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Pollux

(#14096776)

Level 1 Nocturne

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

3.42 m

Wingspan

4.62 m

Weight

715.05 kg

Genetics

Mulberry
Iridescent

Magenta
Shimmer

Magenta
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jun 15, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Nocturne

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 1 Nocturne

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Pollux
The Adventurous Twin

Personality:

Everything is an adventure if you think hard enough. Even the most mundane of task. When mother or father ask for the trash to be taken out, Pollux can make it into a grand adventure where anything can happen! Will he be attacked by bandits wanting the treasure for themselves? Maybe he will see the Arcanist, flying above and nodding at him in approval. Or maybe a beautiful dragon will appear and thank him for his hard work. Who knew! More often than not Pollux found it was boring, and too short-lived, but either way a quest had been completed. That's how many would describe him. Pollux himself would describe his personality as outgoing, noble, and courageous. Oh yes, very noble. Very. No doubt.

With his enthusiasm with even the chores he has to do, many dragons find themselves drawn to his energy, wanting to learn his secret on how he enjoys his work. Mostly it is Pollux holding the broom while his brother cleans the wood and stone bowls, pretending that Castor is actually an evil wizard that is trying to take the dishes for himself, and thus, Pollux dances around the river, casting spells with his wand that also acts as a witch's broom, and also helps him clean the house and the path to the river. Still, Pollux remains charming and respectful to the other dragons, when in his head he find that he is actually talking to an imposter that he must not let know he is onto them, in order to save the princess! Yes, every day is a very fun day, except when there is a storm.

Every time, like clockwork, that there is a storm, Pollux is in his room, curled up, waiting for it to end. There is no dragon twice the size of an Emperor outside, or a war between the Gods as the Arcanist protects his children... no, just the storm. All the fun is sucked out of Pollux and he stays close to his brother, never letting Castor move too far away. Reading becomes interesting and so does learning how to cook. His parents, thankfully, lock up their little home when the storms start and head out to do their own work, making sure no damage is made, while their boys stay inside, hiding from the storms that almost had them killed. Pollux, that day when Castor was unconscious, was really brave, but he had always shook in his scales after. Bravery was supposed to be where you charge in screaming a battle cry and saving the day, not being scared and doing the right thing anyway. Right?

History:

It took a while for his egg to be opened, and his wing was the only thing to actually break the shell. The something--more like someone--helped. Pollux tumbled out of the shell, getting his name from his parents and then being carried to the nest. Already, so new to the world, he was growing into an adventurous dragon. While his brother slept, Pollux climbed bookcases and shelves, trying to find out where everything is, knocking some things off that his parents had to catch. The scoldings did little to make Pollux less adventurous. This place, this area he was born in, was amazing! Why he couldn't explore never made sense to Pollux, or why his brother insisted on following him everywhere and telling him something is too dangerous. Oh, please. How dangerous could things get?

Not that he wanted the answer. The storm was the thing Pollux remembers most, and still flinches at the sound of thunder. After Castor protected him, taking the hit to the head instead, Pollux did his best to get his brother to cover, in a small alcove made of the beautiful gems. He hid, watching the storm and giving hisses at lightning, like it could hear him. Curse the Stormcatcher! He should know better than to come close to the home of the Arcanist! Little did Pollux know at the time, storms were natural things to go across every land. Yet, at the time, for such a young, tiny dragon, what else was there to do other than stand over your unconscious brother that tried to protect you, that tried to tell you not to go exploring, to not follow the other Nocturne. Oh, mother and father were probably worried to death.

Castor woke up shortly after the storm ended, much to Pollux's joy. It had been hours! Thankfully, no rogue dragons or angry beast had stopped by the small island to try and fight--not that Pollux could do much. As soon as his older brother was ready, they set off, back to home. Just as Pollux had guessed, their parents were very upset, but relieved they were alive. At least they didn't get punished too badly, right? Regardless, Pollux hadn't really learned his lesson to anyone, but every time there is a cloud of the horizon, that is dark and has the promise of rain, he curls up in bed and hides until the sun is out again. If the day is clear and cheerful, he will gladly go exploring, Castor in tow.

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