Patience

The leader of the clan. She is strong and mighty yet small and frigail. She is verse An cold hearted at time but is a kind, loving, and caring dragon. She will do anything to protect her clan. Coldwind is her mate but for the better meant of the clan she will breed with others, nut only gives her true loyalists to the clan and Coldwind.

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Job: the leader/founder of the clan
About: she was sent for the arancist herself to find this land with her mate, Coldwind, and create a mighty clan upon it. Sometimes others will think the Patience can be cold hearted but that's until they get to know her.
Characteristics: strong, wise, quiet but will speak mind, kind, love, caring, passionate, adventurous, courageous, fearless, Selfless, nurturing, patient,

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"Do you get many travelers in your clan? Any stories about them?"

The fea appears out of thin air to answer your question. "Well, you see there are many travelers that adventure into my clan but they hardly have stories worth telling." She stops abruptly with her ears alert. then screams behind her. "Hey, stop that!" Patience looks back at you, "Sorry I have to leave and take care of Clan stuff." she begins to leave, stops, then realized she did not leave a question for the next person.
"Oh, almost forgot my question. Do you ever wish you had more time than you can actually get?"

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Zaria

By: shanncrafter

Zaria was one of the quietest in the clan.
Hardly any dragon heard her when she spoke up at council meetings, and even when they did, it was hard to make out her words, especially when she whispered.
Zaria didn't like noise.
She loved spending time with her friends and family, and would much rather do that than to make herself heard.
Olivia understood that, though.
She knew that her loud sister loved to make herself heard.
Zaria really couldn't blame her for that.
To each his own, right?
Zaria preferred to stay unseen, and her dark hide provided just enough camouflage for her to slip unseen around the lair.
It was unusual for a dragon born of Light to behave like that.
She didn't really care though.
Barely any dragon noticed her, but that was how she liked it.
Zaria also happened to be very patient, and that, combined with her ability to hide herself made her a perfect spy.
Of course, the clan leaders weren't very aware of this fact.
They would find out, of course.
Sooner or later.
But Zaria could wait.
That was what she had been doing, after all.

Olivia

By: shanncrafter

It was a strange sight, you had to admit.
Seeing that brightly-coloured fae out-shouting every dragon during council meetings.
That dragon certainly could make herself heard when she had to.
And that was exactly how Olivia liked it.
She knew that her sister, Zaria, a soft-spoken dragon who barely interacted with the other dragons avoided the limelight like the Plague.
Like the very same one that wiped out both their parents.
Zaria and Olivia weren't really sisters.
It was obvious.
One was shy and her wings and hide were dark and patterned.
The other?
Well, the other wasn't scared to speak up, and her own wings and hide shone and glittered in the soft pink light ever-present in the Arcanist's domain.
Although Olivia liked being in the center of attention, her favourite place was close to the sandy shores, watching her Maren Wavesinger dive in the glittering sea.
She was very protective, and never hesitated when it came to protecting her friends and the clan.
And if anything tried to hurt the peaceful clan, there would be hell to pay.
And Olivia would be the one dishing it out.

Royal

Introduction by Shanncrafter

A shadow passes above you, momentarily blocking out the sun. You look up in curiosity, just as a regal Imperial touches down in front of you gently. His hide is a deep, dark blue (as deep as the waters of the Tidelord's domain, you think) and he is clad in the apparel of a Light representative, all gleaming yellow and shining like the sun. But his eyes blaze blood-red, Plague-red, and although they only hold friendliness as they peer at you, you get the feeling that this dragon is more than capable of taking care of himself.

"My name is Royal, stranger," the Imperial says. A Sunbeam Sentinel peeks out from behind the dragon's wings, undisguised curiosity in its eyes. "Are you here for a familiar?" Royal continues. He's watching you carefully, as if waiting for a reaction. "There are so many looking for homes, that we simply do not have the space anymore. Care to take a look?"

Sunshine

Job: Baker
About: She is basically mute and only speaks with gestures and her own made up sign langue. She loves to bake, her favorite sweets to make are cake and cookies but her favorite sweet of them all is rock candy that you familiar Sugar (her Rhodochrosite Crane) that gathers and makes it for her. She wouldn't speak but it didn't mean that she couldn't, Sunny would always hum a tune created by the clans band - she loved attending their concerts in between her baking sessions.
Characteristics: quiet, kind, natural cook, genesis, creative, artistic, handy,

When Sunny first arrived at her new home everyone assumed she was a mute even though she pretty mush is and she doesn't act otherwise. She only speaks with gestures and movements. At first no one understood but the clans leader Patience and her mat Coldwind. From there they all basically had to learn the way Sunny spoke almost as if a new way of sign langue.

Once Sunny was more comfortable with the clan and its other members she began to attend regular events held within the clan like concerts, and various other things. She had also gotten into baking and was assigned being the Baker for the clan to have a many sweets for its members or travelers.

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Torman

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First son to Rhuned and Nalnalni, looking more like his father than mother with his brightly colored scales. He is a little more reserved than his sister. While she is out going and ready to learn, Torman takes things at a slower pace. He did indeed end up being blessed with magic. He held most of his power during the spring months. Seeming to aid the blossoms and tender plants burst to life where he stepped. Even during the later months of the year his powers took root into the ground causing new growth to come forth far too early for it's own good.

Torman had to train and focus his energies so they did not disrupt the natural flow of nature. He had much to offer in the way of magical energies but it also led to flowers and saplings growing through the snow if he ventured away from the grove. He trained under his mother who held a similar power to his own. Her power was that of frost magic. She taught him how to focus and control the flowing energies so new life would not rise under his feet whenever it so wished. He could will this power. Though it could do much more than just will new plant life into growing.. But he would have to venture forth to truly test his potential.

Time passed and he grew into a young dragon, one that needed to leave the lair he once called home to find his own path in the world and a new clan to lend his powers to.

Lore by: Rosekitten