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Hey there! I want to get into writing and selling lore, but I feel that I need a little bit more practise before I can really set up shop. So for a limited time, I'll write some free lore for some of your dragons' bios! Only one dragon per user at a time, please. Please tell me if you'd be alright with me using the lore I write for you as examples for my future shop!

Additionally, I may require a prompt before I start writing- nothing major, just some background clan lore (if you have anything) or basic personality traits of your dragon.

Here's an example of a bio I've written!

gonna be bumping this pretty often bc im just excited to write rn

@gaiacseas here's a little bio for esmer! bio template optional, i just thought it was cute for him. [columns][img]http://i.imgur.com/65krgzL.png[/img] [nextcol][color=#EEEEEE]___________________________________________________________[/color] [center][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=7][color=#6b4812]ESMER[/color][/size] [size=4][color=#6b4812][font=Book Antiqua]The Prodigious Collector[/font][/size][/color][/center] [nextcol][img]http://i.imgur.com/65krgzL.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9FgHvlH.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/4eB2cDP.png[/img][img]http://i.imgur.com/fgxxW03.png[/img][img]http://i.imgur.com/O0AQ3gS.png[/img][/center] --------------- [columns] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/KCbRdSa.png[/img][/center] [center]-------- [font=Book Antiqua][color=#6b4812][size=5]? "I don't own my collection. They're my friends. Friends don’t own each other." ? [/color][/size][/font][/center] ---------- [color=#EEEEEE]_________________________[/color] [nextcol] [img]http://i.imgur.com/0Vc8EYZ.png[/img] [columns] [center][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#6b4812]B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/size][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=3.5] [color=#EEEEEE]______[/color] [color=#6b4812][size=5]E[/size]smer has always been a quiet soul. He's never really understood the adults around him and their fascination with treasure. To Esmer, treasure isn't something to be owned and hoarded, and then traded away when its of no use to you. Esmer finds value in every non-living thing, and a fair few living things too. He's started his own personal collections of rocks, runes, and other interesting items, as he believes that even the oft-overlooked scrap of the world deserves attention and company.[/color] [color=#EEEEEE]______[/color] [color=#6b4812][size=5]S[/size]ome people call Esmer strange for his eccentricities. Some say its ironic that a dragon whose scales glitter like the finest jewels seems to show no interest in them. But Esmer isn't lonely, even if nobody wants to play with him. He has plenty of friends... ones whose stories Esmer loves to fantasise about. There's nothing more engaging than wondering who used to own an old bottle- or which mountaintop a certain stone was carved from- or what animal left behind such a marvellous skeleton, picked clean by hungry scavengers and crumbling under the ever-present pressure of time. In Esmer's eyes, everyone- and every[i]thing[/i]- deserves remembrance.[/color] [/font][/size] [nextcol] [right][img]http://i.imgur.com/6z67kdQ.png[/img][/right] [/columns] [color=#EEEEEE]_[/color][img]http://i.imgur.com/ef3pjAy.png[/img] [/columns] --------------- [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9FgHvlH.png[/img][/center] --------------- [center][size=2][color=#6b4812][i]Bio template by Mibella, find it [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2103505/1#post_2103505]here[/url].[/i][/color][/size][/center] ([url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1m7jCQeRkBR711WUfs8loWWRNDDLBLCyqDfa4dHoAy9c/edit?usp=sharing]google docs link to code[/url])

(it looks a bit messed up on the forumns but its sized for a bio so dont worry)

plaintext bio:

Esmer has always been a quiet soul. He's never really understood the adults around him and their fascination with treasure. To Esmer, treasure isn't something to be owned and hoarded, and then traded away when its of no use to you. Esmer finds value in every non-living thing, and a fair few living things too. He's started his own personal collections of rocks, runes, and other interesting items, as he believes that even the oft-overlooked scrap of the world deserves attention and company.

Some people call Esmer strange for his eccentricities. Some say its ironic that a dragon whose scales glitter like the finest jewels seems to show no interest in them. But Esmer isn't lonely, even if nobody wants to play with him. He has plenty of friends... ones whose stories Esmer loves to fantasise about. There's nothing more engaging than wondering who used to own an old bottle- or which mountaintop a certain stone was carved from- or what animal left behind such a marvellous skeleton, picked clean by hungry scavengers and crumbling under the ever-present pressure of time. In Esmer's eyes, everyone- and everything- deserves remembrance.

[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/509860/50985956_350.png[/img][/center] -Dabs in- Yo if u wanna I have Merope here, whom I have little to no idea where I'm going with but if ya wanna write something or is inspired but whatever I can cough up then that be cool yeet. For character details?? - Merope is an undead imperial brought back through unknown means, some believe her to be a ghost or wraith brought back by one thing: revenge - She was kinda sure she was killed during battle, seeks to find her killer and her lost sword - Stuck in in between limbo state of life and death??? She can see both souls and living creatures, it's weird Yo - Remembers little to nothing about who or what she once was, grim, cold and deeply distrusting - disaster gay,,,,pretty girls weakness - Extremely powerful when it comes to controlling and manipulating water

@gaymiens [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29233662] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/292337/29233662_350.png[/img] [/url] something for my beastclans ambassador maybe? he's very scary looking and has a commanding presence, but after years of battle he just wanted a less hands-on job. he's actually very sweet, and loves spending time with the hatchlings. (tbh i'm on mobile and can't check if i named him yet or no? lmao i'm a disaster but if not just put NAME and i'll edit it when i pick something lmao)

@gaymiens I need a fire/ wind lore for these I already wrote something but I've been told it was more of a biography than a lore an I need some help with ideas. Has bio/ lore in question ( img link) [Url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=176163&tab=dragon&did=44405700][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/444058/44405700_350.png[/img][/url] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/492385/49238435_350.png[/img]

@psythedragooon plaintext/code: [code]The Princess was hatched under the dim light of dusk, her iridescent shell cracking away and revealing a being that shone even brighter than the pearls lining the nest. Her parents- royalty, or whatever passed as it these days- were creatures of tradition, and had welcomed the Princess into the world the way all Pearlcatchers should- surrounded by the beauty of the land and filled with the promise of glory. It didn't hurt that as the Princess emerged, she could easily catch glimpses of herself off the sides of the well-polished pearls- for Pearlcatchers, especially those of high standing- vanity started young. What more could a Princess like her want? Her needs were to be met every step she made, servants flocking to her with every flutter of her wings. She oft gazed on the sprawling reaches of her parents' factory, the manifestation of their fortune, their [i]empire[/i]- but she did not long. She was confident in her power, and knew that destiny would one day hand her the reigns to the throne her parents would eventually abandon. It was the ambition of those born with lightning racing through their veins- no one could stay at one venture for too long, and she could already sense the weariness gnawing at their ankles. There were always bigger fish in the sea, profit margins to be pushed, and family to be left behind in the pursuit of conquest. Not that the Princess minded terribly much. In her mind, the moment her parents left, the moment she could reshape what they'd built. They'd grown too sure that they'd reached the highest potential the factory could output- smacked into the glass ceiling of technology, and now they had to focus on climbing another mountain. But the Princess could see potential surging through avenues overlooked. She'd take the manpower, the resources, the pre-existing structures, and transform it... until she could reach what dragons could only dream of. Until she could touch the stars with the tip of her claw, and come back unscathed. But ambition never rewarded those that pushed it too far. The Princess had long since waved her parents out the door, and now she stood triumphant on the highest peak she could reach, a crackling storm raging above her. It was research, you see. She couldn't trust anyone else with her genius- if she was to be the first dragon to figure out a way to fly past the limits of ones wings, she wanted to be at the forefront of the discovery- not one of those mousy scientists she'd been lining the pockets of. A clap of thunder echoed. And then everything went white. Perhaps it had a sense of irony- a dragon born of lightning- now lying crisp and burnt in the crater of her failure. The Princess had no idea how long she lay there, fading in and out of consciousness, of existence. She remembers someone finding her and heaving her scorched body onto a cart. She remembers, vaguely, a set of greedy hands picking her clean of her valuables. And she remembers where she ended up... dumped in a glade of the brightest green she'd ever laid eyes on. That brilliant green... from the first time the Princess had glimpsed her own reflection, she'd finally found something of equal beauty. Perhaps it was that beauty that renewed her will to live. After all- Pearlcatchers are creatures of vanity, and the Princess had finally found herself in the world. She hauled herself to her feet, aching muscles protesting, and raised her head triumphantly to the sky. This was her rebirth- her christening as a dragon who had finally found satisfaction in one of nature's simplest pleasures. It seemed only fitting that she'd take said pleasure as her new namesake... "Leaf." [/code] [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wmY8YrzKJIWz50Bt6myCTrjfNbKzMhtF3oHY2tFn1sY/edit?usp=sharing]with bio template i think would look nice? click here for google doc [/url] (preview of said bio vvv) [img]https://i.imgur.com/vXvW7Ro.png[/img]