Faux
(#19414026)
Archmage
Familiar
Vulpine Lamp
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Coatl
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.84 m
Wingspan
8.95 m
Weight
713.41 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Speckle
Speckle
Royal
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Caribbean
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
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Faux
""Sorcerer"" and Archmage *scribbling sounds* Faux was born into a clan named Jötunheimr, deep in the Southern Icefields. His parents loved him, yes, but as soon as he was a few days old they figured he could make it on his own. So, Faux needed to find his place. To do this, he did a lot of observing. He observed the fighters of the lair and quickly realized that wasn't for him. Same for the hunters, foragers, fishers, and bug catchers. While Faux did think that leaving the lair and seeing the outside world would be fun, he would not want to hurt another living creature. He saw the food keepers, treasure keepers, and gem keepers. He thought that would be the most boring job in the world, and was definitely not for him. There was one group Faux did find great interest in though. This group was dubbed "the Witch Squad". Faux quickly grew a fascination for their work. |
  
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He would watch as they would make spells, figure out magical recipes, and they often left the lair to gather more ingredients. Everyone in Jötunheimr loved the five witches. Faux wanted the fame they had. But, unfortunately for Faux, he was too nervous to talk to his idols. Plus they were all Nocturnes. No way they would accept a clumsy Coatl like him. So, he admired from afar. He tried to write in his journals of the recipes he thought they were making. He estimated the measurements (poorly) and tried to guess what they were using (which he also did poorly). He even came up with a few of his own recipes and spells. He watched the witches for so long he knew their schedule, and when their cauldron was free. So, one night He snuck into their portion of the lair, dumped all of his ingredients in to it, mumbled his "special" spells and, poof! Nothing..... nothing happened. Nothing?! Nothing happened?! But all his hard work! Down to nothi--- wait, what was that smell? It smelt awful! Like rotten fish! Horrible! Faux ran away from the cauldron as fast as he could to the opposite side of the clan. Soon, the whole clan was awake and complaining about the terrible, disgusting, smell. Faux was trying to be quiet and non-suspicious as he could possibly be. Every time a dragon would ask him if he knew what was the source of the stench he would shrug or shake his head. Finally, a meeting was called. Dresden, the clan's leader, was standing next to the five members of "witch squad". The clan was already whispering among themselves. "It was the witches? They did this?" one said. "I expected more of them." one angry Ridgeback remarked. Oh no, Faux thought to himself, had he turned the clan against the witches? |
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"We have found the source of the problem," the leader began, "we resolved the issue and we are looking into who started this. Now, go back to your business." The group quickly dispersed. This meeting only worried Faux more. What if Dresden found out it was him? Faux was well aware of how trouble makers were handled in this clan. How they were "convinced" to serve the Icewarden. The frightened Coatl quickly made it back to his den where we was trying to gather all of his things. He had to leave. This was when he realized his hat was missing. Did he leave it behind? Oh no, oh no. Now they definitely knew it was him. He had to go. Had to escape. "Looking for this?" Faux turned and saw the five Jötunheimr witches. One of them, a white and red Nocturne, was holding his Conjurer's Hat. Faux was very nervous. What were they going to do to him? Maybe they were going to hurt him, or cast a spell to make him as tiny as a Fae!"Uh, I don't know. Idon't think so. It has to be someone else's." Faux replied.A few of the Nocturnes looked amused by his answer."Listen, Faux. We know it was you." The blue one said. "And it's okay! We're not going to hurt you."We have noticed you watching us." The only male Nocturne told him. "We thought it was flattering! And we think you'll be a great witch some day! You're not fit for here though..." The eldest, a Nocturne named Rosetta, was next to speak up. "I've been in this clan for a long time. Many of our previous clanmates have moved to the Sunbeam Ruins. Maybe you should go there, too." So, it was decided. That night Faux headed off to this mysterious Sunbeam Ruins. The witches had made a map of his new clan's location. Once he arrived, Aurum, the leader, welcomed him with open arms. Now Faux spends his time the way he always wanted to. Making new spells and recipes. He's still not very good at it, though..... |
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