Xanthe
(#18298177)
To love is to put aside all that once seemed important.
Familiar
Ampelope
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Energy: 29/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.85 m
Wingspan
15.17 m
Weight
11250.54 kg
Genetics
Green
Clown
Clown
Magenta
Morph
Morph
Lemon
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
117
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
37
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Biography
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T H E- C O U N C I L E R
Gilded Glory | Her Majesty | Our Lady of Secrets    ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ "To love is to put aside all that once seemed important." - LADY XANTHE - ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Xanthe serves on the clan council and is one of the many wise voices that keep Clan LockCharge safe from rash judgements and fits of temper. While Fethryn sees the world in black and white, Xanthe sees it in shades of grey, a perspective that he often needs. Although her fellow council member Diana suspects that Xanthe is too willing to undertake controversial courses of action, Xanthe knows that authority demands unpleasant decisions to avoid disastrous outcomes. Xanthe also has a minor gift in truth-seeking. Although she is not a telepath, she can distinguish when a dragon is lying. While her gift is not well-known, she has put it into service with Fethryn, and anything she suspects, she reports to the leader. In her day to day, between keeping scrupulous records and assisting Diana in codifying the laws of the clan, Xanthe has made herself quite indispensable. While she loves her clan and holds them in the highest regard, she concedes that it is their safety that must sometimes come before their happiness. Unlike most of the vagabonds, runaways, and rebels that populate the clan, Xanthe comes from royalty. In her birth clan, she was a queen, although the position granted her power only through her mate. Despite the shortcomings of her position, Gilded Glory, as she was called at the time, took her position as queen very seriously: it was she, and not the king, who listened to the cries of the common dragons, and it was she who found solutions to their troubles. Her life, it seemed, would be given to her clan, until a cruel turn of events tore away her crown and threw her at the mercy of the world. The King and Queen were nesting, anxious to declare the new heir to the throne. Both monarchs were thrilled at the prospect of having children, for they knew that the best assurance of their clan’s survival was an heir fit to lead the clan after the passing of his parents. The three eggs were kept in the perfect conditions, even fulfilling the ancient superstition of placing hollow bamboo pipes around the nest so that every nighttime breeze would bring a peaceful lullaby to the unborn dragons. It seemed everything was perfect, until the eggs hatched. The oldest child, the one who was born to lead the clan, was born crippled. Clan tradition decreed that the throne could only go to the oldest male child, but how could a cripple lead a nation as strong as theirs? There were only two choices before the monarchs: kill the oldest and claim his younger brother as the rightful heir, or allow a broken king to topple their kingdom. For those who had sworn to put the welfare of their people above all, the choice was obvious. The execution would be carried out at midnight, the clan would be told that the youngest child had not survived the night, and the dynasty would persevere. As mother of the blight, Gilded Glory was given the unhappy duty of delivering her oldest child to his final resting place. As per tradition, she smuggled him out of camp, and brought him to the edge of the Ashfall Waste, prepared to let his spirit be cleansed in the fire and his ashes drift on the wind. It should have been easy, but when standing at the edge of the fire, Gilded Glory found that there are some things more important in life than even a nation. She tucked her child into her cloak and stole away into the night, taking nothing with her except the pendant that she had worn since claiming her title. The King would be told that his Queen had disappeared and the child’s body likely reduced to nothing. Many assumed that the Queen had done her duty and cast herself in after her child, but no one came close to the truth. Gilded Glory and her son took shelter in a cave where she christened herself Xanthe and her son, Jeharod. From there they fled until they came to take refuge in the lair of a Lightning Flight. For years it seemed as if all Xanthe would ever do was look after her son, and she spent many nights wide awake with terror. That they would find him, or that their new home would cast them out. Desperate, she pushed Jeharod to walk, to work, to do anything he could to become stronger. While the bend in his spine never straightened and he will never be as strong as a normal drake, Jeharod did learn to walk and took up a position as a gardener, tending the many beds of plants that feed the clan. Only when Jeharod was grown did Xanthe think of what was to become of herself. She eventually found her place helping in the management of the clan. While Fethryn and Lady Wardancer make the majority of the decisions, Xanthe serves a go between for the rulers and the people. As she did for her previous clan, she hears the requests and complaints of the people, and carries them up the chain of command, if she cannot resolve them herself. Still she knows in her heart that her charge will never be her clan, but her son, and although he is bigger than she is now, she would tear the world apart to keep him safe. |
Art by Skylark
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