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Regalia

(#19252315)

Level 25 Gaoler

Serenity

Rosa Cerdae

Energy: 46/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

11.21 m

Wingspan

6.18 m

Weight

7012.35 kg

Genetics

Plum
Jaguar (Gaoler)

Periwinkle
Flair (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Dec 15, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Plague
Dark Sclera

Level 25 Gaoler

Max Level

STR

130

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Regalia

The Crystal Queen

Regalia is the queen and matriarch of her clan. Her opulent, crystal embroidered silks dyed the richest of purples is a sign of her royal status. Some may assume her to be vain and haughty from appearance alone, but in truth she remains humble and fair to all.

Her title of crystal queen was bestowed upon her due to her crystal magic. No one knows how or why she was born with such strange magic, but it has garnered her a reputation that has existed long before she became queen.

Origins

Before she became queen she had humble beginnings. At least, from what she knows as her beginnings. Her egg was found in a nest that had been utterly destroyed. The slimy, translucent shells of the pustules containing her siblings were shattered, shards of soft shells scattered throughout what remained of the nest. As if that wasn't enough, there were splatters of dark red stains, particularly in spots where there was once an egg.

It was a horrific scene and it was clear that whoever did this held a deep hatred for the parents of this nest. Who the parents were was not a concern to the dragons that stumbled upon this nightmare. The dragons, a small family of Tundras out foraging, couldn't believe their eyes. Varying expressions of shock, horror, fear, and disgust were upon their faces. Many had lost their appetites at the sight and murmurs of returning home and forgetting what they've seen spread amongst them.

Just as they were about to leave, one Tundra who Regalia would come to know as her mother found an intact egg. Buried under fleshy tendrils, covered by the ribcage of an unknown creature was Regalia's egg. Its position in the nest the likely reason why it had been spared. Carefully, the Tundra made her way to the egg catching the attention of her family as they watched her lift the ribcage and pull the tendrils revealing an intact egg. She gingerly scooped the egg into her paws and with one look the others knew that they had a new member of their little family.

The hatching of Regalia's egg led to the reveal of a peculiar looking Tundra, at least that's what her family thought. They've never seen, let alone heard of a Gaoler. Their quiet, secluded lives in their little corner of the wasteland didn't lend well to meeting many dragons or keeping up with current news.

The first thing they noticed was her fur. Unlike their year round summer coats, Regalia's fur was dense and thick throughout her entire body with a prominent fluffy mane. While worries of her overheating began to crop up, her mother was focused on naming their new bundle of joy. She noted Regalia's royal purple fur and glimmering underbelly. It was noble, regal almost. And that's when she had the perfect name.

Regalia.

Growing up

Regalia had a quiet and easy childhood. Her family lived a simple life in their burrows. Days were spent foraging the wasteland for what little bit of vegetation they could scrounge up to eat or bring back to store in their larder. One of her elder siblings who fancied himself a gardener set up an empty plot to start a garden. It was a family affair with everyone pitching in to help. Finding an empty piece of land was easy, it was preparing it that was the hard part. Tendrils of flesh, pockets of pustules that eerily resembled eyes, and pools of rancid liquid were abundant but that didn't stop them.

Regalia discovered early on that she had a knack for slicing through the fleshy, meaty bits of ground thanks to her sharp claws. On one occasion she opted to chew through it. It was a spur of the moment action, brought about due to her teething at the time. And it was there she made another discovery: Her love of meat. She quite like the meaty flavor and texture although she could do without the rotten aftertaste. Her family, on the other hand, were less enthused about this new dietary habit.

Soon enough there was a burgeoning garden to tend to and harvest from. Her brother couldn't have been more proud.

Undiscovered Heritage

After reaching adolescence, she was big enough to go out foraging alongside the older members of her family, having been relegated to staying in the burrows as a hatchling with that day's hatchlingsitter. She was much larger than a Tundra her age would normally be, with her horns starting to resemble antlers, larger and sharper claws, and a bigger mane. The only part that hasn't grown much were her wings which remained stunted.

The skies were unusually murky that day. The broiling sun hidden within cloud cover. On land, pestilent mists rolled in from putrid, bubbling lakes enshrouding all. It created a cooling effect that provided the fur covered dragons with much needed relief from the heat of the wasteland. But it also provided cover for beasts and other horrors to hide within.

As she and the other members of her foraging group trekked through the misty land, searching and digging for any edible plant life, she heard it.

Snap

Her ears flicking in the direction of the sound she looked up from where she had begun digging through dead grass and dry, cracked dirt. She looked to the others to see if they had heard it too, but they remained oblivious, continuing to search for food.

Crack

Again. There it was again. Closer now. Surely, the rest of her group would have heard that? A turn to the others, still nothing. They were blissfully unaware of the strange sounds. Digging and harvesting what little vegetation they found with one even grazing on some shrub.

Crack, crunch, CRUNCH

The last sound had caught everyone's attention, with Regalia herself jumping at the sudden loud noise.

What was that? The thought on everyone's minds at that moment as they begun wildly looking around.

Her father took charge of the situation, immediately telling everyone to form a circle with their backs to each other. Regalia, being the youngest and most vulnerable was pushed into the center of this protective circle as everyone stood at attention for what was to come.

The sound of cracking wood followed by numerous loud thuds as trees were splintered and felled marked the entrance of something so ancient, so horrific and incomprehensible that even now Regalia can't explain what she saw. All she remembers was a gaping maw filled with rows of razor, sharp teeth. Its fetid breath as it drew closer and prominent, piercing eyes.

The air shifted and she could feel the magic running through the land coalesce as bolts of pestilence were launched from the Tundras at the creature. Despite the elemental barrage, it didn't falter in its steps continuing onward to the group of dragons. Regalia could only stare in fear as the realization set in that this... thing could not be stopped. They could not stop it and the others realized this too, as they halted their efforts. This was a fight they could not win, so they did the only thing they could do.

Run.

Her lungs burned as she pushed her legs to move faster and faster. Her thick fur coat and mane weighed her down and she quickly found herself overheating. Her muscles screamed for her to stop, to rest, but she couldn't. If she did than that thing, that creature would catch her and she would surely perish.

Alas, she could not keep up and she watched in terror as she saw the rest of her group moving farther and farther ahead of her as she trailed behind. She tried to push on, but her body had reached its limit. The heat, combined with the weight of her fur and mane was too much to maintain her sprint and soon her legs gave out. She fell to the ground, tumbling head over tail into a furry heap.

She could see it drawing near. Its massive form towering over the trees as it slowly, deliberately, marched forward. Despite her best efforts, her legs refused to move. She could only look on helplessly at the impending fate that awaited her. If possible, the creature's maw seemed to grow wider almost as if it was smiling in delight in anticipation of its meal.

The others were long gone. She couldn't blame them, she supposed. After all, one of the first lessons taught about survival in the wasteland in these types of situations was to sacrifice one to save the rest.

And she was that sacrifice.

She can feel and smell its breath, a stench so rancid and vile that it sickened even her, a plague dragon. She could count the rows of teeth that lined its mouth, see how they gleamed even under the cover of mist.

She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain.

But the pain never came.

An ear-piercing screech sounded from the creature and she winced as she opened her eyes to witness an unbelievable sight.

There were dragons. Large dragons with gnarled antlers, long, sharp claws, thick, dense fur coats and manes, and stunted yet powerful wings.

Dragons that look like her.

One of the dragons had attacked it, drawing the creature's attention to them. The rest of the group than began to surround the creature, enclosing it in a tight circle so that it couldn't escape. She could only stare in awe at how the dragons moved and acted in complete coordination with each other. Each dragon knew their role and no one was out of step. It didn't take long for her to realize that these mysterious dragons were herding the creature. It would only go where they wanted it to go.

Secured in their circle, the dragons hobbled the creature, it screeching and thrashing all the while. After a while, it's movements slowed and it stopped sounding its horrible cry, evidently weakened. Unspoken words were said between the dragons before moving forward with their quarry in tow. As they walked, one of the dragons suddenly stopped and turned to look directly at Regalia.

There was an unknown emotion in the dragon's eyes but she distinctly remembers the feeling of familiarity she had when looking into those red eyes.

She would return home to great relief from her family and numerous apologies from those from her group with the biggest coming from her father, but her mind was far too focused on that strange group of dragons that saved her.

Crystal Magic

Regalia discovered her magic under the tutelage of her mother. An accomplished mage in her own right, Regalia's mother had taught all her children how to harness and control their innate magic.

It was during one of these lessons where Regalia cast her first spell. Rather than the expected virulent bolt of magic, in it's place was a shard like crystal that exploded into tiny fragments upon impact. This confounded her mother to no end and still does to this day. Her daughter is a plague dragon. It was clear as day that she was with her red eyes. Yet, her magic was akin to the frozen chunks of ice cast by ice dragons.

Target practice yielded more interesting results. A target dummy had been set up in a nearby field. It looked more like a macabre effigy with the arms consisting of bones, the torso a ribcage draped in tattered cloth, and the head a deer skull complete with a rack of antlers and an old hat courtesy of the young hatchlings from the newest clutch. It was almost endearing with the hat on. Almost.

Regalia readied the spell, feeling the shift in magic as it condensed around her maw. Then she released.

It went flying straight towards the dummy, hitting a little above the chest. As expected, the crystal shard exploded into smaller shards, but than something unexpected happen. At the point of impact small crystals began to form, growing and expanding as it spread down the tattered cloth and ribcage. By the time the crystals stopped, they had become large jagged shards.

It was strangely beautiful.

It looked no different from actual crystals. With the same luminosity and reflective surface making it gleam and sparkle and an icy blue hue to match.

While that day had caused questions of Regalia having ice ancestry which in turn affected her magic. It was also the day that resulted in Regalia's love of crystals.

The next time she used her magic like that would be years later. As a young dragon having just reached her adult years, she wanted more than the simple life she lived. She wanted to see more of the world than the stretch of wasteland her family called home. Most importantly, she wanted to find those mysterious dragons all those years ago that saved her.

Who were they? And why did that one dragon feel so familiar to her?

After teary goodbyes and well wishes she set out on her own with no destination in mind. Early in her travels she would be accosted by a group of bandits. She had very little to spare other than the treasure and gems her family had given her which she refused to part with. In response the bandits chose to take her valuables by force.

It was the first real fight she had been in. And although she had the occasional magic duel with her siblings, it was in a controlled environment with very little risk to life and limb. Her size and strength combined with her thick fur coat allowed her to shrug off some blows as she readied a spell.

She aimed at the ringleader of these bandits. The dragon that had first approached her and was now calling the shots as he directed the rest of his group.

The first shot was a miss, but the second hit true.

Immediately crystals began forming at the site of impact, growing and spreading like a rapid infection. He could only watch in horror as his body began to crystallize. His limbs were the first to become encased leaving him immobilized and helpless as the crystals crawled up his neck and covered his head.

His fellow bandits were frozen in shock as they witnessed their leader become little more than a dragon shaped crystal. Regalia readied another spell and the sight of crystal shards forming at her maw was enough to send them running.

With time and experience, Regalia would hone her magic and learn to control this crystalization, being able to stop or expedite its progress.

Personality

While Regalia was raised in the simple life her taste are anything but. She desires glitz and glam and enjoys the finer things in life. One could say that she achieved this goal with her royal status. Perhaps it is because she grew up with little that she wants a lot.

She has an amiable disposition which helps greatly with calming the nerves of smaller dragons and beasts who would otherwise be intimidated by her size and bulk. She often jokes that her "bulk" is ninety nine percent fur and one percent actual muscle.

She is quite nurturing towards hatchlings with strong maternal instincts and the experience to match. She had many younger siblings and relatives growing up and would often watch over them when the adults couldn't. Her larger size and fluffy fur made her a favored playmate and it wasn't unusual to see the small hatchlings hitching a ride on her as she galloped through the lair, giggling and laughing all the while.

Ironically, she is quite the green thumb owing to time spent in the family garden. Although it may not be as lush and verdant as the gardens in the Viridian Labyrinth, it was a massive achievement considering the inhospitable nature of the wasteland.

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