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jnue

(#19272082)

ascended demon of fear | progenitor | she/her

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.6 m

Wingspan

4.93 m

Weight

643.57 kg

Genetics

Crimson
Ripple

Obsidian
Noxtide

Leaf
Basic

Hatchday

Dec 15, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Glowing

Level 18 Skydancer

EXP: 16194 / 92435

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

progen

Valorous Cape
mlun /mlun/ n. demon
prar /pɾaɾ/ prep. of
jrar /ɣɾaɾ/ n. fear

Jnue /ɣnue/ (demon of fear)

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name┋ eris, ascended demon of fear
meaning┋ woman of discord
gender┋ female
pronouns┋ she/her
age┋ 2846
sexuality┋ bisexual
alignment┋ chaotic neutral

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chaotic . guarded . maternal . unstable

┉ she is not a demon of fear because she strikes fear, she is a demon of fear because she is afraid of losing herself.

┉ eris is shade-touched, but over the years she has developed a symbiotic relationship. the shade is concentrated in her clawtips.

┉ she likes to pretend she is tough and aggressive, but everyone knows she's very soft, especially to outcasts and abandoned dragons.

┉ non-lore related, but eris is my custom progen, her original name was aura to match my old username (deadlyaura).

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tryphon, husband┋ she is eternally grateful for her husband, the day he fell into her territory was the day her life truly began. in their time together, he has taught her so much, especially with controlling her anger and fear.

odessa, estranged daughter┋ there is nothing eris regrets more than letting her adopted daughter be corrupted by grief. she wishes she could've been there for auvii when her mate died, but back then she couldn't even confront her own demons.

nemesis, bodyguard┋ her and nemesis have always been close, she would even say that nemesis is her best friend. eris confides in her about everything in her life, as she throughly trusts her advice.

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"You are an extraordinary fellow. You never say a moral thing, and you never do a wrong thing. Your cynicism is simply a pose"

- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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A big, huge work in progress. Please don’t mind the disjointed thoughts :]

When she was created, she was given no name, no family, nothing to help with her survival. The only thing she was given– the thing she held most valuable– was a feeling deep inside. A voice, speaking before she had ever learned words, of her purpose.

Fear.

A demon of fear.

This gift, this most valuable and precious gift, was something she prided her self in. Fear is powerful, the world’s greatest motivator, the most sought-after commodity. Something to be kept, to be shown off like a crown of gold and jewel. There is nothing above fear. No creature, no mortal, no– not even the gods are immune.

For years– hundreds of long, grueling, lonely years– she existed in this way.But, the arrogance of youth eventually washes away in the grand sea of life. That day, the indisputable turning point, was the day she met her namesake.

Fear, when you’re the one in control, is a drug. It’s a buzz through your entire body, a fire burning through your veins. You feel unstoppable, your previous inhibitions forgotten, and the only thing on your mind is the control you wield.

She grew too comfortable with control, too accustomed with the upper hand.

On that day, she roamed her territory, hunting aimlessly for something. What it was, she wasn’t sure, but there was a whisper from the voice, a hushed “Eris.” It was her name, gifted to her by those who feared her power. It meant woman of discord, a title she also wore with pride. For the voice to know her name, to even speak it… she knew she had to heed its call.

The voice told her she arrived, but all she had found was darkness. Squinting her eyes, she stared into the void until she realized something was looking back. The creature, old and everchanging, an undulating mass of nothing. The most chilling part was there was something familiar in the gaze of the thing. Staring into it, she saw images she had forgotten, felt things she had pushed away before she had even walked the physical plane.

She froze. In fear. There was nothing to stop it, giving it ample time to strike. It clouded her mind, brought her to her knees. Too early, it whispered, as it crawled through her mind. She didn’t understand. She felt a strong sense of betrayal, though she didn’t know why.

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The child stumbled into her life. She was young, only a few months old. It had told her to kill the hatchling, that she should be punished for entering Eris’ territory no matter the age.

She didn’t listen.

She never did.

The voice, which she once revered, became a dull constant. Once it whispered of her potential, now it only hissed of her failure. What had she failed? She couldn’t be certain. She used to perfectly understand it, now it’s nothing more than a perplexing poem. One that she ignores.

She tells herself that it’s most likely why she took the girl in. If the thing believes she is a failure, she will be a failure. Of course, she knows deep down that she wouldn’t have killed a child, no matter the circumstance. There is a certain hope that lives in their eyes. One that can’t be crushed by fear.

Fear took on a new meaning. Again, she was confronted with the truth of her reality. Fear is not something she is immune to, it is something she is predisposed to.

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He came after Auvii– Odessa, technically, but her daughter will always be Auvii. Just as Eris was given a name, earned through her reign of terror, she gifted her daughter a name earned. In the language of the vyshăăd, the inherent tongue of demons, the word means belovéd.

Fractured thoughts, conflicting ideas, distracting intrusions. There were very few times she had clarity anymore. Sometimes, late at night, she’d experience freedom. Sometimes, when staring at the stars– just for a brief few moments– there would be quiet. Those were the only times she cried.

Who is he?

She’d been catatonic for years, her daughter leaving was the last straw. It was well known, only the foolish and those wishing to die venture into her territory.

Then, who is he?

A falling star, bright enough to catch her unendingly interchanging attention. The closer it got, the more features she could make out. This was not a falling star– no, this was a falling dragon. But, she already knew this, didn’t she? No, a voice whispered back, and just like that, it faded into the vyshăăd, replaced instead with an intent to destroy. This is her territory, who is he to enter her space?

But, who is he?

How could she have known, without a doubt, that this dragon was male? She could barely see his body, consumed by flame because of the fall. She must have wondered too long. The intrusive vines in her mind consumed, denying her curiosity. No, her only intent is to kill.

Yet, who is he?

Looking at his face– when had she arrived?– she sees something. A bucket of ice water has just been thrown in her face, she’s now awake. It seems he is, too– how long has she been staring at him?– injured and half-lidded eyes filled with wonder. Where is his fear?

Uncomfortable, she backs away. There isn’t much time left. It’s trying to come back, she can feel the building pressure mounting at the base of her skull the longer she resists. She has to act now, or she never will.

“Leave.”

Not what she intended to say, not even what it wanted her to say, but her message was what came out. Her body– the thing invading her body– screams in protest as she turns away, but she knows she must. Never has walking been so hard.

The next day, he’s gone. Not that she remembers him.

That small taste of freedom was fleeting, never meant to stay. Inherently, she knows this, not that she can remember what freedom feels like anymore.

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“She’s shade touched.” Confused and agitated, she snarls angrily, thrashing about, attempting to break free from the chains that bind her.

A skydancer leans down to examine her face, reeling back when she snaps at his muzzle, “Why would you bring her to me?”

“You make potions and remedies, surely there’s something you can do for her?”

The skydancer let out a cynical huff of a laugh, shaking his head while turning to look at the angel. “There is nothing to be done, the Vyshăăd has claimed her. If it wants her back, it will take her. It’s only a matter of time.”

“She is a demon,” the angel persists, “why would she be called back to the land she came from?”

He sighs, “Surely an angel would know more than me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re pulled from Weishăă. You mean to tell me that not a single one of your kin have been called back?”

“It’s different,” he protests instantly, protective of his birthplace.

This time, the skydancer truly laughs, “It is very much the same.”

Once more, she felt this burden. The last time, the final realization that she is not alive to inspire fear, she is here to feel it.

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Vyshăăd (Vee-Shahhd)

"Void," the plane where all demons come from. Their souls fight for freedom, the chance to escape. Very few do, only the most motivated break free of their chains. Most forget their time within it. Some remember everything.

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compliment by Demagogue,
from Pick A front pager! thread
2016-04-03 14:12:27
What great colors for a Plague progen! I like your plans for her.

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compliment by Techmox,
from Top 5 Above You - Write More Edition thread
2018-07-26 14:36:33
the perfect combination of skins with apparels and colors. This green color gives her a lot of charm and makes her seem like she could surprise with more things!

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compliment by spectralOasis,
from Creepiest Dragon Above You! thread
2018-08-12 16:34:56
Look at how creepy she is! I love her Underbelly, the green really puts you on edge a bit. The blindfold is really unsettling and the smoke around her gives an air of mystery! Nice lore, too!!

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compliment by Mudsdale,
from Grab a femme vs valkyrie! thread
2018-08-14 17:25:19
Aura, you tragic fiend. The road you travel down is a sad one, and I salute you

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compliment by SockPuppet010,
from Creepiest Dragon Above You! thread
2019-01-21 02:40:27
Eris, 100% Eris. She's a demon for Plaguemama's sake. I'll meet her next in my worst nightmares.

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compliment by ThaiDramas,
from Creepiest Dragon Above You! thread
2020-06-23 20:06:46
The glowing eyes, the cleaver... no thank you.

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compliment by xxx,
from Let Me Like Your Favorite Dragon! thread
2020-06-23 14:46:20
She's so good! I love her glowing eyes, and there's nothing wrong with being a traveler. Lots of people change flights frequently. I'm not one of them, but I know plenty who do. I like her artwork and her lore, and the fact that she's level 18 is admirable! I'm stuck on level 18 for my third for my coli team. @_@;

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compliment by Phoenyxx,
from Top 5 Above You - Write More Edition thread
2021-03-23 09:08:22
She is a really nice progen, most wouldn't like the green but i think it works very well with the reds and black, almost like a toxic ooze or 'plague' coming off of her body. The apparel down to her genes are just stunning and i love that every time i look at her i find something new.

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compliment by 404UserNotFound,
from Top 5 Above You - Write More Edition thread
2021-03-24 11:31:05
Rose aesthetics are always a good start. the Leaf veined gene here really does work well with the red and black, giving off the vibe of a black rose. I also love her broadcast message; a demon of fear really does make this all the more interesting. I love her colors, aesthetic, and her lore; I would personally love to know more about the ascended.

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compliment by xxx,
from xxx thread
20xx-xx-xx xx:xx:xx
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spent 2,925g total, completed 2022-10-09
resources, code by aavikko #210856

Missing bloodshard chains

325g spiral, 185g cherub, 95g safari, 100g capsule
400g sd, 100g veined, 200g glowing
170g nox, 250g ripple
700g accent (red), 400g accent (f spiral shade)
2925g

Founded a home for dragons who are misfits/outcasts from society

shade-touched, but she learned how to work in harmony with the shade, she uses it to help her fight in the coli {gives her strength}

Older she gets, the less control she has

Demon of some sort.

Demon of fear b/c she fears losing the ones she loves / maybe b/c she fears what she's becoming.

Eris // Woman of discord

old lore please do not read it's so outdated D-: wrote:

______ Aura was born a nature baby. She came to life at an unfortunate time, during a war with plague. Her parents weren't trained to fight, instead to heal, so they stayed sheltered in the Behemoth caring for the elders and hatchlings who had also taken cover. Her parents and few other dragons were caring for those who could not fight. Aura grew up to be trained how to heal. She was a natural healer despite her father's genes, she seemed to have taken after her father. After all she was a spiral, the breed known to be hectic and often times forgetful. She was quite calm, never really growing into the dragon she was expected to become. She told those who doubted she was actually serious that she had hardened because of the war. She was only a hatchling herself, but she understood the toll of a war, and how serious this was.

______ Aura went out more and more as the hatchlings grew up and the elders were carried away by sickness and old age. She began to bury the bodies of the dead surrounding the precious landmark. She even buried those who fought for plague, because all warriors must be remembered for their bravery. Slowly, she made her way to the battlefield. She watched dragons fight and fight and fight. She found it interesting, how they had the strength to fight for long days and nights. She wished one day she could do something as great as fight for her own flight.

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