Request and OC by Faith71504. Sorry if I got anything wrong about her character.
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Third person point of view-

She wandered around, cold and scared; terrified of the world in fact. And yet fascinated by the world. It's beautiful, extravigate creatures, all so unique, so enticing. Those majestic creature that others called monsters. She more like one of them then human, and really, she was. Perhaps it was not the world that scared her, but rather humanity itself, the most cruel creatures in the world. Hypocrisy, hate against themselves just for gender or sexuality or race. That was truly terrifying. She did not belong with them anyway, and they had shown that too her long ago.
Pure black, near rapilian skin with and iris of deep, gorgeous purple with hints of green to it hue surrounded by a magenta iris. Her ears came to a point and she stood past seven feet tall. She pulled her dark grey cloak closer to her body, covering her grey t-shirt, jeans, and brown boots that were badly worn and stained in hardened mud.
She took in a deep breath, calming herself as she shivered beneath her the grey of her hood. The rain. It was getting heavier. A hiss slipped past her clenched teeth as a drop of the skies pure liquid touched her cheek, burning it purple as it seethed upon her skin like acid.

  I need to get out of this rain, but there's nothing but desert!

She looked up with her inverted vision, looking around for cover but all there was was vast desert. What else was to be expected in the badlands? Definitely not a sudden cloudburst. After giving out a small whimper, her purple eyes finally spotted hope; the tall mountains. It would not take too long to get to them/ perhaps she could find a cave or an overhang, anything that can provide shelter until the rain passes.
Her long carried over to her destination, taking a few minutes and a few more burns against her face and legs from contact with the rain and splashing water that she walked upon, splashing higher than normal with her increased weight from her height. Finally she reached it, the tallest mountain of them all that stretched off of the mainland almost like an island of sorts.
As she walked up towards it, she noticed the strange architecture, an arc that acted as an entrance for the slim pathway to lead up to  the mountaintop. Her eyes scanned it with such curiosity.

  Orcish. It's been awhile since I've seen something like this.

She walked beneath it, going over to the base of the steps, but as her eyes looked up, she grew anxious. The steps were so worse and destroyed, and even worse with how close it was to the ocean. One slip and she would fall into the crle waters below, sure to be the equivalent of falling into lava for her. No. She would not risk it.
Her head turned, eyes resting on the top of the mountain. As if the wind obayed her command, it swirled around her body, carrying the glowing purple particles around her tall body. The world swayed violently before her entire body vanished, reappearing at the top of the mountain. Teleportation. Always useful.
Once she was on top, her eyes scanned the area, taking in the beauty. It was marvelous, the structures of ancient orcish buildings, a statue of the magic goddess herself. It was all so breathtaking.
As much as she wanted to continue basking over the flawless architecture, she knew that she needed to get out of this rain as quickly as possible. The girl pulled her cloak closer, trying to keep all of her skin underneath it, but it was difficult. Burns were continuing to grow across her body as the water hit her, purple eyes welling with acidic tears.
Her eyes looked up to a building, walking up the steps when she decided to take shelter there until the rain cleared. As she walked underneath the doorway, she found that it was filled with magic that left her in wonder. Whoever lived here dabbled in the arts, just as she did. Before she could get very far into the room, there was a click like an opening and closing door, then a tall man turned the corner from around the second doorway. Her heart raced, a panic flooding her system.
Drake jumped as he looked up at her, an arm shooting out as if he were about to use a magic blast against her. She stepped back, a fear flooding into her violet and magenta orbs. Drake's harsh gaze was quick to soften, growing more curious and full of awe. His eyes scanned her, taking in her black skin and eyes reflecting his right eyes. She was even taller than him, her head so close to scraping against the ceiling, with her purple hair cascading over her shoulders.
His eyes moved down, taking in the purple glow that burst around her hand. A Mage.

  "Who are you?" He looked her in the eyes, deep voice stern and demanding.

She did not hesitate. "...Freak. People call me Freak."

Drake's enderman ear lowered, taking down his defensive stance. She to relaxed, the glow on her hand dimming but she remained cautious. He knew what it was like to be known as that, to just be a disgrace in the eyes of others. Yet, she seemed almost clueless of the harsh nature of the word, or had she just grown used to it. It made him uneasy and empathetic.

  "Oh, well... No. That name is no good!" The girl straightened her long spine, purple eyes growing from his intimidation. "You need a proper name. Do you...mind if I call you...Eae?"

Her eyes lit up as if she were a puppy, a smile spreading across her face. Her magic faded around her hand, no longer threatened. He didn't expect her to run up and grab him into her embrace, holding him as she hoped and cheered with joy. She only stopped when Drake hit his head on the ceiling.

  "I'm so sorry!" She frantically said as she set him back down, the hybrid rubbing the back of his head as he hissed but forced himself to smile.

  "I-I'm fine! Just...ow." He sat down on the end of his bed, head spinning, ears ringing, and a pounding ache in the back of his skull.

She decided to sit down next to him, looking over him with worried eyes. Drake signed and let his hand fall onto his lap before moving his gaze back towards the oddity of a girl. His smile returned, gentle. Then he gasped when he saw the pink flesh that was exposed from her burns.
She was modest about them, telling him not to worry, but Drake insisted, going over to his backpack to pull out bandages. She flinched as he touched her to tend to her wounds, not used to the feeling of gentle contact. When she finally relaxed and allowed him to do his thing, it felt oddly nice.
Eae felt this strange feeling tug at her chest, something that she had never felt before. All of this was so bizarre. He was a hybrid, an ender hybrid just like herself and yet he was more human than her. Never before had she ever seen another hybrid, much less one that was part human.

  "So," His smooth voice like silk snapped her out of her thoughts. "Where did you come from? I mean, where do you live?"

At first she was despondent until finally her voice slipped past her jagged lips. "A village to the east. I had no family, no one to tell me why I'm like this...the children at the orphanage...bullied me relentlessly. I was an outcast until I was eventually cast out because they viewed me as a monster."

The half human growled, not looking away as he patched her up. "Really now? That's just sick what people do."

She smiled anyway. "Yeah, but now I'm an adventurer! I explore places and document the creatures that I find!"

Drake chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Is that so? Well, since it's still raining, why don't you tell me about your findings while we wait for the weather to pass?"

She was more than willing to. So the two sat there and talked, Eae telling her new friend all about her adventures and wonderful findings, each word captivating the male that stared at her, listening with such fascination. After awhile, she asked about him, his only reply being that he was alone and his past was far too complicated for him to explain. She insisted, and so he told her everything, trying his best to explain whenever she was confused. His story enticed her.

Afterwards, she was at a loss of words. "Wow. I've heard of...Him. I never thought I would meet anyone who actually faced him and lived."

His warm smile brought that tugging feeling back to her chest as he laughed and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, well...my days of facing Him aren't over. And they won't be until I save Armen or die trying."

She loved the boldness, the bravery and determination behind his words. Then she noticed a rise in warm that went up her neck and into her cheeks, odd and uncomfortable. She looked away and thought about everything he had said. It was so amazing, so...adventurous. Even with it's dangers, the girl found herself wanting to be a part of it, to break away from the same old thing and join in something that no one beside this man standing before her could ever dream of facing.

Her lips quivered, trying to get her words out. "What's your name?"

The male replied, "Drake. You can call me Drake."

Her smile grew. "Well, Drake...how about..." She cleared her though. "I want to join you in saving your friend."

Drake let out a silent gasp. She actually wanted to help? She was willing to put her life of the line for someone that she had just met? He scratched the back of his head, telling her that it was dangerous and he did not want to drag her into it.

  "Drake," Her gaze filled with persistence. "I have nowhere else to go. No one else who cares about me."

Drake was taken by surprise by her words. He did not know what to think of them. They stared each other in the eyes, Eae's dark skin keeping Drake from realizing how much her cheeks were burning with a blush that only appeared as a fain purple on her face.

  "I want to help. I want to stay with you."

He said nothing at first, processing her desires. Finally he sighed and agreed to let her join. Deep down he was grateful, relieved that he no longer had to do this alone. Her head tilted as she noticed the tears welling in his eyes.

  "Thank you."

She smiled, pulling him into a gentle hug. Her heart raced beneath the thick skin on her chest, not knowing why she felt like this, but it felt...good. "It's no problem."