Gareth
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Level 1 Skydancer
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
3.67 m
Wingspan
5.11 m
Weight
539.37 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Vipera
Vipera
Shadow
Facet
Facet
Violet
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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Theme "The legend of the spaceborne killer I met face to face today I couldn't tell what he wanted If I had it to give I would've gave it away I just saw his glowing eyes They blinded me they shined so bright In this hazy screen, I can't see Was it all a dream or reality?" Past: It was not Gareth's ability to effortlessly slip into your lair and take off with your most precious belongings without making a sound that made him so notorious, nor was it his ability to singlehandedly bring down an airship in a fiery inferno without even getting a scratch im the process. No, the thief's deadliest skill was certainly his talent in fabricating stories so believable, he could make it seem like the deities themselves were to blame for his crimes. Flashing his trademark grin and letting words drip off his tongue like honey, Gareth would have you believing every lie he uttered before disappearing into the night, your valuable possessions leaving with him...and he'd always seem completely blame free. With the agility and stealth of a night-thief, the persuasive charm of a scoundrel and the aerial prowess of an accomplished pirate, Gareth is just as skilled in the air is he is on land. Either swiftly slipping your coin purse out of your satchel while making small talk or wrestling it out of your hands as you fly through the air, rest assured he will find some way to seperate you from your goods. Not that he needs them in the first place...the thief has more than enough money to spare, and doesn't even sell most of the items he steals. In all honesty, he does it purely for the thrill. It is for this reason that he refuses to steal from those poorer than him; why take from somebody who has nothing when you have everything? Posing as a courier, Gareth has managed to infiltrate his way into an incredibly small but extremely wealthy newly-formed clan, set on swiping a few of the Queen's choice valuables before making off into the night. Now: So. What have we learned? Not bleeding much, in Gareth's opinion, but that's beside the point. He went into this job thinking he only had to steal the filigree twist off a soft-looking Wildclaw in the Plaguelands. A simple in and out job, no questions asked and payment upon return. No one thought to mention the fact that it was a bone-bound god he was stealing from! If the job hadn't been so hastily and obviously set up by an amateur, Gareth would have been suspicious that this was an assassination attempt set up for him. But moving on. He'd gone in quietly without a hitch (which was a challenge in and of itself since the actual environment of the plaguelands wants to kill you, not just the things living there) and eventually found the Lair of the dragon he needed to find. Gareth had snuck into the caves and found the target near the back walls, past long hallways and echoes of other dragons in the systems. He didn't need to see the dragon whispering and dropping coin at the wall base to know that the job had just gone FUBAR. He could feel the power in the air, tightly contained in an unwilling way, chained up and straining against the magic binds. It didn't take a genius to know that his target was a bone-bound god and that there was no way Gareth was stealing from him. Bone-bound did not mean weak or helpless. It meant furious beyond mortal understanding. He'd moved to get out as fast as possible, and in his haste, knocked a small stone from his ledge. The noise had been thunderous in the quiet and the god had turned to look Gareth's way. They'd locked eyes and to his surprise, instead of a all-consuming rage, the god's eyes were full of...sorrow... It all lasted for a brief moment before the shadows around the cave screamed, bubbling and writhing as an enormous Imperial surged forth from the darkness. The air around him glowed with power as he came right for Gareth. The battle was vicious and short, for how could a thief skilled as even the skydancer was, match up to an ancient Seeker of the Black Arts? Gareth was pushed into a shadow-tree in the depths of the lair, dragged there lashing out and cursing the entire way in the Imeprial's grip. As he felt the magic take hold, the bark merging with his skin as he became one with the tree, he saw the bone-bound god at the edges of the room watching quietly. Some time later, years or days, he wasn't sure which (time passed like lightning and slow honey at the same time in the half-asleep magical state that he was in) he came back awake with a gasp and a small cry, falling to the stone floor in a heap before he was pushed and prodded to lay against something warm. A quiet humming filled the room, and it took him a moment to realize that it was from a dragon he was leaning against. He tried to push himself up and collapsed again with a cry as his arm, stiff and refusing to support of his weight, gave out. He looked down at his curiously numb limb and gave a ragged groan, leaning back against his still mysterious companion. His arm was completely made of wood, like a piece of the tree had taken over his arm, the soft glow of the mushrooms colonizing his shoulder giving the cracks in the bark a horrifying look. Oddly enough, he could still move his limb but it was stiff and slow to react and he knew that was definitely going to be a problem. "I'm sorry." A voice whispered, the echoing quality saying it was in his head and not actually spoken aloud. Gareth turned to look and and blinked in surprise. It was the bone-bound god who he was leaning against, who was humming quietly in comfort and curled around him protectively. The god pressed his muzzle to Gareth's neck. "It was the best I could do." The fact that the Wildclaw could summon as much magic as he did, even while bound was terrifying...and a little bit arousing. "Eh," Gareth shrugged with a weak chuckle, leaning more fully into his new companion. "It's the thought that counts right?" --- So yeah. He hasn't learned a lot and he can't physically go far from the tree he's now a part of, but the dragons are interesting enough and the dark Imperial was decent enough when not being held back from killing Gareth for cornering the bone-bound Wildclaw of the clan. The god's name is Shock, by the way, and he's a very good kisser... |
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Trivia:
- Born in a Shadow clan and stayed briefly with an Arcane clan before finding his way to the Shifting Expanse
- An aerial pirate, rogue and scoundrel, he is nonetheless an honorable thief and only steals from wealthy clans
- Carries messages for the clan merchant and helps her search for new trade deals
- Born in a Shadow clan and stayed briefly with an Arcane clan before finding his way to the Shifting Expanse
- An aerial pirate, rogue and scoundrel, he is nonetheless an honorable thief and only steals from wealthy clans
- Carries messages for the clan merchant and helps her search for new trade deals
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Adoptable by fredao
Art by MissyZero
Adoptable by fredao
Art by MissyZero
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