Cheshire
(#18823817)
Level 13 Nocturne
Familiar
Obscuring Goblin
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.07 m
Wingspan
6.93 m
Weight
590.71 kg
Genetics
Pink
Cherub
Cherub
Pink
Shimmer
Shimmer
Carmine
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 13 Nocturne
EXP: 638 / 45676
STR
63
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
35
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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"Insert your dragon's quote here." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Cheshire is the child of Chryses and Lavinia, and as such was born with remarkable strength and a tendency for magic. She's a powerful fighter in spite of her dainty size and has maintained a surprisingly youthful image, much like her witch mother. Cheshire was brought up with the intent to sacrifice to the Enyo, but with such a fierce fighting spirit Cheshire was able to break free of the numbed control that the clan has over its hatchlings and concoct a plan for escape. She is cunning and silent, only speaking when she feels something needs to be said. This doesn't make her undesirable, however, as Cheshire is incredibly charming and suave if the situation calls for it. After all, her physical appearance is very youthful, and nobody expects such a young girl to be so clever and sharp-witted.
bio by ClanEnyo
That innocuous appearance, that clever ruse that would become her salvation.
It would be her saving grace, when the opportunity to escape had appeared. Though perhaps it had not been the future she would be expecting. The Enyo was not the only clan known to lurk in the shadows - though many may be naught but ghost stories often whispered, carried away by the wind. Perhaps such legends shouldn't be dismissed as hogwash just yet.
bio by Fluffghost
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I N V E N T O R Y
R E L A T I O N S  SUMMERSONG ━ TEACHER |
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S T O R I E S ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ It was time that had run thin, in the end. The escape had to be done now, there would be no other chances if she waited any further. She was next to go, the clan just waiting for the right time for their diety to embrace her, as it had with the other hatchlings. The fog was thick the night of the escape, the clan sure to notice her disappearance. It's pull was absolute on it's hatchlings, after all. To find one of their sacrifices missing before the time was nigh was sure to cause alarm. And her coloring certainly wouldn't be to her advantage, bright pink scales in stark contrast to the shadows around. She wouldn't be sure whether she should thank the fog or not. It may have hid her form, but her escape had also caught the eyes of that which lived within. The presence of the other had made itself known with nothing more than a voice the Nocturne couldn't recognize, one unfamiliar. It would be all the warning she'd be given, before a set of claws scooped her up and carried her off with the wind's breeze. In the end, she would learn that her kidnapping was inevitable. That whether she had agreed or denied, that the being who had been in the fog with her on the night of escape, she would have been abducted anyways. That she had caught the voice's fancy, and that the question was naught but formality to announce her presence. It was a dragon by the name of Summersong, she had learned. A whimsical woman, scatterbrained but not ignorant. A witch, much like herself. And it was through her that she had learned of her new home, and of her new life. This clan which had stolen her, the Gales Echo. It was safe, untouched by the shade. But not without it's own conditions. That it's lair, this shrouded, misty island of waterfalls and bamboo, was a product of wind magic and urban legend, a Laputa which only appeared when the storms got bad. A living ghost story, a tale told on the wind. One which stole away dragons at their own fancy, and one whose occupants were naught by spirits, spooks which haunted the dragons which lived outside the mists they called home. And that dragons which tried to pursue it's appearance in the sky would disappear themselves, taken by the wind. This Skydancer, this witch. She had presented an opportunity that night in the fog. That she could take her somewhere safe, let her study under her to learn magic and hone her abilities in earnest. To utalize her powers to their full potential. That she would live, but in doing so, she would become naught but an urban legend herself.
What other choice did she have?
Her clan was already on her tail. And so like that, fates had changed, and the witch's apprentice she had become. A new name of Cheshire, an affectionate nickname by the witch herself, to erase the name her old clan had given her. The same it gave all their hatchlings who would reach the same fate. It was an opportunity, a new hand dealt at life. She may as well stick around to see what becomes of it. |
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