Sergei
(#19724604)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Sorrowsnow Bulemoth
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Energy: 45/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
29.66 m
Wingspan
20.9 m
Weight
7786.96 kg
Genetics
Pink
Crystal
Crystal
Ice
Facet
Facet
Ice
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
  
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 Sergei |
 
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"He who wants a rose... must first respect the thorn..."
A golden throne. A crystal crown. A pile of bloodied bones.
Driven out, exiled
What is it that they call "home"?
Driven out, exiled
What is it that they call "home"?
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Once upon a time, a palace stood tall and proud upon the wintry slopes of the Southern Icefield. Here, a family of Imperials ruled over their kingdom, regal and cold. Their reign was glacial and everlasting as the eternal winter that embraced their homeland, and under it, all thought peace would last forever. But this was not so. As time passed, the royal family expanded into many minor branches centred around a main family. Fights broke out among the smaller divisions as each subsidiary believed their blood to be purer than the others. The chaos spread from the palace, then into even the most remote villages as the denizens of the kingdom were forced to take one side or the other. Among the minor families, one family towered over the most, and subsequently, the other branches fell before them. Proud and vain, they declared their blood to be the purest of all. This proclamation did not go unnoticed. The main family had been watching the conflicts listlessly, but when the minor branch made such a foolish declaration, the main branch decided that its interference was necessary. They gathered their forces, summoned their strongest mages, and went to conquer the offending family. As strong as the minor family had proven itself to be, they were no match for the sheer force of the main branch. Their palace was torn down; their servants and warriors rounded up and slaughtered. Into the ruins of their home the invaders advanced, and the royal family was captured. They were not killed - death was too simple a punishment for such an offence; an example must be set to subdue the other families. Instead, the two heads of the family were forced to watch as one by one, their children were slaughtered. Only one child was left alive to use as leverage, their only son. The main branch warned the two heads what torture might await their remaining legacy if they dared raise a single claw, then dragged them off to the main palace. And their child, their prince, was left to roam.
All alone, all alone.
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Banished to a small island situated between Arcane and Ice territory, Sergei has kept his regal demeanor despite the downfall of his family. Having been exiled as a young hatchling, he remembers nothing more than a few murmured words, warm contact, and the feeling of being loved. Kindness and affection he can recall of his siblings and parents, but their names he cannot. He does not know what happened to his family, or if they were even alive, and it's safe to say that he will never know. Having been part of a royal family, Sergei knows to keep his distance from other dragons. This may be because he recalls being taught not to interact with plebeians, or simply because he would prefer not to dabble in relationships at all. If he must interact with others, this is done in a stoic and painfully polite manner meant to drive the offender away. Only with certain dragons is he willing to talk freely with, though most of the time, he prefers to brood over tea and ponder the concepts of mysteries he'll never know. Sergei also enjoys reading, and takes the plot of every book he reads to the most spiritual level possible. When he's not coldly disregarding the poor souls trying to talk to him, Sergei can be found minding his rose garden. His attachment to his roses is beyond passion - it's an obsession. He can often be heard speaking to his roses as he waters and trims them. It's quite adorable - but be aware, if you wish to spectate, do it from a far distance. Sergei can get rather aggressive when other dragons violate his precious flowers with their disgraceful eyes. |
§ Bio and Coding by MythicalViper
§ Bio Assets by PoisonedPaper
If you ask Sergei how he and Thyla met, he will tell you that it began in a rose garden, one cold morning.
As he does weekly, he shifts into his human form to more easily tend the roses. He is in the middle of trimming an insect-eaten branch when the crunching of gravel behind him and quick, heavy breaths alert him to a visitor.
He waits until they speak.
“You there! What are you doing?”
The Pearlcatcher appears shocked. He regards him with a sense of amusement.
“What?”
“What are you doing there? It’s quite rude to trespass on someone’s property, you know.”
“What?” Clearly he’s confused, or maybe just new around the clan.
“This is Sergei’s property, and you shouldn’t be here.”
“What?”
He notices him staring at his chest, and surreptitiously looks down. The top of his shirt exposes a V of pale skin. He must have forgotten to button it back up when he shifted.
“Look, are you simple? Unless you’re Sergei himself, you aren’t supposed to be in the garden!” His voice is filled with exasperation.
“And what about you? Why are you here, then?”
“Well, that’s different. I’ve come to bring him some tea. Courtesy of Rosemary.”
“That’s very kind of you, but Rosemary frets over me far too much. I really don't need all this tea.” Sergei has to stop himself from grinning like a deranged chipmunk. He smiles nonetheless.
He watches as the Pearlcatcher chokes. “You–you’re Sergei?”
“In the flesh,” he nods slightly. “Would you like some tea? Please, I insist. It's the least I can do after tricking you.”
“I suppose I can sample a cup or two. I’m Thyla, by the way,” he stutters.
“Sergei,” he extends his hand. “But I suppose you already knew that.”
Thyla’s laughter is nervous.
Nervous, but kind.
A cup or two turns into several pots as they while the afternoon away in amiable companionship.
“It’s getting dark,” Thyla suddenly says.
“Thank you for keeping me company.”
“Perhaps I’ll come back and accuse you of trespassing another time.”
As he watches Thyla walk down the hill, Sergei smiles again.
He’ll have to thank Rosemary when he gets the time.
Rosemary somehow seems to keep finding excuses to send Thyla back.
Sergei won’t bother prying further. It’s best not to get his hopes up, anyway.
“Matcha has one of the highest caffeine levels of any teas, but black is almost equivalent to it, not to mention—I’m rambling again, aren't I?” the Pearlcatcher asks. A blush comes to his cheeks.
“A bit,” he says gently. “But you wouldn't be my friend if you didn't.”
For a split second, Sergei can almost swear Thyla looks disappointed.
“Come outside,” Thyla leads him towards the garden.
Sergei’s heart stops as he sees the small rosebush sitting in a pot. Its icy white blossoms quiver gently in the wind.
“Oh, Arcanist, it's beautiful! How did you remember which cultivar I was looking for?”
He won’t lie, he’s flattered that the Pearlcatcher remembered.
He never thought he would get a gift like this.
But perhaps the greatest gift is you.
“Okay, here's a question: does true love exist or not?” Thyla asks.
“I don’t know...maybe with the right person.” Sergei laughs right along with him. What a joke.
Every fiber in my body is telling me to kiss you.
“Who would that be?”
“Someone who makes me smile...who makes me laugh.” Thyla stares back at him, unblinking. If he knows, he does not show it. “Someone who cares about me for my thorns, not just my roses.”
Can you tell? It’s always been you.
“I don’t know...are you sure she likes you?”
“Well, I suppose so. I mean...”
“I don’t think she likes you. Not that way. And I don’t think you should try to pursue her, either.”
His heart falters, fumbles, freezes.
He doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
Because if even Thyla thinks he shouldn’t try, he must truly be incapable of being loved.
“What are you saying?” he asks, trying to keep his voice steady. He bites his lip, then closes his eyes as he tries to stem his tears.
“I’m saying that I love you!”
“....oh.”
Oh.
“I’m sorry,” the Pearlcatcher says. “I didn’t mean to—”
He blinks, unsure of what he’s just heard. “Did you just apologize?”
“Y-yeah. I just—I’m sorry, I should go,” Thyla turns to flee.
“Wait.” Sergei’s voice is so quiet it’s almost a whisper. “The first time I’ve ever seen you apologize...and for something you shouldn’t even be sorry for.” He tries not to laugh again. “You can be so obtuse sometimes.”
“What? Me, the obtuse one?” he splutters as he turns to face him. “I’ve been trying for months! The rosebush, our conversation about true love, even my visits! Didn't you ever wonder at how much I came to see you? Maybe found it suspicious? All to get you to realize that I—” he trails off into awkward silence again.
“Did you ever consider that I did realize?”
The Pearlcatcher stares in shock.
“That maybe I fell in love too? Because you’re sweet, and funny, and charming, and caring, and—” he can barely speak over the lump in his throat. “And I can only hope to make you half as happy as you make me.”
“You will always make me happy.”
“I want to learn everything about you,” Sergei murmurs as their lips meet (and he has until the end of time).
As he does weekly, he shifts into his human form to more easily tend the roses. He is in the middle of trimming an insect-eaten branch when the crunching of gravel behind him and quick, heavy breaths alert him to a visitor.
He waits until they speak.
“You there! What are you doing?”
The Pearlcatcher appears shocked. He regards him with a sense of amusement.
“What?”
“What are you doing there? It’s quite rude to trespass on someone’s property, you know.”
“What?” Clearly he’s confused, or maybe just new around the clan.
“This is Sergei’s property, and you shouldn’t be here.”
“What?”
He notices him staring at his chest, and surreptitiously looks down. The top of his shirt exposes a V of pale skin. He must have forgotten to button it back up when he shifted.
“Look, are you simple? Unless you’re Sergei himself, you aren’t supposed to be in the garden!” His voice is filled with exasperation.
“And what about you? Why are you here, then?”
“Well, that’s different. I’ve come to bring him some tea. Courtesy of Rosemary.”
“That’s very kind of you, but Rosemary frets over me far too much. I really don't need all this tea.” Sergei has to stop himself from grinning like a deranged chipmunk. He smiles nonetheless.
He watches as the Pearlcatcher chokes. “You–you’re Sergei?”
“In the flesh,” he nods slightly. “Would you like some tea? Please, I insist. It's the least I can do after tricking you.”
“I suppose I can sample a cup or two. I’m Thyla, by the way,” he stutters.
“Sergei,” he extends his hand. “But I suppose you already knew that.”
Thyla’s laughter is nervous.
Nervous, but kind.
A cup or two turns into several pots as they while the afternoon away in amiable companionship.
“It’s getting dark,” Thyla suddenly says.
“Thank you for keeping me company.”
“Perhaps I’ll come back and accuse you of trespassing another time.”
As he watches Thyla walk down the hill, Sergei smiles again.
He’ll have to thank Rosemary when he gets the time.
Rosemary somehow seems to keep finding excuses to send Thyla back.
Sergei won’t bother prying further. It’s best not to get his hopes up, anyway.
“Matcha has one of the highest caffeine levels of any teas, but black is almost equivalent to it, not to mention—I’m rambling again, aren't I?” the Pearlcatcher asks. A blush comes to his cheeks.
“A bit,” he says gently. “But you wouldn't be my friend if you didn't.”
For a split second, Sergei can almost swear Thyla looks disappointed.
“Come outside,” Thyla leads him towards the garden.
Sergei’s heart stops as he sees the small rosebush sitting in a pot. Its icy white blossoms quiver gently in the wind.
“Oh, Arcanist, it's beautiful! How did you remember which cultivar I was looking for?”
He won’t lie, he’s flattered that the Pearlcatcher remembered.
He never thought he would get a gift like this.
But perhaps the greatest gift is you.
“Okay, here's a question: does true love exist or not?” Thyla asks.
“I don’t know...maybe with the right person.” Sergei laughs right along with him. What a joke.
Every fiber in my body is telling me to kiss you.
“Who would that be?”
“Someone who makes me smile...who makes me laugh.” Thyla stares back at him, unblinking. If he knows, he does not show it. “Someone who cares about me for my thorns, not just my roses.”
Can you tell? It’s always been you.
“I don’t know...are you sure she likes you?”
“Well, I suppose so. I mean...”
“I don’t think she likes you. Not that way. And I don’t think you should try to pursue her, either.”
His heart falters, fumbles, freezes.
He doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
Because if even Thyla thinks he shouldn’t try, he must truly be incapable of being loved.
“What are you saying?” he asks, trying to keep his voice steady. He bites his lip, then closes his eyes as he tries to stem his tears.
“I’m saying that I love you!”
“....oh.”
Oh.
“I’m sorry,” the Pearlcatcher says. “I didn’t mean to—”
He blinks, unsure of what he’s just heard. “Did you just apologize?”
“Y-yeah. I just—I’m sorry, I should go,” Thyla turns to flee.
“Wait.” Sergei’s voice is so quiet it’s almost a whisper. “The first time I’ve ever seen you apologize...and for something you shouldn’t even be sorry for.” He tries not to laugh again. “You can be so obtuse sometimes.”
“What? Me, the obtuse one?” he splutters as he turns to face him. “I’ve been trying for months! The rosebush, our conversation about true love, even my visits! Didn't you ever wonder at how much I came to see you? Maybe found it suspicious? All to get you to realize that I—” he trails off into awkward silence again.
“Did you ever consider that I did realize?”
The Pearlcatcher stares in shock.
“That maybe I fell in love too? Because you’re sweet, and funny, and charming, and caring, and—” he can barely speak over the lump in his throat. “And I can only hope to make you half as happy as you make me.”
“You will always make me happy.”
“I want to learn everything about you,” Sergei murmurs as their lips meet (and he has until the end of time).
expanded bio written by the wonderful and talented ladylilitu
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Sergei, my lonely brooding Prince. Loves his Roses.
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