Briar

(#18273810)
Level 25 Coatl
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Maren Warlock
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Energy: 49
out of
50
Plague icon
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Coatl
Female Coatl
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Personal Style

Apparel

Red Rose Flowerfall
Crimson Wing Silks
Black Lace Headpiece
Crimson Silk Veil
Darkened Eye Scar
Black Lace Collar
Katana
Black Aviator Coat
Black Lace Tail Ornament
Black Aviator Boots
Glowing Red Clawtips

Skin

Scene

Scene: Armory

Measurements

Length
7 m
Wingspan
8.36 m
Weight
1048.13 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Obsidian
Crystal
Obsidian
Crystal
Secondary Gene
Blood
Facet
Blood
Facet
Tertiary Gene
Red
Spines
Red
Spines

Hatchday

Hatchday
Nov 08, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Coatl icon
Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Normal Eye Type
Plague
Common
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
Scratch
Shred
Eliminate
Rally
Berserker
Berserker
Berserker
Ambush
Ambush
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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T H E M E
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None yet


O C C U P A T I O N
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Military
Retired - officially speaking
Survivor of Voiceless Reverence



F A M I L Y
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- Parents -
Due to circumstances from lifetimes ago, she never contacted them again after leaving her birth lair and feels that she doesn't need to know what has happened to them since.

- Siblings -
Destria was lost in the eldritch siege of Voiceless Reverence

- Mate -
No one has earned her attention in her long life so far.

- Children -
None, but she has served as a trainer and mentor to many a dragon who needed to learn how to fight.



F A M I L I A R
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Maren Warlock


A P P A R E L
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Darkened Eye Scar Katana
Crimson Silk Veil Crimson Wing Silks
Black Aviator Coat Black Aviator Boots
Black Lace Collar Black Lace Headpiece
Black Lace Tail Ornament Glowing Red Clawtips
Red Rose Flowerfall



A R T
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E X T R A
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- Genes/Apparel -
Spines - 6/27/17
Apparel finished - 7/1/17

- Comments -


- Headcanons -
She seems like a morally gray warrior who has no real family, but has made her own with her friends


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C R E D I T S
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Basic Lore:


Backstory Begins:
With her upbringing, no one would have thought she would amount to anything. Briar was the middle daughter of a wealthy, prestigious mated pair in a well-off clan of the Rotrock Rim. She lived her hatchlinghood in luxury. Servants to fill every need, to answer every question, to cater to every whim. A sprawling lair with velvet covers, satin beds, and jewels. So many jewels. Her whole world glittered and glowed with red velvet and radiant rubies lining everything. Every dress, every curtain, every cloth, and even the decor. All of it flickered and flashed with each step.

All of it, except for her.

She hatched to parents who knew what they wanted, and what they wanted was not her. Her wings were glossy, not crystalline. Her younger sister, Destria, was in a similar situation, but she never really noticed, even when they were older. Briar just knew that she was unwanted, and after years of being ignored it became clear that she would never be what they wanted.

They gave her everything but their love. She spent years vying for their affection, or even just their attention. She tried to look pretty - that made them laugh the most. It rung high and harsh on her ears. She tried to play an instrument, to sing, to dance, to write, to draw, to paint, and more. She tried everything and anything. They wouldn’t even look at her.

Sometimes, she would drop onto her bed despondent. She pondered, she wondered, she waited. Her little sister would ask her what she was doing. She would roll around and bury herself in her covers with a sigh. What was she doing? She was wondering what else she could do to please them. She was wondering why she couldn’t look like their older sister, with her sparkling wings and body. Her wings were fiery like lava. Hers were just...a dull red.

Eventually, she would get up and repeat the cycle. She tried things, they ignored her, her little sister talked her through it, she would do everything again… and again… and again.

Once the sisters were barely adults, their clan sold them off to another with a wave of their parents’ claws, not even looking the clan’s ambassador in the eyes. He took them off with bags packed by their servants, and they started their journey. Their parents couldn’t be bothered into saying, ‘goodbye.’

The vile, corrupted lands they traveled frightened the young girls, but as long as they stuck with the ambassador, they would be fine.

They were.

Until they were attacked.

A band of centaurs fell upon them only seconds after they heard the hooves. The ambassador shouted to run, so the pair ran. They ran until they collapsed far away from that place. Then, they waited. The sun simmered down and slipped under the horizon. A hissing, rattling reverberation shook the ground underneath them. Shattered Serpents slunk out of the ground for the night, and even if most creatures were going to sleep, the danger had hardly passed. The sisters hesitantly dug out a small hole in the ground, burrowing in the dirt for the night. However much they would have liked to sleep, fear gripped them both too strongly for it.

They huddled together, shivering through the hours. Jumping out of their skin at every noise, wondering if the creatures that roamed the night could hear their hearts pounding… that wasn’t what they were told would happen. Weren’t they supposed to be safe?

Briar nudged her sister into sleeping once light seeped into the sky. Her own wings were sore, her eyelids heavy, and hunger panged through her. She kept watch for the dragon that should have come for them. She laid her head on the dirt, frowning at it. She had rarely been let outside of the lair, nonetheless into dirt.

She probably had dirt to look forward to one way or another. Her blood froze at the thought, her heart stopping for just a second. Her life from then on would be harsh, or it would be over. She could live in the dirt, or be buried in it - at best. Assuming someone took the time to.

She turned her head back to her little sister.

She didn’t like that idea.

Or the idea of it happening to Destria.

She whimpered quietly, lowering herself into the hole some more. The sun was getting hotter, and she didn’t want to be Serthi food.

The two waited for the rest of the day, barely leaving the hole they made. Nothing surrounding them was edible, nor was there any water. Their hope of being found waned. They waited another day, shuddering again when the serpents came out. By the third day, Destria’s scales started to burn feverishly. Briar dragged her sister out of the hole and began wandering with her, before the sun rose. She spent hours trudging along, checking Destria, then wandering more. Destria’s fever rose with the sun. By midday, Briar dropped on the ground with a long sigh.

The ambassador wasn’t going to find them.

Neither of them knew the name of the clan they were supposed to go to.

It didn’t really matter, because the only thing Destria could muster was feverish muttering.

Straining her muscles despite the shooting pain from her clawtips to her wings, Briar picked her sister up again and walked farther. Her thoughts waned as her strength ebbed away. The clattering of bones stopped registering in her ears. Her vision flickered back and forth. Her claws started tingling, steadily spreading up through her limbs and into her body. She started going numb, all but forcing herself not to try eating a prickly plant or drinking from the goo ponds.

She wasn’t in good condition if the goo ponds looked drinkable.

She collapsed before the day was over.

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She startled again only half awake and ready to fight, or to check on Destria. But where was Destria? Where had she awoken to begin with? Her head darted around taking in her surroundings, even though the pounding in her skull worsened with the movement. Rugged sheets of leather propped up with bones, a tent if one wasn’t picky. Rotting shelves with linens or salves, if loosely defined. The bed she deliriously rolled out of was little more than a cot. A leather flap to the outside fluttered in a breeze.

Cautiously approaching, she peeked her head out to be blinded by the harsh sun and what could have been… She squinted and swept her gaze across the area… A settlement. It didn’t look like enough to be a clan, then again she was never told just how poor clans can get. Only that the clan was considered dead once all of its residents were. It wasn’t hard to find the graveyard of a clan, so to speak. Scavenged bodies and looted lairs dotted the Wasteland’s landscape in clusters. Some fell to other clans, or the beastclans, but most often they dwindled until pestilence finished them off. This was something else. Not quite there yet, but it could be at the start or end of its life.




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