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Icirrus

(#19183719)

Level 4 Imperial

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

25.64 m

Wingspan

24.1 m

Weight

9270.25 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Iridescent

Coal
Shimmer

Ice
Crackle

Hatchday

Dec 13, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 4 Imperial

EXP: 1379 / 4027

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Hope
Lyra

Offspring

none

Biography

I C I R R U S

beneath the surface
sing malevolent spirits, at bay
only with shackles and steadfast will

The voices of the dead howl in his mind.
Born mere hours after three imperials of his birth clan succumbed to disease, and an hour before a fourth followed them, the then-hatchling Icirrus was somehow affected by the event, ice-blue crackle running along his body days after his hatching. Their dying voices and pleas followed him as a hatchling.

He isn't sure when someone first called him shadeborn, but the name persisted through his early years, a mocking haunting isolating him from his peers.
(but who wants to be friends with such a freak, anyway?)

As Icirrus aged, the voices changed with him. They screamed less about their last hours and more about how they longed to run and fly again, feel the earth tremble with their movements and the air rush by their wings. Whispers, murmurs, of how he would be such a lovely drake if he could just - let them, take control for a moment, to feel how to be alive again. When the whispers did not work, they reverted to screaming - howling, wailing, fury in every syllable as they tried to wrest control of his body away from him. Icirrus fought them every step of the way, fighting for his autonomy, to stop them - but sometimes he does not succeed, and those who witness the change tell him after, if they are alive to tell him at all, that his eyes turn a ghostly, glowing marble-pale. For Icirrus, it is like falling asleep - into a coma he does not know he is in, and can rarely wake from without severe action.

For any other dragon, the healer who he went to once said, I would have said it was a sickness of the mind. A second personality, a twin wanting out, to live the life they were denied by your birth. But no, this is not applicable for you.
What am I, then? he'd asked, and the skydancer, wind-born, gave him a sorrowful smile.
I expect you'll find out, my dear.

Icirrus did, and - when he managed to defeat the voices more often - understood why the healer refused to tell.

Emperor was a harsh judgement to proclaim.

The first time the voices had truly, truly won, Icirrus had nearly been overcome by pain, as his dead (no, you are the dead, we are the living) dead dead dead spirits forced out a head they could control from his shoulder, one capable of controlling him. It was insubstantial, more breath and magic than flesh, but still - it had control of him, not the other way around. And unlike the other times, he did not fall into dreamless sleep - he watched, a prisoner in his own body, as the second head ruled and destroyed.

It was not until a bolt of arcane light (mystery, hah, one day we will destroy them too) severed the head from his shoulder that he regained control. The scar from the not-flesh head remains, a patch scales refuse to cover.

Since then, Icirrus has learned control, how to dominate instead of submit to the emperor-voices thrumming in his head, the ghost of wrathful spirits. He wears the peacekeeper white to focus, stays in solitude as precaution, with odd interaction to remind him why he fights. His iron-fierce will is bolstered by the belief - or at least trust - in him that his clanmates hold, that he will not let the emperor inside him out.

Icirrus does not always succeed, and sometimes it is simply overwhelming, the strength of the emperor that hides in his body, the strength of the voices that tell him to just -
- give in
- but he will not, will never, let himself lose the war.

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