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Mimic

(#15142215)

Level 1 Spiral

Familiar

Shadow Sprite

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.86 m

Wingspan

3.03 m

Weight

121.9 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Cherub

Silver
Peregrine

Tangerine
Basic

Hatchday

Jul 20, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Shadow
Uncommon

Level 1 Spiral

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Mimic
Calm || Sentimental || Passive

Mimic is the official founder of the Clan of the Starlit Hearth. He never really imagined it would become a clan in the first place if he was being perfectly honest, but he's more than happy that it did looking back on it now.

He's a rather calm, even-headed dragon, and he doesn't speak much unless he's spoken to first. The clan agrees that he's perfect to go to if you need advice on anything, though since he tends to look at things from multiple angles before making a decision. Ironically, even though he doesn't talk much, he's known for making the worst jokes that anyone in the clan has ever heard. They're usually so awful and stupid that they end up being funny anyways.

Something Mimic loves most of all is the night sky. He tends to spend most of the night outside gazing up at the stars and mapping out constellations rather than taking the time to sleep like he should be doing. Some of his earliest memories as a hatchling involve doing the same thing.

Unlike most young dragons who grow up with parents or at least with brothers and sisters, Mimic hatched all alone in the Tangled Wood with no one to watch over him. Lucky for the young Mirror, a witch living near by happened to find him a few days after he had hatched and took him to live with her until he was old enough to take care of himself. She was a kind elderly dragon who was more than happy to take Mimic on as her apprentice when he got older. She taught him all about Shadow magic, and by the time he left, he was more than capable at defending himself out on his own.

When the time came and Mimic finally decided to leave the care of the witch, she left him with three parting gifts. The first was a magic infused scroll that could change his entire form into that of a Spiral dragon. The second gift was a beautiful set of magical tattoos that covered the entirety of his wings. Knowing his love of the night sky, the witch designed the tattoos to be a dark blue and black swirling background with bright twinkling stars complete with unique constellations.

The third and final gift was an intricate silver pendant with a large purple crystal. The witch told him that bound to the necklace was a wraith that would accompany him from now on. Mimic was told that the wraith was conjured up by the witch a long time ago and has lived as her companion. She told Mimic that she felt it would be better for the wraith, who was named Salem, to see new places and experience new things with Mimic. The two of them have since grown close to eachother and Mimic considers Salem like a brother he never had.

After leaving the witch, he eventually came across an area in the Foxfire Bramble that he decided he wanted to become his home. He cleared away a decent sized area, just big enough for him to comfortably sleep and relax inside the brambles and that same area now gradually grew from a small nest into a large gathering area for all of the members of the clan.

It was Mimic's idea to cut away holes in the ceiling of the Hearth to make openings for the light of the stars and moon to shine through. One reason is so that the Hearth isn't nearly pitch black under the thick brambles, and the other is so that he can look out through the holes at the stars he loves so much without having to leave his den.

As time passed, Mimic found himself living with more and more dragons; each one with their own story and experiences. The majority of them, like him set off on their own journey to settle down and find a place to call home. How they all seemed to gravitate to Mimic's den, he'll never know. None the less, he was nothing short of welcoming to the new members of the steadily growing clan.

Despite being the founder of the Starlit Hearth, Mimic didn't want to be the leader of the clan. He was more content with just giving the roll to someone else and following orders. The small group of dragons at the time all decided to take a vote on who should lead the clan, and the roll was given to Pierrot, who is still the clan's leader to this day. However, most of the early clan members still see Mimic as a sort of second in command and adviser to Pierrot.

Role
Nickname
Mate

Founder
None
None

Friends
Likes
Dislikes

Pierrot, Salem
Stars, relaxing, bad jokes
Blood, hot days, rain

"Moondust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. You are a child of the cosmos, a ruler of the skies."

_{bio layout & coding by madmadsmadly #75848}

Alone yet whole,
He gazes up to see smiles of those around him.
Ah, the beauty of the night sky,
It cannot be on par with anything.

_{poem by Exaltier #215814}

Art by me

Art by Ranfuu

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