"Emra was once a witch who sought power in the dying embers of a fallen dragon. Through a forbidden ritual, she bound its flame into her own body - but something answered from within. Now she walks the line between control and ruin, letting the fire decide who burns." 

Emra should feel like barely contained power. She’s constantly slipping, unstable, shifting between control and whispers. Sometimes composed, sometimes cracking. Hint of voices in her head / something answering back (the dragon force).