Mercenary's dragon Arctos

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.24 m

Wingspan

6.37 m

Weight

417.22 kg

Genetics

Ice
Iridescent

Ice
Bee

Teal
Capsule

Hatchday

Dec 23, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Arcane
Pastel

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

117

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

ARCTOS

THE THIEF

He was beautiful, even for a dragon.

Arctos smiled vainly at his reflection, enjoying the view the pristine slats of ice provided him. He was one of the prettiest dragons in the Frostmane alliance: an enchanting beauty with pale pink eyes that vowed innocence, and a beguiling smile that could win the most distrusting of hearts. After a few more minutes of self-basking, he tossed his head with some annoyance and spoke aloud, his voice edged with irritation.

"If my sister has some issue to discuss with me, she might be forthright with it," he hissed, turning his head to meet the gaze of a smaller dragon whose appearance, at first glance at least, was almost uncannily similar to his own. At a closer look, her features were softer and less refined, and her eyes suggested enduring patience over mischief, but it was nonetheless impossible to mistaken them for anything but siblings.

"Well, that's a friendly greeting," said Alarisa, shooting her brother a wounded look. "I only came to remind you that it's nearing the end of the season. Frostmane's going to want our clan dues soon...and you haven't worked a job in weeks. Do you have the gold?"

Arctos gave a small huff and rose to his feet reluctantly. He crossed their shared lair in a few paces and rummaged briefly through a wooden chest chased with hoarfrost before producing a sizable pouch of coins. He tossed it at his sister's feet and reclined backwards into a small, frozen nook, smirking slightly at the disapproving look on Alarisa's face.

"There's Frostmane's money. Mind if you give it to him for me? I don't feel like kowtowing today..."

"You haven't done a job in weeks," repeated Alarisa, picking up the satchel. She hefted the gold experimentally before looking back at her brother with a clear frown. "When's the last time you fought for a summer clan, Arctos?"

"Fought for a clan...." Arctos paused theatrically before scoffing. "Dangerous work, and the pay is rather mediocre unless you're renowned like Seraf or Everett...which I'm not. Look, isn't it enough that I pay my dues? Must Frostmane know how now?"

"Frostmane's always operated under the assumption that we work honestly for this clan," retorted Alarisa, her eyes flashing. "This is a mercenary clan, not a group of robbers and thieves....or worse."

Arctos matched his sister's frown. She was one of very few whose opinion mattered to him - even if only slightly - and while he was a proud thief, he didn't want Alarisa to think him of some murderer of innocents. "So I sometimes take what I need...what of it?" he said, snorting impatiently. "I rarely even kill, and never anyone who doesn't have it coming. Never a whelp, never a child. And Frostmane need not worry about his honor - I only steal from those more fortunate than ourselves, and from the shadows too, I might add. Not a one I've stolen from could pin it on me," he said frostily. "Does that satisfy you? And will you finally leave me alone about this?"

A flash of pain flickered across Alarisa's face. "Stealing is dishonorable. It doesn't matter that you steal only from the rich - it is coin not rightly won."

"Oh, spare me," said Arctos, rolling his eyes. " I'm almost certain that most of the others around here have done far worse than I have - you included. Helping other clans invade foreign territory by fire and fang and sword, all for a bit of coin...oh, so honorable," he sneered. "Still, if it bothers you so much - I can leave. I have little attachment to the others, unlike you."

"No," said Alarisa automatically. She looked at her brother, her expression torn. He was her only family left, and Arctos used that to his advantage...unfairly, at times. "No...you mustn't leave..."

"Then I suppose you're stuck with a thief for a brother," replied Arctos, smiling smugly. He returned his gaze to his reflection, tilting his head so that his pale eyes caught in the moonlight and glittered like twin stars. "A very handsome, very charming thief."

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