[center][size=7][size=7]Haunted Souls[/size][/size]
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Not sure if this belongs in here or Dragon Share, but since it's closed, I felt like here is a little better fit. This is for our dragons, lore, relationships, outfits, etc. [b]To start, each person will reserve one post and edit it with their dragon, lore, etc.[/b] We may add more post later, depending, but any comments should be kept to the discussion thread ^-^
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Haunted Souls
Not sure if this belongs in here or Dragon Share, but since it's closed, I felt like here is a little better fit. This is for our dragons, lore, relationships, outfits, etc.
To start, each person will reserve one post and edit it with their dragon, lore, etc. We may add more post later, depending, but any comments should be kept to the discussion thread ^-^
[center][size=7][color=#dc143c]Milada[/size][/color]
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[b]Current Occupation:[/b] Warrior-in-training
[b]Current Mate:[/b] None
[b]Friends:[/b] None so far, as she is still getting the hang of 'emotions'
[b]Enemies:[/b] None yet
[b]Powers[/b] She can use limited light magic (her old element) with ease, and her plague magic is slightly strengthened. Her real skill come from her physical fighting, although she wasn't born with it. She trains herself night and day, constantly striving for more.
[b]History:[/b] The little nocturne was barely out of the egg when she died. She was never even given a name. She was born during an attack on her clan from a group of rogue dragons. The rogues were codeless, and would do anything to take over the clan. Her mother fought fiercely to protect her and her siblings, but was overcome. Just as she fell, the hatchling was born, and her first sight was her bleeding mother. The hatchling was a pure, shining white, with beautiful sparkling markings. The rogues snatched her up and immediately ripped her wings to shreds. Then, they slit down her throat and belly, exposing her innards. Leaving her to die, the were heading for the next egg when her father burst in and drove the invaders out.
Lying on the ground dying, the hatchling fought to reach her mother before she died. Her mother managed to crawl to her daughter and embraced her. The hatchling's last sight was her mother's loving gaze...
And then she was gone. She floated through the afterlife pointlessly. Having never experienced life at all, she had no knowledge of feelings other than pain, love, and loss. Most of her time was spent staring blankly into space, going over the five or so minutes she had been alive. Then, one day, she was suddenly in the world of the living again, albeit as a spirit. She had no clue it was All Hallow's Eve, but she knew she could find her mother again. She searched constantly for hours, finally finding the one dragon she had loved. Her mother was scarred and weakened, but rushed to embrace her lost daughter. The hatchling curled up in her arms, crying and feeling content for the first time. Her mother couldn't speak much, but she managed to whisper one word to her daughter: Milada, or my love. That would be her name, the hatchling decided. She made the most of the night, knowing that in the condition her mother was in, this would be the last time Milada would be able to visit her. It was unlikely they would find each other in the afterlife.
At the end of the night, she reluctantly left her mother, expecting to return directly to the spirit realm. Instead, she was brought in front of the deities along with many other young spirits. They were offered a second chance of life through eggs ready to hatch that were now vacant. Many immediately declined and left, leaving only fifteen or twenty. While Milada mourned the children who had experienced even less life than her, she eagerly accepted the opportunity. Her only request was that she remembered her mother, and that was granted. She was sent to a plague nest and hatched, along with all the others, before the night's end.
When her eyes opened, she remembered her mother's tender gaze before she died, although the pain that she had experienced was mercifully erased from her mind. She still had a vague idea of her murderer, but she would worry about that later. She didn't remember her time in the afterlife other than she had done basically nothing. In contrast, she clearly remembered every moment of her visit to her mother. Looking around, she took in her appearance. Gone was the shining white skin of her old life. Instead, her wings and belly were stained the crimson of the blood that had flowed from them and mixed with her glittering markings. Even her body was not a pristine white anymore, more of an antique shade.
She soon set out from her new parents, knowing they weren't her true parents. Her mother was gone by now, and she had no connection to her father, so she wandered until she settled in a small clan in the Starwood Strand. She isn't sure if she will stay, and simply uses it as a loose base. She struggles to fit in, not knowing who she is/should be, and emotion is still pretty foreign to her. However, she is most experienced in platonic and parent-child love, so she is usually okay to be around, even though inside she is much less collected.
Many who had died as she had would have developed a fear of fighting and violence, while others would have become as bad as their killers. Instead, Milada decided to be better than those who killed her. She trains often, and her skill both with and without weapons is growing quickly. However, she will not stoop down to the rogues' level. She prides herself on her morality, and will not attack mothers protecting their hatchlings or innocents. Many believe this means she is an 'honorable fighter' in the way society had twisted the phrase, but that is untrue. She is not above using stealth and trickery to get the upper hand, and will kill if she deems necessary.
Milada
Current Occupation: Warrior-in-training
Current Mate: None
Friends: None so far, as she is still getting the hang of 'emotions'
Enemies: None yet
Powers She can use limited light magic (her old element) with ease, and her plague magic is slightly strengthened. Her real skill come from her physical fighting, although she wasn't born with it. She trains herself night and day, constantly striving for more.
History: The little nocturne was barely out of the egg when she died. She was never even given a name. She was born during an attack on her clan from a group of rogue dragons. The rogues were codeless, and would do anything to take over the clan. Her mother fought fiercely to protect her and her siblings, but was overcome. Just as she fell, the hatchling was born, and her first sight was her bleeding mother. The hatchling was a pure, shining white, with beautiful sparkling markings. The rogues snatched her up and immediately ripped her wings to shreds. Then, they slit down her throat and belly, exposing her innards. Leaving her to die, the were heading for the next egg when her father burst in and drove the invaders out.
Lying on the ground dying, the hatchling fought to reach her mother before she died. Her mother managed to crawl to her daughter and embraced her. The hatchling's last sight was her mother's loving gaze...
And then she was gone. She floated through the afterlife pointlessly. Having never experienced life at all, she had no knowledge of feelings other than pain, love, and loss. Most of her time was spent staring blankly into space, going over the five or so minutes she had been alive. Then, one day, she was suddenly in the world of the living again, albeit as a spirit. She had no clue it was All Hallow's Eve, but she knew she could find her mother again. She searched constantly for hours, finally finding the one dragon she had loved. Her mother was scarred and weakened, but rushed to embrace her lost daughter. The hatchling curled up in her arms, crying and feeling content for the first time. Her mother couldn't speak much, but she managed to whisper one word to her daughter: Milada, or my love. That would be her name, the hatchling decided. She made the most of the night, knowing that in the condition her mother was in, this would be the last time Milada would be able to visit her. It was unlikely they would find each other in the afterlife.
At the end of the night, she reluctantly left her mother, expecting to return directly to the spirit realm. Instead, she was brought in front of the deities along with many other young spirits. They were offered a second chance of life through eggs ready to hatch that were now vacant. Many immediately declined and left, leaving only fifteen or twenty. While Milada mourned the children who had experienced even less life than her, she eagerly accepted the opportunity. Her only request was that she remembered her mother, and that was granted. She was sent to a plague nest and hatched, along with all the others, before the night's end.
When her eyes opened, she remembered her mother's tender gaze before she died, although the pain that she had experienced was mercifully erased from her mind. She still had a vague idea of her murderer, but she would worry about that later. She didn't remember her time in the afterlife other than she had done basically nothing. In contrast, she clearly remembered every moment of her visit to her mother. Looking around, she took in her appearance. Gone was the shining white skin of her old life. Instead, her wings and belly were stained the crimson of the blood that had flowed from them and mixed with her glittering markings. Even her body was not a pristine white anymore, more of an antique shade.
She soon set out from her new parents, knowing they weren't her true parents. Her mother was gone by now, and she had no connection to her father, so she wandered until she settled in a small clan in the Starwood Strand. She isn't sure if she will stay, and simply uses it as a loose base. She struggles to fit in, not knowing who she is/should be, and emotion is still pretty foreign to her. However, she is most experienced in platonic and parent-child love, so she is usually okay to be around, even though inside she is much less collected.
Many who had died as she had would have developed a fear of fighting and violence, while others would have become as bad as their killers. Instead, Milada decided to be better than those who killed her. She trains often, and her skill both with and without weapons is growing quickly. However, she will not stoop down to the rogues' level. She prides herself on her morality, and will not attack mothers protecting their hatchlings or innocents. Many believe this means she is an 'honorable fighter' in the way society had twisted the phrase, but that is untrue. She is not above using stealth and trickery to get the upper hand, and will kill if she deems necessary.
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[b]Name:[/b] Ferrus
[b]Personality:[/b] Very proud and stubborn, he always wants to get his way and can be manipulative, but often feels guilt when manipulating someone. He's very sensitive and dislikes when anyone doubts him, and will often cry when this happens
[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Brief covery of his current life:[/b]
Occupation:
-Witch
Current parents:
-Mire (mother)
-Blommevinge (father)
Current siblings:
-Llanelli (sister, left the family)
-Tranquil (sister, left the family)
Life as of now:
[b]Brief covery of his past life:[/b]
Past name:
-Nell
Occupation:
-
Past parents:
-Quin (mother, died of disease)
-Brindle (father, was murdered by an unknown dragon before Nell was born)
Past siblings: ([i]none[/i])
Life summary:
[b]Future plans:[/b]
He's going to look different in the future (his scry is in his information) and I plan on developing more information on where he used to live
Name: Ferrus
Personality: Very proud and stubborn, he always wants to get his way and can be manipulative, but often feels guilt when manipulating someone. He's very sensitive and dislikes when anyone doubts him, and will often cry when this happens
Likes:
Dislikes:
Brief covery of his current life:
Occupation:
-Witch
Current parents:
-Mire (mother)
-Blommevinge (father)
Current siblings:
-Llanelli (sister, left the family)
-Tranquil (sister, left the family)
Life as of now:
Brief covery of his past life:
Past name:
-Nell
Occupation:
-
Past parents:
-Quin (mother, died of disease)
-Brindle (father, was murdered by an unknown dragon before Nell was born)
Past siblings: (
none)
Life summary:
Future plans:
He's going to look different in the future (his scry is in his information) and I plan on developing more information on where he used to live
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[center][size=5]Decessa[/size]
(ignore any lore/info in her bio, those are for her as my OC in general)[/center]
History:
A long time ago . . ..
She cackled loudly, staring with her blood red eyes at the fallen foes below her as she flapped her bat like wings. With a evil grin, she spotted a lone survivor. Swooping down, her claws lengthened and glowed red, ripping apart the dragon’s throat. Letting all he** loose, she laughed. None could defeat her.
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She was a ruthless demon who was too powerful for her own good. She demolished many dragon’s lives, torturing them till they die. She never knew her parents, since demons has no care for family. Her powers are of an almost god like level. Non could match her, and she defeated all of them one by one. Feeding on the victories, her ego grew larger and larger, until she decided to challenge a being of good that is far more powerful than her. Entering full of pride, she never left, having died.
[i]Oh demon . . . I can see you have goodness in your heart too.
[/i]
The being whispered into her ears as she took her last breath.
Never regretting a bit of what she did, Decessa couldn’t wait for a moment to escape death. To continue her destructions. Pretending to have changed, she finally convinced the deities that she was a different being. Giving another chance, she returned back to the world.
Her ruby eyes opened, and glanced around. Others were around her, and she felt a bond to them for whatever reasons. Are they like me? Returning to the world? It was a wierd sense, to find companionships in others. Knowing that she’ll never find such companionships if she continued her evil ways, she wondered if she should follow her heritage, or perhaps change. It gnawled at her heart, and the conflict continues to bother her further on . . .
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Powers:
increased endurence towards hunger/pain/thirst etc. etc. Though they still has an effect on her. Also increased strength and agility (nothing like fast as sound or lift a dragon) Can wield only a mere shadow of her old demonic magic. Too much uses can make her extremely tired and even pass out, or be lethal. When she is extremely angered, she can grasp on her demonic heritage more, and all the previous mentions can increase in power.
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Personality:
She is stubborn and impulsive most of the time. Not willing to admit her wrongs often. She can be quiet at times though, as the question of good or evil still fights in her mind constantly. She’ll defend anybody she befriends fiercely, and treat her enemies just as fiercely. The rebirth changed her personality quite a bit from her old self, but some traits like her impulsiveness is still shown. A actor in some ways, she’ll often pretend to be innocent and kind. (though sometimes she wonder if she’s pretending or actually is kind)
Relationships:
-
Decessa
(ignore any lore/info in her bio, those are for her as my OC in general)
History:
A long time ago . . ..
She cackled loudly, staring with her blood red eyes at the fallen foes below her as she flapped her bat like wings. With a evil grin, she spotted a lone survivor. Swooping down, her claws lengthened and glowed red, ripping apart the dragon’s throat. Letting all he** loose, she laughed. None could defeat her.
She was a ruthless demon who was too powerful for her own good. She demolished many dragon’s lives, torturing them till they die. She never knew her parents, since demons has no care for family. Her powers are of an almost god like level. Non could match her, and she defeated all of them one by one. Feeding on the victories, her ego grew larger and larger, until she decided to challenge a being of good that is far more powerful than her. Entering full of pride, she never left, having died.
Oh demon . . . I can see you have goodness in your heart too.
The being whispered into her ears as she took her last breath.
Never regretting a bit of what she did, Decessa couldn’t wait for a moment to escape death. To continue her destructions. Pretending to have changed, she finally convinced the deities that she was a different being. Giving another chance, she returned back to the world.
Her ruby eyes opened, and glanced around. Others were around her, and she felt a bond to them for whatever reasons. Are they like me? Returning to the world? It was a wierd sense, to find companionships in others. Knowing that she’ll never find such companionships if she continued her evil ways, she wondered if she should follow her heritage, or perhaps change. It gnawled at her heart, and the conflict continues to bother her further on . . .
Powers:
increased endurence towards hunger/pain/thirst etc. etc. Though they still has an effect on her. Also increased strength and agility (nothing like fast as sound or lift a dragon) Can wield only a mere shadow of her old demonic magic. Too much uses can make her extremely tired and even pass out, or be lethal. When she is extremely angered, she can grasp on her demonic heritage more, and all the previous mentions can increase in power.
Personality:
She is stubborn and impulsive most of the time. Not willing to admit her wrongs often. She can be quiet at times though, as the question of good or evil still fights in her mind constantly. She’ll defend anybody she befriends fiercely, and treat her enemies just as fiercely. The rebirth changed her personality quite a bit from her old self, but some traits like her impulsiveness is still shown. A actor in some ways, she’ll often pretend to be innocent and kind. (though sometimes she wonder if she’s pretending or actually is kind)
Relationships:
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[size=6][b][color=#9777bd]AZHAR[/size][/b][/color][/center]
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[b]History:[/b]
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The first thing he remembers is crawling his way out of a shattered, broken shell. His mother, Hanna, always tells him that it was a miracle that he came out alright, that he hatched a healthy and strong young man. He always questions why his mothers were so worried about him, and they always neglect to say, but his older siblings never neglect to tell him how scared they all were that his egg had been infected by the Shade or that he would never hatch at all. Some of them mock him for how gross his hatching was but that's okay- he's left whoopie cushions in their usual hangout spots where he'll know they'll be and gifted some of them with some delicious chocolate eggs that they'll definitely thank him for- after the effects wear off and they're no longer large, colorful sweetpuffs.
The way he was raised was relatively unremarkable- of course, as unremarkable as it could have been with 76 siblings. He got along with most of them- gathering herbs with Arvid to help make his potions, cooking with Myron and Galette, spending time on the beach with Sakyu, helping out with Lambor and Mercin's bar, and helping GUMI with their experiments was all a great time to bond with them. He loves nothing more than seeing them happy (even if they hate his pranks). He'll go to far lengths for them.
Even if it means helping them get revenge.
Azhar has always had an uncanny knack for hatching revenge plots, wether it be helping Lambor and Mercin get revenge on rival gangs, or helping Dione and Araxie get back at those who dare ruin their homes. Usually, his plots range from harmless to hazardous warning signals, but Azhar has never directly physically hurt someone. He refuses to, not due to pacifism, but that everytime he tries, he begins shaking so badly that he cannot go through with what he had originally planned. So he always ends up using deadly force from afar, cooking up poison and disguising it as a delicious gift. His victims never see him coming.
Though Azhar is happy with his new life, he can't help but feel that something's not right, but he's not quite sure what. He's got plenty of friends in his siblings, along with the others who dwell in Columba Point. He runs a successful prank shop, with tons of friendly regulars and through that, has gained the ability to help those who truly need it by providing them with his...unique...services. He's always been a laid back dragon, though, conversely to his side-business, even to the point where some of his siblings teasingly call him a lazy-bones, but he doesn't mind it. He doesn't mind being incredibly laid back and taking his time, in fact, he finds it quite peaceful. But he feels that it hasn't always been that way. Life might not have always been this way for him.
His past life wasn't as kind to him as this one.
Sometimes, he can see glimpses and blurs from a past life. A tremendous explosion of magic. A maniacal grin. Abnormally sharp claws gripping his face and pulling him closer and closer to someone. Azhar knew that the dragon had wronged him and others. He does not remember how they had, or who the offending dragon was. All he remembers is the harsh laughter that bellowed from the dragon's gut and the last words he heard before his death:
"You should've run away with me when you had the chance."
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[b]Abilities:[/b]
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[b]Special Ability
[u]Poisonous Prankster[/u][/b]
Azhar will do anything to help others gain their revenge- for the right reasons, of course. His magic is specialized in making poisons, in the form of desserts, a combination of poison and illusion magic gifted from his adoptive mother. Though keeping up the illusion does come at a toll to his energy levels.
[b]Hidden Ability
[u]Impractical Prankster[/u][/b]
Due to his past life, Azhar has a stronger than average knack for knowing how his plans, or anyone else's plans, for that matter, can possibly go wrong. Attempting to correct these possible holes, however, tends to breed new problems. That must be corrected for, and then those create problems, and those create problems and the cycle continues.
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FUTURE SCRY
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OUTFIT PLANS[/center]
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[b]Extra Information[/b]
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-died when one of his revenge plots backfired on him horribly
-loves dressing up and making costumes, close to peridot (or as close as he can be without realizing what she actually is)
-his real cooking isn't actually the best, but he's always trying (and failing) to get better
-the only food he can actually make without it burning is ramen
AZHAR
History:
The first thing he remembers is crawling his way out of a shattered, broken shell. His mother, Hanna, always tells him that it was a miracle that he came out alright, that he hatched a healthy and strong young man. He always questions why his mothers were so worried about him, and they always neglect to say, but his older siblings never neglect to tell him how scared they all were that his egg had been infected by the Shade or that he would never hatch at all. Some of them mock him for how gross his hatching was but that's okay- he's left whoopie cushions in their usual hangout spots where he'll know they'll be and gifted some of them with some delicious chocolate eggs that they'll definitely thank him for- after the effects wear off and they're no longer large, colorful sweetpuffs.
The way he was raised was relatively unremarkable- of course, as unremarkable as it could have been with 76 siblings. He got along with most of them- gathering herbs with Arvid to help make his potions, cooking with Myron and Galette, spending time on the beach with Sakyu, helping out with Lambor and Mercin's bar, and helping GUMI with their experiments was all a great time to bond with them. He loves nothing more than seeing them happy (even if they hate his pranks). He'll go to far lengths for them.
Even if it means helping them get revenge.
Azhar has always had an uncanny knack for hatching revenge plots, wether it be helping Lambor and Mercin get revenge on rival gangs, or helping Dione and Araxie get back at those who dare ruin their homes. Usually, his plots range from harmless to hazardous warning signals, but Azhar has never directly physically hurt someone. He refuses to, not due to pacifism, but that everytime he tries, he begins shaking so badly that he cannot go through with what he had originally planned. So he always ends up using deadly force from afar, cooking up poison and disguising it as a delicious gift. His victims never see him coming.
Though Azhar is happy with his new life, he can't help but feel that something's not right, but he's not quite sure what. He's got plenty of friends in his siblings, along with the others who dwell in Columba Point. He runs a successful prank shop, with tons of friendly regulars and through that, has gained the ability to help those who truly need it by providing them with his...unique...services. He's always been a laid back dragon, though, conversely to his side-business, even to the point where some of his siblings teasingly call him a lazy-bones, but he doesn't mind it. He doesn't mind being incredibly laid back and taking his time, in fact, he finds it quite peaceful. But he feels that it hasn't always been that way. Life might not have always been this way for him.
His past life wasn't as kind to him as this one.
Sometimes, he can see glimpses and blurs from a past life. A tremendous explosion of magic. A maniacal grin. Abnormally sharp claws gripping his face and pulling him closer and closer to someone. Azhar knew that the dragon had wronged him and others. He does not remember how they had, or who the offending dragon was. All he remembers is the harsh laughter that bellowed from the dragon's gut and the last words he heard before his death:
"You should've run away with me when you had the chance."
Abilities:
Special Ability
Poisonous Prankster
Azhar will do anything to help others gain their revenge- for the right reasons, of course. His magic is specialized in making poisons, in the form of desserts, a combination of poison and illusion magic gifted from his adoptive mother. Though keeping up the illusion does come at a toll to his energy levels.
Hidden Ability
Impractical Prankster
Due to his past life, Azhar has a stronger than average knack for knowing how his plans, or anyone else's plans, for that matter, can possibly go wrong. Attempting to correct these possible holes, however, tends to breed new problems. That must be corrected for, and then those create problems, and those create problems and the cycle continues.
FUTURE SCRY
OUTFIT PLANS
??????
Extra Information
-died when one of his revenge plots backfired on him horribly
-loves dressing up and making costumes, close to peridot (or as close as he can be without realizing what she actually is)
-his real cooking isn't actually the best, but he's always trying (and failing) to get better
-the only food he can actually make without it burning is ramen
[center]Reserve for my little Kierran!
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Reserve for my little Kierran!
ALWAYS seeking accents/skins for Wilclaws!!
{She/Her | +4 FR Time}
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[color=COLOR][size=7]T[/size][size=6]orisik[/size][/color]
[color=COLOR][size=4]• ??????[/size][/color]
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[color=transparent]xxx[/color][size=2] theme song: [url=][b]insert song here[/b][/url]
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[columns][center][b]Special ability: Familiar venom[/b]
Despite his blindness (or maybe because of it) Torisik can see poison as glowing orbs of green. Not only does this make poisoning his near impossible, it also makes it so that envenom's effects are HALVED in power[nextcol][center][b]Hidden ability: blind retaliation[/b]
When in a pinch, Torisik's SPD and STR are boosted by about 10 points, as well as allowing him to use his signature ability if someone he trusts has harmed him.[/columns]
[b]Signature ability: Prince of corruption[/b]
When an ally harms Torisik, he can change into the 'prince of corruption'. Magical armor will bost both his DEF and MND stats, making him far harder to take down, and with his morality basically gone he can prove himself a very dangerous opponent for those who aren't careful. The duration of 'prince of corruption depends on how close Torisik is to those who 'betrayed' him.
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[b](trigger warning: unhealthy obsession and coping mechanism)[/b]
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[columns][center][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/513c/f/2017/305/4/e/have_to_change_symbol_by_aesthetictotem-dbsghm6.png[/img][nextcol][center][size=4]F[/size]or as long as Torisik can remember, he’s always been someone who constantly tried to please others. If he kept appeasing his peers, his parents, his family…. everyone… surely they’d like- no, ADORE him, right?
The fighting…the name-calling… the hurting... it would all stop if he’d just keep trying to make others happy. All he had to do was change, all he had to do was become someone who’d be loved by everyone. Someone [i]irreplaceable[/i]- someone who’d make everyone happy.
All he had to do was [i]change[/i].
He just had to change himself.[/columns]The first change were his wings- that boring, dull [i]ugly[/I] color changed into something that looked rather nice: horizontal markings decorating the once plain surface of his wings. He looked so much better- others would surely like him more now, right? He was worth something now, right?!
The second change was his personality: He’d always been shy- a [i]coward[/i]- but now he’d step forward and force himself to be there- for everyone. No longer he’d stay quiet- he’d force himself to keep talking- to keep laughing with his ‘friends’. They’d all adore the new, social him.
They all did- they all loved him- there’s no other way around it, that’s why they gave him advice right?! To do something about his fur?!?! They loved him so they just wanted what was best for him, because ‘just look at how boring and plain it is’. They were right- of course they were! He’d just-he’d…he’d have to change a bit more- he’d have to change JUST a little more, then he’d be perfect! They’d all love him if he’d just change a little more- to make them happy, of course!
The third change was his fur: it was boring, plain, brown and [i]hideous[/i]- the color of dried mud. Stripes were added, something that took long and apparently went wrong: the process wasn’t supposed to hurt, he guessed? But his wings were still sore from the change they went through too… So…. perhaps it was supposed to hurt and he was just [i][s]weak, pathetic, worthless[/s][/i] a bit too sensitive, crying out in agony like that.
It was worth it- he was worth MORE now, right?! They all thought so! Everyone did! They talked less loud now- softer, more soothing. Their eyes were no longer angry- but they said things like ‘this is unhealthy’ and ‘his mental state is not as it should be’.
Something was STILL wrong with him.
They kept talking about ‘how he should talk about his issues’, how his obsession with pleasing others could be dangerous and how they were worried about him.
They never worried before- why weren’t they happy?! He was worth something! He had done so much just to change- just to PLEASE THEM! WHY DIDN’T THEY LOVE HIM?!
The 4th change were his colors
Maybe if he changed his appearance, others would like him more and not worry! He- he had always hated his brown fur- so- so changing it would make things BETTER right?! His fur, the color of teracotta would soon be a lighter shade- the color of the sun. His wings, a dark and nearly red shade of pink, gained a more full color of pink- a bit like a watermelon.
He had barely changed, but the change was still noted by others. Careful compliments were thrown the tundras way, but it was not enough: they still worried, they still weren't HAPPY with him- the change had been too little: too SUBTLE. He had- he had to change himself even further- he just HAD to! There wasn't a choice in this- he had- he had... what could he change further?!
The next change came after a while: his eyes.
The same dull, ugly brown color as his fur had once been, how the tundra HATED that color. He HATED his eyes- perhaps they were the reason everyone was so- [i]unhappy[/i] with him. He despised them, he DESPISED his eyes. How he WISHED HE COULD JUST....just...
...but...he COULD....right?
The last change was how he saw the world- or rather: [color=red][b]how he no longer did[/b][/color].
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[columns][center][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7]A[/size][size=5]ges ago, a young guardian stood proud in between his parents. A new heir, a new oppressor. All his people adored him- they absolutely MUST'VE adored him! The young dragon was unaware of the whispers, unaware of how he was loathed. How everyone wished something horrible would happen to him.
What he did know, was that he yielded the power to decide over whether someone lived or died.[nextcol][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/cec4/f/2017/305/0/e/prince_of_corruption_symbol_by_aesthetictotem-dbsghl6.png[/img][/columns][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7]I[/size][size=5]t was so easy too: did the smaller dragon say he didn’t like someone, they’d be executed almost immediately or thrown into the dungeons depending on his father’s mood. The only ones which SHOULD be living aside from the royal family are the obedient and submissive, after all.
A darkness stirred in the kigdom, fueled by dragons their hate, anger and grief. A call was heard, quietly, where the guards of the king wouldn’t come. A call for someone to end this, to kill the king and ALL those who follow him.
And eventually, the call was answered from within the castle.
A woman- no more than a slave- was given the power to end this misery- to set the entire kingdom free. Her gray feathers and short fur had endured years of abuse within the castle walls, and it only took the tools to kill the royal family to convince her to do it.
It was so easy too: the poison would only start working after an hour- no cure, no mercy. Just a slow. Painful death.
The royal heir saw her poor the poison over the food- but since it was the color of gravy the young dragon didn’t suspect a thing, and when the food was served and the tasters hadn’t keeled over, the royal family began to eat.
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[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7]??????[/size][nextcol][center][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7]A[/size][size=5]n hour or so later the royal heir was harassing the female slave- demanding more food or having his father execute her. Her patience was thin, and finally she outright told him what she had done. The young child begged, screamed and cried for his life, but the slave just watched, her eyes empty now, devoid of emotion. She watched as the poison kicked in, hearing the distant screams of the hatchling’s parents as they too suffered from the deadly substance. With cold apathy- she used a claw to raise the child’s head, who was crying out in pain- FORCED him to look at her.[/columns][font=Monotype Corsiva][size=7][i]“This is what happens to those unfortunate enough to be despised-to be HATED by all those who surround them. Remember this: No one will even mourn for you OR your family.”[/i]
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[Extra bits/trivia]
-Has severe Iophonia
-Blinded himself in order to please others (though they weren't very pleased with the development)
-Frequently bumps into things
-Easily frustrated with himself, easily pleased with others.
-Has befriended [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31062396][b]Begravenis[/b][/url], thinks about becoming his assistant.
Torisik
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Special ability: Familiar venom
Despite his blindness (or maybe because of it) Torisik can see poison as glowing orbs of green. Not only does this make poisoning his near impossible, it also makes it so that envenom's effects are HALVED in power
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Hidden ability: blind retaliation
When in a pinch, Torisik's SPD and STR are boosted by about 10 points, as well as allowing him to use his signature ability if someone he trusts has harmed him.
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Signature ability: Prince of corruption
When an ally harms Torisik, he can change into the 'prince of corruption'. Magical armor will bost both his DEF and MND stats, making him far harder to take down, and with his morality basically gone he can prove himself a very dangerous opponent for those who aren't careful. The duration of 'prince of corruption depends on how close Torisik is to those who 'betrayed' him.
(trigger warning: unhealthy obsession and coping mechanism)
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For as long as Torisik can remember, he’s always been someone who constantly tried to please others. If he kept appeasing his peers, his parents, his family…. everyone… surely they’d like- no, ADORE him, right?
The fighting…the name-calling… the hurting... it would all stop if he’d just keep trying to make others happy. All he had to do was change, all he had to do was become someone who’d be loved by everyone. Someone irreplaceable- someone who’d make everyone happy.
All he had to do was change.
He just had to change himself.
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The first change were his wings- that boring, dull
ugly color changed into something that looked rather nice: horizontal markings decorating the once plain surface of his wings. He looked so much better- others would surely like him more now, right? He was worth something now, right?!
The second change was his personality: He’d always been shy- a
coward- but now he’d step forward and force himself to be there- for everyone. No longer he’d stay quiet- he’d force himself to keep talking- to keep laughing with his ‘friends’. They’d all adore the new, social him.
They all did- they all loved him- there’s no other way around it, that’s why they gave him advice right?! To do something about his fur?!?! They loved him so they just wanted what was best for him, because ‘just look at how boring and plain it is’. They were right- of course they were! He’d just-he’d…he’d have to change a bit more- he’d have to change JUST a little more, then he’d be perfect! They’d all love him if he’d just change a little more- to make them happy, of course!
The third change was his fur: it was boring, plain, brown and
hideous- the color of dried mud. Stripes were added, something that took long and apparently went wrong: the process wasn’t supposed to hurt, he guessed? But his wings were still sore from the change they went through too… So…. perhaps it was supposed to hurt and he was just
weak, pathetic, worthless a bit too sensitive, crying out in agony like that.
It was worth it- he was worth MORE now, right?! They all thought so! Everyone did! They talked less loud now- softer, more soothing. Their eyes were no longer angry- but they said things like ‘this is unhealthy’ and ‘his mental state is not as it should be’.
Something was STILL wrong with him.
They kept talking about ‘how he should talk about his issues’, how his obsession with pleasing others could be dangerous and how they were worried about him.
They never worried before- why weren’t they happy?! He was worth something! He had done so much just to change- just to PLEASE THEM! WHY DIDN’T THEY LOVE HIM?!
The 4th change were his colors
Maybe if he changed his appearance, others would like him more and not worry! He- he had always hated his brown fur- so- so changing it would make things BETTER right?! His fur, the color of teracotta would soon be a lighter shade- the color of the sun. His wings, a dark and nearly red shade of pink, gained a more full color of pink- a bit like a watermelon.
He had barely changed, but the change was still noted by others. Careful compliments were thrown the tundras way, but it was not enough: they still worried, they still weren't HAPPY with him- the change had been too little: too SUBTLE. He had- he had to change himself even further- he just HAD to! There wasn't a choice in this- he had- he had... what could he change further?!
The next change came after a while: his eyes.
The same dull, ugly brown color as his fur had once been, how the tundra HATED that color. He HATED his eyes- perhaps they were the reason everyone was so-
unhappy with him. He despised them, he DESPISED his eyes. How he WISHED HE COULD JUST....just...
...but...he COULD....right?
The last change was how he saw the world- or rather:
how he no longer did.
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Ages ago, a young guardian stood proud in between his parents. A new heir, a new oppressor. All his people adored him- they absolutely MUST'VE adored him! The young dragon was unaware of the whispers, unaware of how he was loathed. How everyone wished something horrible would happen to him.
What he did know, was that he yielded the power to decide over whether someone lived or died.
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It was so easy too: did the smaller dragon say he didn’t like someone, they’d be executed almost immediately or thrown into the dungeons depending on his father’s mood. The only ones which SHOULD be living aside from the royal family are the obedient and submissive, after all.
A darkness stirred in the kigdom, fueled by dragons their hate, anger and grief. A call was heard, quietly, where the guards of the king wouldn’t come. A call for someone to end this, to kill the king and ALL those who follow him.
And eventually, the call was answered from within the castle.
A woman- no more than a slave- was given the power to end this misery- to set the entire kingdom free. Her gray feathers and short fur had endured years of abuse within the castle walls, and it only took the tools to kill the royal family to convince her to do it.
It was so easy too: the poison would only start working after an hour- no cure, no mercy. Just a slow. Painful death.
The royal heir saw her poor the poison over the food- but since it was the color of gravy the young dragon didn’t suspect a thing, and when the food was served and the tasters hadn’t keeled over, the royal family began to eat.
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An hour or so later the royal heir was harassing the female slave- demanding more food or having his father execute her. Her patience was thin, and finally she outright told him what she had done. The young child begged, screamed and cried for his life, but the slave just watched, her eyes empty now, devoid of emotion. She watched as the poison kicked in, hearing the distant screams of the hatchling’s parents as they too suffered from the deadly substance. With cold apathy- she used a claw to raise the child’s head, who was crying out in pain- FORCED him to look at her.
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“This is what happens to those unfortunate enough to be despised-to be HATED by all those who surround them. Remember this: No one will even mourn for you OR your family.”
[Extra bits/trivia]
-Has severe Iophonia
-Blinded himself in order to please others (though they weren't very pleased with the development)
-Frequently bumps into things
-Easily frustrated with himself, easily pleased with others.
-Has befriended
Begravenis, thinks about becoming his assistant.
Free lore thread
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Kindryte
"Just here to collect silly little dragons in my silly little lair"
Imagine highlighting a forum signature.
Permas are both in my lair and hibden
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Gonna just drop Aiden in here while I try and figure out his lore...
Gonna just drop Aiden in here while I try and figure out his lore...
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