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Nabgeir

(#16195904)

Level 11 Wildclaw

Familiar

Pet Roc

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.15 m

Wingspan

6.03 m

Weight

577.23 kg

Genetics

Sky
Iridescent

White
Shimmer

Maize
Smoke

Hatchday

Aug 24, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 11 Wildclaw

EXP: 20920 / 34264

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Wisp
Ghast

Offspring

Biography

Nabgeir Hersch

Age

38 years

Birthday

August 24th

Status

Alive (kinda?)

Gender

Male

Romantic Orientation

Heteroromantic

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Born in

Reedcleft Ascent

Lives in

Wanders around The Scarred Wasteland

One of the first dragons I bought in the game. Oh, I love this boy. His story and personality were much more edgier before than it is now. Yeahhh.

HP - 3/10

Attack - 8/10

Magic - 7/10

Defense - 4/10

Resistance - 2/10

Speed - 7/10

Intelligence - 7/10

Aggressive - 8/10

Empathy - 6/10

Extroverted - 7/10

Flight - 3/10

Quotes

"If death has to come, it's better if it comes soon..."

"The world out there is cruel, young one. They WILL throw stuff at your face. Be ready to grin and throw it back twice as hard when that happens."

"The best defense is a vicious attack! No one will be able to hit you if you ambush them first."

"You all serve with your life a deity that doesn't even know you exist! Sickos."

"That's why I don't have an allegiance, I do what I think is best with my life. No rules, just me and my own morals."

Personality

When you see him at first glance, Nab looks like a normal kinda excited dragon, but at your first conversation, you'll see he probably has a screw loose. He's always joking around with dark and gory things as if it was the usual. Laughing maniacally at his own stupid jokes is also pretty common. He's probably the type of dragon anyone would see and call "crazy" at second sight.

Nabgeir has the life motto that "if I am to do it, I must do it right", but what he calls "right" may not always is what it's expected to be. He created his own morals and follows life just by them, which are kind of twisted. He thoroughly believes that it's okay to kill if someone gets in your way if you're supposedly doing what's best for everyone.
The wildclaw doesn't believe in the superiority of the deities at all. For him, they don't deserve any praise and all of their statuses are mostly dragon-made.

While on his day to day life, he doesn't care much about anything and does everything he wants to, often resulting in some disastrous outcomes. He loves to create new toxins and potions, earning the trust of some clans of Serthis that live in The Scarred Wasteland because of that.

Even though he's clumsy in his everyday life, Nabgeir is another dragon with his "job". From that awkward bumbling dragon, he turns into a collected and focused one. He still has traces of his crazy personality, but he's way much self-controlled. When teaching hatchlings and young dragons the 101s of surviving, he's pretty responsible and strict.

Occupation

The wildclaw usually steals hatchlings, teaching them their morals and helping unleash their true strength, in the mindset that he's saving them because they would've just been sacrificed for the deities, as it's common in most of the clans. He and Marsh do that because they believe no hatchling must suffer the way they did in their childhood, so he teaches them everything they need to survive, to "prepare them for the cruel world". As always, the morals are a bit twisted and they believe killing is excusable, but besides that, the intention is not that bad.

He mainly does ambushes involving saving the hatchlings from "cruel dragons" or just ambushes to steal food and goods to sustain themselves when prey is scarce.

Additional information

His favorite food is birds of any type, but he's okay with any type of meat. You can sometimes see him hunting down a big bird and acting like a proud cat who just got his first prey.

Nabgeir is smaller than a Wildclaw his age, but that doesn't make him less intimidating. He often relies on his roar and behavior alone to make enemies feel intimidated.

LORE

Nabgeir was born in a Wildclaw clan located in The Reedcleft Ascent. The Wildclaw was always curious and inclined to study toxins, which even involves an almost death experience when he was a young hatchling with him almost drinking the concoction he made. Sometimes, he would steal toxins from the Serthis he spotted nearby while they weren't seeing. One could even say he had the hang for it since he was young.
Both his father and mother's relationships with him were neutral, and he lived more on his own than depending on them. Eventually, he grew distant of them, maturing more than the hatchlings his age. For a while, he isolated himself from others and focused on what he wanted for life.
The loneliness was something he didn't find sad, to be honest, he was actually pretty happy to be left alone with his thoughts. Thanks to that, the wildclaw often was distracted and looking for new experiments to test (and probably set fire on his face in the process).
But those calm times in the Wildclaw clan weren't made to last.

One day, Nabgeir was just minding his own business with his amateur researches when he noticed people peeking at him weirdly. He could feel everyone was talking about him behind his back and it made him mildly uncomfortable. The Wildclaw couldn't recall anything he did that was wrong recently, so why was that even happening?
When he got home, his mother asked him to meet the leader.
Something was terribly wrong and Nabgeir had no idea what was it.

Approaching the leader's den, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Nabgeir was certain he didn't do anything bad and he could definitely argue with anything she says. His mind was filled with a bazillion thoughts, creating every possible dialogue possible in a matter of seconds. Finally mustering up the courage, he entered the den.
The leader, a huge denim Wildclaw, looked at him with an unpleasant face, while gesturing for him to take a seat near her. Nabgeir obeyed, gazing firmly back on her light green eyes.
He could notice even the floor was covered in green moss, and the leader was in a moss nest accommodated especially for her.
After a minute of tense silence, she cleared her throat before affirming,
"You must know what you've done. Food doesn't poison itself, you know." was what she said, holding to her fierce look.
Nabgeir couldn't understand, but he could suppose what could've happened. He just knew he hasn't poisoned anything. Instead of directly arguing, he tried to discuss the subject with the calmest tone he could possibly do in a stressing situation like this one.
He was really nervous, but could convince her to let him take a look at the "poisoned food". She showed him a few rats that were in the hoard and Nabgeir already knew what did happen.
"Ma'am, those rats are from the Waterway. They can indeed bring a lot of sicknesses."

The leader seemed to be convinced, but that's exactly when Nabgeir made a fatal mistake. When he could prove he was right, Nab usually felt a little proud, even if he wouldn't show it. He started to say in front of the leader about how he, a mere teenager, refuted the leader of the Clan in a happy tone. He was partially just joking around, it was not meant to be taken seriously. But if there was something she hated more than outsiders, was when someone made fun of her or her position.
Without thinking twice, she clawed the side of his face.
And worse, Nabgeir did the exact same thing back by instinct.

When Nabgeir came to his senses and noticed what he had done, the leader seemed furious. It was almost her eyes were burning with rage, ready to smash him with a rock. He took a few steps back and started to stutter what was supposed to be an apology, but she didn't want to hear anything. The young Wildclaw was trembling when she approached him, holding him by the neck.
The leader dragged him to the middle of the Clan, where ceremonies usually took place. Although he was expecting the worse, he hoped nothing too bad would happen.
Hoping doesn't hurt, does it?

Truth is: it does hurt.
The leader pushed him to the floor and called the dragons from the clan. Nabgeir tried to find his parents between the dragons, but the leader stepped on top of his head for him to lay it down again. He couldn't see anything with his face buried on the ground, but her claws were around his neck and he was having some difficulty with breathing.
He didn't pay attention to anything she was saying because the pain was already starting to get unbearable. Something about shaming, disrespect, or whatever.
She basically beat him hard in front of everyone. That was it.
Everything hurt a lot.

Moss. It's all Nabgeir could smell. So he was still alive after all? Everything was hazy, the memories from that fight - no, that massacre - felt like minutes ago. Or were them? He couldn't tell if he fainted for a long time or not. Maybe he was just lying in the leader's den before getting killed for once, it was also full of moss. But something about this smell didn't feel familiar, and this place was so quiet, almost poetic and melancholic.
He tried to get up, but his entire body denied it in the worst way possible. Even if it all still pained, he could see that some of his wounds were tended recently. Some paw steps seemed to be approaching him and he flinched, expecting the worst.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you." a female voice assured, standing a few centimeters from him. Her voice was kind of broken and husky, in a way Nab had never listened in his short life. "I am actually taking care of you."
He tried to look at her with his only remaining eye, and his gaze met the dark green wildclaw with fiery orange eyes almost covered by a leafy garb. She looked as huge as his former leader, one could even say they were sisters.

Meanwhile, the dragon (that he discovered she was named Marsh) told him what happened the time he was fainted. She told him that he was chained to a tree, far from any recent lair activity, probably left to be eaten by some of the predators in the forest. The blood smell caught her attention, as she expected it to be from prey. After seeing the situation, she decided to release and take care of him, because he reminded her of a friend from her childhood.
A few days later, he was healed enough to get up and walk around. It was just then he noticed that he wasn't even in the Wind flight anymore, but in a neighbor flight, the Scarred Wasteland.

Nabgeir had a hard time getting used to the harsh environment, as the Wind flight was much more peaceful and, overall, docile. Marsh helped him get used to where the best food resources were, how to avoid the most dangerous creatures and places, etc.
It took a while for Nabgeir to notice his wind attacks were looking quite... different. Marsh explained to him that it was an incurable passive disease that only affects wind dragons if they're not careful while treading through the dead dry land. It wouldn't kill him or anything, but there would be these downsides - he'd start to peel off skin near some infected areas and all his wind powers would be changed to some... corrosive plague-y air.
Marsh told the Wildclaw that it was probably that bony bird he interacted one day that transmitted it to him, they're the most common vector of this sickness. Nabgeir found it so cute though, and really wanted one of those as his pet.

While they were spending time together, Nabgeir started to adapt to her own mindset and goals of life. In his vision, she seemed to have a noble goal: to help young hatchlings face the harsh world. Being pretty much nomads, they raised a lot of lost or exiled hatchlings, teaching them some techniques and how to survive. Sometimes, they'd steal hatchlings and young dragons who were going to be exalted, turning them against their clan and/or their deities.
Even with their own blood children, they never really wanted to have a paternal relationship, but more of a mentor/apprentice one; and as soon as they were done, release them in the world.
He deeply cares for Marsh's safety, and they're always seen together.

Personal Hoard

Toxins
Some of these are even corrosive, be careful.

Bonepriest Venom
He usually trades these with Serthis for stronger poisons, as they don't live anywhere near Bonepriests.

Riot Hazebeacon
"His name is Mark and he's the only bird I actively don't want to eat for a variety of reasons. One of them being that he is basically bones, what a pity."

Bad Breath
Don't forget to brush your teeth, children.

Chains
"I kept them here to remind me how cruel the world is, no matter how fine it may look."

Powerful Poison
There are at least thirty of these "for an emergency", as Nab claims.

Scarf
Sometimes one has to follow fashion trends. Specially if they keep you warm!

Surgestream Coat
A cherished loot from a dead dragon. "Do not attempt to throw the small electric granades without gloves, though..."

Cleaver
This... thing... is also allegedly used in emergencies. Or maybe in training. Who cares.

Marsh / Gsuhad / Huffle
Rayka / Foric / Pantherophis

Original Dragon

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Edited Dragon

- Total of 0 Treasure spent -

Dressed Dragon

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Songs

What's Inside
PinocchioP

Chilledren
Kurosawa Madoka

Jet Ammo
Dasu x Ensou

Ah, God!
liulfr1000

Quiet Room
Yuukisan

I'm Glad You're Evil Too
PinocchioP

We are NOT suspicious dealers
Jesus-P

Nome da Música
Cantor/Artista

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Highlight Songs

"That's us - two slightly lonely souls, leaning on each other's shoulder
I'm glad you're just as 'evil' as me."
I'm Glad You're Evil Too
PinocchioP
!Seizure Warning!

"Bringing everyone together in a state of peacefulness, I am god!
C'mon now, you believe in your gods, don't you?
Aren't you faithful?
Hm, that's good.
That's very very good."
We are NOT suspicious dealers!
Jesus-P

"The crying girl wailed out, 'Why does it have to be so sad?'
I looked down and asnwered simply, 'You'll get used to it soon.'"
Quiet Room
Yuukisan

"The boy who ran away said this: 'Why does it have to hurt so much?'
I looked him in the eyes and answered simply, 'It's surely because it's for someone else.'"
Quiet Room
Yuukisan

Arts

Art by myself!
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Art by Stormdragon!
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Art by humerussin!
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Art by Whisikkyu!
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Art by ~~SoulDahDerp~~ Highhorn!
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he a stinky boi by Finnallia!
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Art by myself!
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Art by Alekstormer!
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Art by FatherTime!
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Art by Whisikkyu!
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Art by EmmyGoat!
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Credits

"Mibella's Ressources" made by Mibella (Voratte)

"More Flight Dividers" made by Jewelbox Hatchery

"Free to Use - Sprites" made by DogiCrimson

"Short Dividers" made by FR & DV

"Dividers" made by Ammoth

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