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Ark

(#12156437)

he/them pronouns

Familiar

Fluorite Windsinger

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.63 m

Wingspan

1.18 m

Weight

1.15 kg

Genetics

Stone
Bar

Swamp
Butterfly

Carmine
Stained

Hatchday

Apr 08, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 25 Fae

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

111

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

GUILDMASTER ARK

The prototype of dragonkind, set loose by the wind...

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Quick Look:
Pronouns: He/him/they/them
Occupation: Guildmaster & head of the museum
Traits: Quiet, curious, kind, awkward, clueless
Likes: Books, history, trinkets, freedom, learning something new, & The Windsinger
Dislikes: Talking, comments about his size, feeling restricted, & feeling bored
Theme: Little Fang, Avey Tare

Information:
Ark is a kind, quiet, and curious dragon. He often comes across as awkward because he's not the most emotive dragon in the world. He is very monotonous and can be difficult to interpret. Ark spends most of his time holed up within his museum, which he had built from the ground up, studying the books and relics that his friends bring home. He does not understand much about this world which is why he craves to learn.

Out of all of the dragons in Dry Winds Guild, Ark is the smallest. Even among other fae, he is abnormally small. To some larger dragons, he is no bigger than the tip of their claw. He doesn't appreciate receiving comments about this, though.

Ark has dedicated his life to collecting, preserving, and displaying artifacts and books in his museum. His museum is still growing in size to this day. It's in surprisingly good shape, too. The tiny fae makes several rounds a day to dust and care for it. Any time not spent cleaning is spent reading books or studying artifacts. The rest of the guild is very much aware of their founder's love of history. Unfortunately, the troublemakers have made a habit to carry a book or trinket on them at all times--to bribe their way out of punishment. Ark can't refuse an new addition to his collection, after all.

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A Brief History:
Ark was originally created by The Arcanist as a prototype of dragonkind. The arcane deity grew distracted, however, and his child was forgotten for many millennia. It wasn't until dragonkind populated the expanse of Sornieth, did one of the deities remember rumors of the Arcanist creating a prototype. The mischievous and free-spirited Windsinger infiltrated the Starfall Isles to discover the truth. Sure enough, he found the tiny, incomplete prototype floating in a stasis--completely abandoned by its own creator. Enraged, the Windsinger whisked them away to his domain. In the Windswept Plateau, he set the prototype free. But, a prototype they were no more. With a spritz of wind magic, he molded the artificial life into a real dragon. Then, he left them to roam free.

Little did either of them know that the Arcanist did not forget about Ark. He returned home only to find his child gone. Stolen. The scent of ozone lingering in the observatory left no doubt in his mind where his child had been taken to...

Ark woke up in the plateau with no memory of his past as the Arcanist's creation. He would go on to meet an injured fae, Abyss, who was hellbent on getting revenge against the dragons who attacked her. With nowhere else to go, Ark tags along with Abyss. Not long after, they meet the bounty-hunter, Monsoon, who just so happens to also be looking for the bandits that attacked Abyss. After the three of them find the bandits' lair and drive them out, they realize that they had grown too close to each other to part ways. They decide to start their own guild: Dry Winds.

Dry Winds Guild is split into three divisions under its three co-founders. As one of the three guildmasters of Dry Winds, Ark serves as the leader of the largest division. It’s most commonly known as the “stay at home” division, and even more commonly known as the “introverted” division. Dragons in Ark's division value the pursuit of knowledge and hobbies.

Quote:

The Story wrote:

THE STORY OF ARK

Table of Contents

1. The Artificial Dragon

2. Abyss

3. A New World

(Still a work in progress)
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1. THE ARTIFICIAL DRAGON

The Arcanist had tested the limits of his powers--he'd created life. The creature was small, plain, and compacted of stardust interwoven between ropes of magic. Yet, it was life and The Arcanist loved it like his own.

The child took shape, similar to the deity himself, yet it was obviously something else. With glowing hide that pulsated and swirled, eyes two voids into star-dappled depths, and tiny, translucent wings. The Arcanist, although a very brilliant deity, wasn't quite bright when it came to names. Arc? No, it was too obvious. Ark, he decided to call it. Little Ark.

The Arcanist gently placed his creation into a ripple between space and time. The pocket dimension would nourish and protect his child while the wyrm continued his studies on the growing black void in the sky. However, The Arcanist's excitement in his child was soon overwhelmed by his fascination and fear in the void. And after The Shade struck...the child was completely forgotten amongst the chaos.

The artificial dragon stirred within its sleep, from deep within the dimension of stars, silence, and solitude. But it never roused.

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Before the deities of Sornieth birthed dragonkind to inhabit the lands, a rumor spread of one wyrm's dabbling in the creation of life. However, the other deities were not worried about it. They were much too busy to pay any heed to rumors. But such rumor put a bad taste in the kind Windsinger's mouth. He'd soon forgotten, however, when the deities separated to create thousands of children in their image.

Many generations had passed since then. The rumor had swept past like a breeze; it was gone and forgotten within a heartbeat. It was only one day, when his grand journey throughout all of Sornieth had brought The Windsinger to the outskirts of the Starfall Isles, did The Windsinger remember. Fae dragons populated The Arcanist's territory...but what ever happened to the prototype?

The Windsinger confronted The Arcanist and his suspicions were correct. It wasn't just the rumor that had been forgotten, the prototype had been forgotten as well...by its own creator. However, slumbering deep in a pocket realm where time did not pass, the artificial dragon was never aware of its existence or of its sad reality. Infuriated by The Arcanist's negligence and fueled by recklessness, The Windsinger returned that night while the intelligent wyrm was glued beneath his telescope. As swift as a gust of wind, the deity stole away the artificial dragon from its confinement. He brought it to his land.

The little artificial dragon woke up to vast fields, pale blue sky, and a wide, friendly smile. This is your home, The Windsinger told it. This is where you will discover who you are, and what you want to do. With a clawful of magic, the holy serpent put the finishing touches on the young fae’s incomplete design. Their eyes turned a soft, pale green, and new patterns danced about their scales as they flushed a beautiful red, brown, and green. Ark was finally a real dragon, or at least, they looked like one.

The Windsinger set them loose in the steppes of the Windswept Plateau. They would be safe there. The Windsinger had given them a chance to live out their own life. However, within the halls of the observatory, The Arcanist returned to the dimension where he had safely hidden his first child...only to find it gone.

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2. ABYSS

Ark had never seen grass before. He had never seen trees, or clouds, or flowers, or rocks. Actually, he didn't care about any of this, the fae realized. Instead, the dragon scrambled across the plains. As far as the eye could see stretched endless meadow. Ark was disappointed. Was this all there was to this new world?

That's when he was rocketed into the air. A strong gust of wind had rolled past, taking the tiny fae along with it. Ark twisted and turned. He was desperate to get back on the ground again. His small paws flailed, scrabbling at a tree limb. Ark sighed in relief. He was safe from the wind. And dangling from a tree branch.

"Oi," a voice called out below him. Ark's fins perked. He craned his neck, but the bright green foliage blocked his vision. "That's a pretty unusual way to land after a flight."

"It is?" Ark muttered.

"Speak up! I can't hear you." The voice exclaimed. Rudely.

"IT IS?" Ark muttered louder.

"Of course it is! But you're lucky you can at least fly. Come on down here, now!" They huffed. Ark glanced at the branch hesitantly. Should he just...let go? He didn't know who awaited him at the bottom of the tree, but whoever it was - he really hoped they weren't grass, flowers, rocks, or clouds.

With a gulp, he squeezed his eyes shut and released his grip. The wind swirled beneath him, causing him to flutter slowly to the ground. Once he was on the ground, he found himself face-to-face with the first dragon he had ever seen (besides the Windsinger, of course). She was slightly bigger than him but still small, with blue scales and brown leathery wings. She looked almost exactly like him, except for the giant holes ripped through her wings.

The small fae smirked smugly at him, as if Ark was the one to be pitied. "My name is Abyss. What's yours?"

"Ark."

He looked back at the fae's wings and then said, almost matter-of-factually, "Your wings have holes in them. Is there any way to fix them?"

"I'll figure it out after I rip holes in the wings of the mangy lizards who did this to me!” Abyss retorted. She flexed her tiny claws, as if to prove a point. “You’ve got nowhere to go, right? Come with me. You can help me rip their wings off.” Ark stared at his own paws. His claws were even tinier than Abyss’s. Would they really be able to do much ripping?

"How big are the dragons who did...that...to your wings?”

"At least as big as a chipskink,” Abyss chirped confidently. Ark stared blankly back at her. He did not know how to explain that he had no idea what a chipskink was, so he just kept his jaws shut and nodded, instead. The tattered, brown fins on either side of Abyss's head perked up as she scrambled around Ark, kicking up plumes of dust. He twisted his long neck around to look at her. She was perched on a rock (ugh). She swished her tail irritably--or maybe it she was swishing it excitedly?

"Well? What are you waiting for?" The blue fae asked. Ark blinked. "I know where they are. Come with me!" Then, she scrambled down the other side of the rock. Ark had nothing better to do, he realized. So, with a sigh, he followed after her.

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3. A NEW WORLD

To be continued...

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