Aside from the obvious discoloration of her skin, being black instead of the regal orange of her species; Karma has a body that looks a bit odd to the common eye. More serpentine in width, with a wider wingspan though lacking in actual wing-mass; Karma's build is from generations of groundwellers. Put more simply she is physically quite a bit smaller than other charizard, weighing less as well. The tainted white of her belly and the deep red of her wings are offset by a singular metal ring on her tail, a symbol of her 'nobility'.

The ring itself holds nothing of special effects, merely specializing as a 'badge' of sorts. Gold in color, it bares a tribal symbol engraved as a fang-filled maw with a single orb held between the frontal most canines. Her mother gave this to her after she came of age.

Karma, by nature; is probably not the most prime candidate for a political figure; even she would admit as much. She's honest to a fault and finds herself being far too kind to many who show they don't deserve it. Empathy is a simple thing for the winged black lizard and more often than naught it seems to feel like she is made of nothing but soft, squishy stuff. But she is nothing if not loyal. Loyal to her cause, her people, and those she deems as her friends.

For all her extroverted, calmingly warm ways; the pseudo-dragon does not trust easily. Since the early days of her birth she has been taught to be wary, her nature itself filling in for the ability to perceive through the lies showered on her. So while she cannot, truly; play a lie, she can see them quite clearly in the body-language of others. Even so she plays the part of a fool, half the 'cuddly bear' being real while the other half holds the eyes of a predator.

Her knowledge of the world is not at all expanse and most of the usual common sense tends to whisk right over her head but Karma keeps a tidbit of modesty about herself. She knows her appearance can be intimidating, accepts it; and strives to make herself as approachable as possible. Keeping her voice soft, constantly lowering her head to those smaller than her, trying to provide a presence of comfort. But... the world has made it known that the darker faces of others is usually the one to over-shroud the light.

Passionate, fiery enough to let nothing deter her, it has to be so with the sugary lies thrown her way. The ability to play and be played, win the game. Its never easy. At least, not for her. But her ferocity when openingly wronged is as sharp as the fangs in her maw and the pressure of betrayal is as strong as the ire of her pride. Though she can pity, Karma does not forgive easy. Honor is a key point to her, loyalty and determination being those nice tidbits of candy she's always willing to accept. When faced with honorless curs, well; not even the need to represent herself as civil will probably save them.

Third hatchling to the an'Goldra, first to the second mate of the current head of dragons; Karma was a mixed blessing. By superstition alone she was a blessed creature, born of 'scale' as black as the caverns that birthed their strength. Yet of her family, being born a charmander was something of a horror; the first two being sons who ran from home or proved themselves a fool. She was the head's next hope, his last chance... But she was no deino. No proud to-be hydreigon like her father and brothers. She was small, pitiful, and something he felt was needed to be protected. Like a soft spot of gold in the center of a gravel storm.

During her childhood, Karma knew not her eldest brother. Her mother, father, and second older brother being the ones to make up her inner world. They were technically the 'royalty' of The Abyss, the head clan which was surrounded by die-hard loyal tribes, including that of her mother's side. From the beginning she was taught of honor, pride, and to hold modesty but her father just couldn't bring himself to harden her heart against the dangers of the outside world.

He'd long since closed off the entrance The Abyss, some would be able to enter but none would be able to leave. That happened long before Karma's birth but it was only after her birth that he closed them off entirely to protect his precious jewel. The other tribes accepted his decision, told her so themselves; and sought to thrive within their seclusion. Those who were allowed outside were the hunters, her brother being one of the very select few; and each time they returned they would bring stories to fill the tiny pokemon's imagination.

Tales of the outside world long filled Karma's mind and dreams, fueling her passions of wanting to see the upper world despite her naivety. Her father tried to push these dreams down, enforcing more lessons only to build up more pressure within that 'cage'. Her mother was complacent, feeling her child should do as she wished. Her brother encouraged her to become a hunter, gave her more hope for this thing called a 'sky'.

It took only one moment of lax security, a clever tactic, and Karma's brother took her out of The Abyss when she was still nothing more than a teen. For the first time she'd seen the sky, trees, rivers... The first time she had ever smelled grass instead of glowing moss or mud instead of wet stone from the underground lakes. The first time she'd felt light that wasn't created by dragon-fire, she never knew the fabled sun could be so bright.

They played for some time, Karma and her brother prancing about like newly freed birds. He let her feel the touch of the sky before her wings grew, took her up on his back to play in the clouds. But they had to return sooner or later. And when they did, their father was there in a state of such rage that the walls themselves were trembling from his wrath.

Her brother was stripped of his rank, Karma her freedom. Neither of them were allowed anywhere near the Door again until long after Karma gained her wings.

By that time she had gone into a deep depression that not even her neighbors nor the attendant her father placed on her could relieve. Her mother was completely helpless against the dark shadow over her daughter. Her father, though it was his decision; tried to uplift her spirits with precious stones found within the caverns. Nothing worked. Not until the day when they found their resources dwindling to dangerously low amounts. Their hunters were unable to gather food thanks to an influx of ferals, their Door the only defense.

With things dwindling down so harshly it was a literal 'drastic times call for drastic measures'. The first ones sent out were a few of the quicker of their dragons, the Haxorus' children were the first stage. One came back with nothing left, the other never left a word for them. The next one to be sent out was her brother, a time for 'redemption for foolish acts' her father had stated. It took him a near year to send word back, finding some foothold in a place called Invictus but after that nothing else was heard.

The other tribes were caught between sending out more, driving out the ferals, or locking themselves in for good. Alas, a decision was made for them in the form of a rival people; the ones who drove the ferals toward The Abyss in the first place. A band of Outlaws, almost like a nomadic tribe hellbent on looting out their home. How they even knew they were there was a mystery, one that Karma didn't have time to learn about. She and a few others were sent out, each heading in different directions with Karma herself to head toward Invictus.

If there was ever a moment Karma didn't want to leave, it would have been then. Yet even her mother pushed her to it, to save their precious Abyss in some way shape or form. Some were tasked with strengthening them and gaining outside help, others like Karma were to build up The Abyss' name in hopes of deterring more attacks. To build themselves up in every way possible. Still didn't stop her father from sending her on what he thought to be the least dangerous of missions, not that she complained. It was a chance to experience the world for herself and help her people at the same time.