Larula seems, mostly, to be an obliquely whimsical sort of fellow, and for the most part they prefer to be seen that way. With a heart for adventure and delving deep into esoteric facts and lore, they go with the flow and ebb with the flow, preferring to keep their ears out to listen and to share their tales only if asked. There is a lot to remember and retell as the Child of Stories, after all, and not every story they know is meant to become common knowledge. Under their mellow exterior and Shakespearan way of talk is a fear that beats deep in their heart: do not seek power. Do not seek that which thou cannot handle.

Friendly and always down for a chat, or to assist at a moment's notice, they're often at least little distracted by their work (or from their work) and only in rare cases can they keep their focus straight. Calm and seemingly collected much of the time, they flip to being surprisingly intense, or emotional, or serious, at a moment's notice when addressing something or someone they care about, and they care extremely easily -- deep inside they hold their preconceived duties to a high standard, and to them, taking care of the stygians around them is one of those duties. Deeply, unconsciously protective of others at their core. World's fakest idgaf-er, if you will.

Prefers being in their Carnivorous form most of the time. Takes their human avatar in places too small for them to fit, and takes their Dragon form if they need the aerial mobility. They have no reason to exert their true power, after all, let alone flaunt it for others to see.

Kingdom: The Halfway Express

A winding network of library metro trains that weave in and out of various dreamscape "stations", taking dreamers and nightmare realm denizens alike along to the next stop in their journeys, be that stop a location or a storybook. At the main interchange sits a bustling village in a valley, the residents any and all manner of aether beings who set up shop or more often, come and go, and deep underneath the valley where the roots of the Nightmare Tree stretch, lies the slow-beating heart of the kingdom's railways, deep in the abyss. While every train comes to rest at this junction every so often, there is only one train that will take people here -- and it only appears every once in a blue moon...

Trivia

• Speaks in Shakespearean English, which would make sense if their nightmare of origin was about theatre, but it's not. Didn't even gain the affect when they ascended to their branch. They've just always spoken this way. This, of course, makes their texting lingo... funky.
• In private, they are usually writing something. If asked about it they're likely to hide their notebooks and and pens away before anyone can get a chance to read, and if pressed for answers they tend to reply with many things, such as "fanfiction, but it is absolutely horrendous, I urge thou to avert thy eyes," or "must thou look upon my diary? That is not meant for thy eyes, I assure thee," or "completely confidential information, I mayeth not go back upon my word to keep it private." While they do write all of those, oftentimes they're covering what they really are writing down: observations of the dreams, nightmares, nightmare kingdoms and the stygians and treatlings they meet along the way, to commit to memory and scribble down into a story later. Remembrance is an important thing when one is made of nightmares and memories, after all.
• The trains of the Halfway Express are stuffed with books, in the bookshelf compartments and even in the seat pockets. Some of these books transport dreamers and nightmare denizens alike into a completely different nightmare, based off the contents of the book, but most of the books are normal... ish. Some are questionably published literature. Some are actually just fanfiction. At least a good percentage of these books are on loan from the Aetheneum (for the low price of making sure the lost nightmares and stories of old can be remembered).
• When in the valley town of their own kingdom, Larula blends into the crowd -- they have no reason to assert themself in their own home, after all. Nonetheless, they're easy to spot as someone with influence if one is observant enough -- the locals mention them in high praise and they are a welcome presence whenever they're around, even if no crowd flocks around them when they drop by. They visit the local library most often, if only to drop off new books and return any older books in circulation to the Aetheneum.