threatened the entire world. The evil legions spread too fast for the mortal Avatars to handle, and began Kyzzyni's dark Apocalypse.

Dracona should have died with her world and her God, but when the Goddess Ilynessa used the last of Her power to send Her Avatar Zzandorallen to safety, she caught Dracona, his closest friend, into Her spell as well. The two were whisked off, without guidance, and dropped onto a world called Mythicalae, the only survivors of a war between Gods.