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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.23 m
Wingspan
2.36 m
Weight
81.38 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Speckle
Speckle
Crimson
Freckle
Freckle
Sunshine
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Occupation: Fighter
Calcifier subspecies
Another strange dragon? Just how many of your kind is out there?! Oh, never mind. The name's Crackskin. What? My old clan gave me a tough name that reflects my skin looking like magma's cracking through it!
I was raised in the unforgiving life of a plague dragon and I got bored of it. You heard me! Fighting to survive every day, keeping myself healthy, finding any edibles I can crammed down my throat...I'm a girl, darn it! I wanted some sort of luxury. So I left on an adventure to find a new place to live.
I found this very nice territory at last and checked it out, only to find a clan has claimed it for their own. If that's the way it goes, then I'll take over as the leader. One hitch came up in that plan as there are three leaders; Two tundras that are mates and the weakest looking dragon I've ever seen. Yes, I trash-talked the one they call Mimic. She took offense to it and accepted my challenge for leadership on the condition I let her make the rules. I should have called the use of unnatural weapons illegal for the submission match.
With the foul scent of dragon bane and a powder that made me sneeze consistently, I was pinned and forced to surrender. The mirror named Arveia found my humiliation funny, so I'll be returning the favor once she gets some misfortune upon her.
As the loser, I get to join the ranks as a fighter for the clan. But I get to have quite a bit of free range, good food, and time to relax without having to fight all of the time. It's better than I had thought was going to happen should I lose that fight. But those beastclan better watch out; If I can lose to those harmless tactics, then I wouldn't be surprised if Mimic can be more dangerous than that on those who earn her scorn.
One more thing: I may look like a calcifier through and through, but my parents were not. So I don't have the abilities they got besides a love for picking on those displaying negative emotions, able to tap into one fire spell, and a hatred for water all together...I don't mind drinking it, though.
And Merky gave me a picture of me in my glory! Or when I'm being docile, as Mimic commented.
Calcifier subspecies
Another strange dragon? Just how many of your kind is out there?! Oh, never mind. The name's Crackskin. What? My old clan gave me a tough name that reflects my skin looking like magma's cracking through it!
I was raised in the unforgiving life of a plague dragon and I got bored of it. You heard me! Fighting to survive every day, keeping myself healthy, finding any edibles I can crammed down my throat...I'm a girl, darn it! I wanted some sort of luxury. So I left on an adventure to find a new place to live.
I found this very nice territory at last and checked it out, only to find a clan has claimed it for their own. If that's the way it goes, then I'll take over as the leader. One hitch came up in that plan as there are three leaders; Two tundras that are mates and the weakest looking dragon I've ever seen. Yes, I trash-talked the one they call Mimic. She took offense to it and accepted my challenge for leadership on the condition I let her make the rules. I should have called the use of unnatural weapons illegal for the submission match.
With the foul scent of dragon bane and a powder that made me sneeze consistently, I was pinned and forced to surrender. The mirror named Arveia found my humiliation funny, so I'll be returning the favor once she gets some misfortune upon her.
As the loser, I get to join the ranks as a fighter for the clan. But I get to have quite a bit of free range, good food, and time to relax without having to fight all of the time. It's better than I had thought was going to happen should I lose that fight. But those beastclan better watch out; If I can lose to those harmless tactics, then I wouldn't be surprised if Mimic can be more dangerous than that on those who earn her scorn.
One more thing: I may look like a calcifier through and through, but my parents were not. So I don't have the abilities they got besides a love for picking on those displaying negative emotions, able to tap into one fire spell, and a hatred for water all together...I don't mind drinking it, though.
And Merky gave me a picture of me in my glory! Or when I'm being docile, as Mimic commented.
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Exalting Crackskin to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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