Grast
(#19272142)
She/Her | Purgation aflame.
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Energy: 38/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
28.21 m
Wingspan
17.33 m
Weight
6987.74 kg
Genetics
Sand
Bar
Bar
Blood
Daub
Daub
Blood
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 421 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Even with orange eyes shaded with intricate patterns of sickly green, Grast’s appearance alone is enough to show that she was not born to plague. She was instead molded by rot’s touch, even in the far distant lands of her birth. She recalls the ashen toxins of the Fumaroles, not dissimilar to the acrid tang on the wind when she takes flight above the Hellcroft’s sprawl, and the relentless, burning heat that split through the groaning earth. Such dangerous lands were a perfect home for a clan that wished to be left well enough alone, emerging only from the smoke when the time was right, and she’d never paid any mind to the murmurings that such dangerous and hostile lands must have been abandoned by the gods. Perhaps she should have taken such superstition to heart as Flamecaller did little when her clan fell to sickness, sweeping through her life as a surging tidal wave, a force of nature dousing the flames of her kin. Though time has let her see that it was unlikely a strictly natural occurence - their clan had its enemies, after all - she was left near broken in mourning by such great loss, everything she had ever known stolen from her in short-lived agony that she was powerless to do ought to cure. She had never been one for the healing arts, but the memories of how frazzled their apothocary was leave her doubting it would have done them much good to have been better acquainted with curing than destruction. Though she does not refuse the gifts her elemental heritage bestowed on her, horns antlers often aflame, fire illuminating her sand dusted scales, her soul holds no doubt about who she has become truly behold to. It may sound strange to some ears to learn that it is the tenents of Plaguebringer that offered her solace after her life was torn asunder but ferocious disease, but she found great comfort in undertaking teachings that promised the ability to manipulate and control vile outbreaks. Certainty came to her when granted the opportunity to undertake the necromancer’s trials after finding a transient home beneath the Seedscar, unable to conceive of any answer of than a firm yes. If she failed, then she would endure the fate that she had narrowly escaped from all those years ago. If she succeeded, well - the pain of her youth had been for something. She thrived, in fact. She has called the Wastelands home for dozens of summer, cities crafted by foul ingenunity replacing her image of home in her mind as timed passed, and utterly devotes herself to her role as priest. Those under her (metaphorical) banner are collectively referred to as the Pyretic Contagion, primarily focused on upholding the priesthood's beliefs, and she holds an incredibly open door to those who might wish to undertake the trials. Her more private duties take her away from the halls of the Contagion, from time to time. Losing so many taught her to value life and necromancy instilled in her the value of all kinds of life, beginning from the unseen bringers of plague to the great bulk of her fellow imperials. Naturally it underlined the value of keeping the taking of a life as a personal task, not to be merely pawned off to those who worked alongside and beneath her. She certainly didn't forget all her tricks from the Fumaroles, after all. -- priest/assassin ~ Grast is from an assassin clan and they definitely were taken out by rivals ~ Because of how much comfort they gave her, Grast is very much beholden to the necromantic way of being. Do not test her >:U ~ “The pyretic contagion” ~ Fam: Wretch. She needed something from home. Not named because she feels poorly towards them or the concept of fire, but they tend to get in the way and tangle around her so yelling WRETCH >:U is easier Cloaks, represented by Sea Slug Cloaks, Capes, Cowls, Banners, Shrouds, and Guises: A symbol of authority, deception, sacrifice, uniformity, devotion, and service. Necromancers bearing cloaks often serve as priests to their clans. They are first and foremost disciples of Plaguebringer and will insist that Her tenets and decrees are followed to the letter. They guide the day-to-day spiritual practices of the clan and ensure all members are baptized with the latest plague. |
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