Timestrike
(#1924247)
Level 25 Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.29 m
Wingspan
3.86 m
Weight
405.68 kg
Genetics
Orca
Skink
Skink
Metals
Shimmer
Shimmer
Fern
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Tundra
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
59
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Neptune
- MiamiSunset
- Dasher
- Lotuschaser
- Smartsilver
- Gemtail
- Unnamed
- Eyebright
- Radimir
- Hermes
- Tempeste
- Benedict
- Praxus
- Tomatoblush
- Bubblethinker
- Suncoil
- Sparklestep
- Sparklemotion
- Eirlys
- Anthrax
- Glimmerpal
- Rimshot
- Steelspark
- Winkwhisker
- WekkWekk
- Slipperdash
- Sparkguzzler
- Sparkfreckle
- Splitterglue
- Satiran
- Sveta
- Rot
- Rot
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
- Gavin
Biography
TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW
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Fruit flies like a banana
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Fruit flies like a banana
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TIMESTRIKE comes from old Shadow mobster blood. His stock is good stock, with long, deep roots in protection gigs stretching back a good long way. Whole bunch of cousins so-many-times-removed doing good work for the Shadowbinder, they say. Timestrike's never had very lofty aspirations, perhaps feeling that most of the good work was already done by the folks coming before him on his family tree. He's not real smart but he doesn't pretend to be, either. In the Wood he mostly took lucrative protection gigs, standing guard for cleverer dragons than he while they were too busy to watch their own backs. He picked up enough knowledge secondhand about wheeling, dealing, and swindling while on the job to develop that specific kind of relaxed overconfidence the not-clever-enough are like to get up to. That's probably where it all went wrong. One gig went south and Timestrike followed, under the general notion that the bigger you are, the more it hurts when you fall. He headed as far down as the Ashfall Wastes before he got tired. Down there he fell in with Harling's crew, the Cachinno Company, and made enough friends there to feel secure. When Harling left for the Wasteland, Timestrike followed. He had only two second thoughts before he met Ganix, and then he stopped having those altogether. He doesn't get as many protection gigs these days. Most of his work is in exaltee escort detail. It doesn't pay nearly as well as his old gigs, but on the other hand doing the work means the weirdos running this town have stopped giving him the profound side-eye, and that's almost as good as gold. |
IMPRESSIONS
The only time he doesn't look like he's lounging is when he's actively in the midst of a melee. He looks like the kind of dragon you want on your side in a skirmish: heavy muscle under gleaming fur, claws as sharp and shining as diamond, reflexes keener than a hungry rattlesnake in a rathole. He plays tall, dark, and stupid well enough in polite conversation, but any fool will tell you Keep an eye on this one.
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RELATIONSHIPS
GANIX is the love of his life, if Timestrike may speak plainly. They met because he was the only muscle big and dumb enough to follow Ganix out into the wilderness to test her alternative energy collection methods. He doesn't understand half of what Ganix says when she talks about her work but he'll listen to her all the live long day because that's what you do when you're in love.ANDREA is the kind of personality they'd take out back to sleep with the mushrooms where he's from -- a leak, in other words -- but this ain't the mob anymore so that's a moot point. Their first encounter was somewhat rocky (Andrea attempted to give him a big ol' hug while covered snoot-to-foot in unmentionable goop after having just climbed out of a wartoad carcass) but their relationship has grown more serious since then. Timestrike has long since stopped pretending that he doesn't love her, even if much of their interpersonal day-to-day is founded on irreverent banter. HARLING is the Big Boss of Everything so far as Timestrike's concerned. If she says jump, he just asks how high. Occasionally she still gives him contracts, but mostly he just keeps her abreast of the info he gets running exaltee details for the Wounders. |
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