DeathStain

Name: DeathStain
Class: Arcain, housed under Ice
History: "Your name will be known throughout the lands, enemies will hide when they hear your roar, the dead will shatter underneath your feet when you roam. Death will hide under your wings, souls of the defeated will collect in your claws, and no one can oppose you. Cursed in your name, Death has Stained you."
That is what the elder of my clan said when he saw my Obsidian spots. Cursed they called me, death in my wings, my name will be known throughout the lands? What is that supposed to mean?
I was cast out among the lair and then sold here. It's more friendly than the last, I hope I can stay here. These dragons seem to accept my spots and cursed destiny. I feel welcome in this cold lair, however, I miss my family and old Care Taker, at least they loved me.

DeathStain's Log:
The date is 10-20-2015
Today I was presented with a gift of Apparel items: A Contrast Aviator Satchel and A Black and White Flair Scarf.
They were given to me by a female dragon named Nimphy, I believe she said.
I accepted the gift with great thanks and in return I have asked her to join me for dinner.
It should be very interesting to start being friendly with another dragon here, seeing how I have set myself aside for the longest time.
She seems knowledgable enough for me to have a pure conversation, I could use some company, perhaps she will be a good companion as my Crowned Bonepriest has been.
Signing off; -{DeathStain}-

The date is 11-10-17
I had long lost my journal papers and since was too lazy to look for it. I had taken up hunting and reading of lost scrolls, seeing that I have plenty of free time and nearly an eternity to live.
What I wished to state here for record is the new coming of a young Imperial female. She, like me, is much of a rogue as any. Abandoned by her last Care Taker, Tundra had gladly taken upon herself to pay the small fee for her life. The young rogue refuses to bare a name just yet; though she seems a little smitten with me. I dare think that I shall be the one to name her, though I am far from such importance. Given my name, I shall grant her death to wear around her neck, but if she is strong, it shall grant her near eternity like myself.
I shall watch her and if Tundra grants, I shall mentor her into the life of bored-adventure seeking.
Signing off; -{DeathStain}-

The date is 12-20-17
Ah, the young dragon's passion is sweet and refreshing, something I believe I have long needed. And now I have made such a bond with the girl. Tundra was very kind to give her over to me, and now I claim her as my own, bringing death to anyone that dare say otherwise. I call her my Death Aura, how fitting for her passion. She will become a strong hold for me, and I one for her. Precious is her life to me, I granted her the ways of eternal death and she granted me joy; something I never thought capable of having for myself. This Night of Nocturne shall be a sweet celebration indeed.
Signing off; -{DeathStain}-

The date is 6-27-20
I am finally off from Tundra's lair; a new adventurer has come for me.
I shall indeed miss Hitch and the others, friendships I know will never be broken are here. I will keep my goodbyes short and to the point, for lingering might make it harder to leave. Thank you all for your dedication and kindness in the cold arctic air; thank you all and goodbye.
Signing off; -{DeathStain}-