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cmf25
what a wonderful idea! You can pick one, none or any number, but here are the dragons of mine with fitting themes ^^
sun
Despite being a priest who tries to rein his sexual urges for the sake of maintaining his purity, Gregory seems to have an odd soft spot for women - particularly those with lighter colours, like his own. The fact that he refuses to commit to a female and abandon his title as a priest only makes things worse, since this makes him easier for various females to tempt.
His weakness for women is thought to stem from naivety rather than perversion. Despite being hard nosed much of the time and cracking a smile only once every while when among friends, theres something childish about his personality. He assumes responsibility, he does his best to do what he can, but when faced with things he is unfamiliar with he lacks the creativity required to deal with the situations. This panic is what often leads him to yield to temptation and fail in other areas.
That begin said, Gregory has an incredible gift or memorization and mathematics. When dealing with things that have sex solutions in place, he is far superior. He can memorize encyclopedias of text in a matter of days, and often burrows his nose into the archives books, spending weeks at a time in other clans just to learn and absorb information.
By doing so, Gregory feels he can expand his intuitiveness, and hopefully become familiar with enough things to deal with situations as they come.
Born to a very affectionate mother and firm handed father, Gregory had a fairly normal childhood. He developed an interest in priesthood at a young age, and his parents being supportive of him, allowed him to go off and explore the world. During his travels he met a young tundra female who he befriended, and became quite close to.
She was not the prettiest thing to look at, and was often teased for her appearance, but Gregory was quick to defend her when needed. Eventually, Gregory felt he had to leave again in order to attain more knowledge, but promised his friend that he would return to see her again.
Years past and he revisited her, only to find her to be a broken, empty husk of her former self. During his time away, she had become heavily corrupted by demons - so much so that her speech became impaired, and her senses were no longer fully functional. Gregory blamed himself for having left her behind, and has vowed to stay by her in the hopes of restoring her.
sun
Donovan is a knight. A very studious, elegant and holy knight at that. He spends most of his free time organizing information for the clans archives, and tends to prefer being alone. He is generally good natured, but can at times be snappish if he finds someone to be a hinderance to his work.
flutter
Aurora is a sweet, intelligent, and naive princess. She has an odd fascination with butterflies due to the similarities between her and the graceful 'mocharch's of insects.' She will often leave her home to curl beneath leaves and flowers where she will wait for butterflies to come by before flying up with them. It is a bit of a dream of hers to see where the butterflies migrate to, as she imagines it must be a very special, beautiful place.
cold/hibernate
"Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter."
No one remembers the name that Snow once carried before he became consumed by the eternal winter. Stories, told to hatchlings nestled close to their care givers, echo the tale of a spirit light warrior, who once dishonoured the deity of ice. The warrior was but a few years of age, and had been with his clan mates in the midst of the north when they were attacked by some of the natives whom they had come to eliminate. In the heat of battle, the brash, proud young male cursed the name of the Icewarden, angering the great draconic god. His golden scales and ivory wings changed to blue, and his mind became numbed by the cold all too suddenly. As punishment for his words, the ice warden claimed him. He would never die to serve his deity of birth, and was now a prisoner of the warden. His friends either died or fled, and Snow, was left to wander the barren whitewashed landscapes.
Now he is but a legend. Few have seen him and fewer have known him and are still alive. He is only ever seen in the midst of a blizzard, alone and looming in the distance. Some gene say, that he is in fact what causes the blizzards.
No one knows what his ambitions are, his goals or his purpose. The only dragon who now knows anything about him, is Atlanta; an imperial who lives by the edge of the barren north.
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