Isfet

Isfet Clan Defender, Trap Expert *tries to lean casually against the wall but trips and falls on his face* aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa

The local edgy dudebro, Isfet is responsible for the clan's defences as well as the reason the clan needs defences. Some dragons might question the reliability of having someone so dangerously edgy in charge of building traps and fortifications, but if the clan can trust him to handle the landmines, they can trust him to not blow them up. Of course, taking in the consideration of his edginess, this might just mean they'll end up with a gothic castle with giant spikes covering every inch of the lair, but hey, it's a risk worth taking. Also, considering some of the dragons in this lair, the trend might really catch on. Isfet has a personality that's both ice and fire, as he constantly tries to act cool, but inadvertently fails and gets angry. Unlike Nephthys, who hates everyone in the lair indiscriminately, Isfet has reasons for hating everyone. Most of the time, it doesn't even need to be a good reason. Cross his path? Hate you. Look at him funny? Hate you. Talk weird? Hate you. His life is filled with woes and thorns, and you're just another one of them, so don't even try getting on his good side. He doesn't have one, and he's more than likely to claw your eyes out for trying. But don't worry. Sometimes, Isfet actually has legitimate reasons for hating other dragons! One example is the hate of his life, Venti, who defeated him in a duel for the place of a mage in the Scales. Nocturne aren't supposed to be mages, but that didn't stop Isfet from trying. Of course, that also meant that he didn't stand a chance against Venti, who blasted him out of the lair within the first eleven seconds of the duel, and that's after he got a ten second head start. After being defeated, Isfet swore revenge on the Skydancer. Every time Venti almost gets blown up by a landmine, or nearly have his head taken off by a trip wire, the clan knows who to blame. (Isfet would get more satisfaction out of those near-misses if Venti didn't dismiss them as mere pranks.) Another one of his rivals that doesn't consider him a rival is Mythic, another Nocturne just like him, except that Mythic is cute and bubbly and holds the affection of Ma'at, who Isfet is absolutely not crushing on. He just thinks that Ma'at deserves someone better, preferably a dashing orange and pink Nocturne like himself, and he believes that she's wasting her time mooning after Isfet. Of course, Isfet is far too courteous to tell that to her face (and also because he's too much of a wuss to confess to her), so he'll rely on sabotaging Mythic instead to show Ma'at who's the better Noc, because who doesn't want an edgy, angry, sorry-looking gangster as their mate?

Despite his general, inborn pathetic-ness, Isfet's a really bad guy to get on the bad side of. Of course, considering how he doesn't have a good side, this just means everyone's automatically endangered the moment they meet him. Having learned pranks from Shadow, a little bit of Wind magic, and Arcane knowledge, Isfet can make some really fatal traps. Noticing this, Demeter had him put up a bunch of traps around the Mountain Range. She didn't intend for Isfet to get into it, but he did, and now walking outside might get you caught in a land mine. Luckily, Arcane dragons are used to explosions. Isfet is currently working on a giant magical wall that'll stop all invaders from entering the clan. Of course, it might also stop his clanmates from exiting the clan, but hey, nobody's perfect. At this point, Isfet's traps have gotten so numerous that even he doesn't remember where all of them are. Thus, he adopted a boa that had the ability to detect mildly annoying things like explosives, wire traps, and land mines. The boa loves Isfet, because the Nocturne teaches him the best word in many languages. Not that he can pronounce any of them, of course, but he's trying. Isfet named his snake the reverse version of Radar. Nobody has the heart to tell him it's the exact same thing. When Isfet's feeling less edgy, his other role in the clan is that of a linguist. So when he's not pranking other dragons or setting up traps (never), he acts like a spy and records Beastclan conversations with Nanshe. He won't admit it, but it's really fun hanging around the purple, kinda weird Skydancer. Sometimes they have entire conversations in Beastspeak, because Nanshe knows all the Beastclan languages except Serpenta and Isfet feels good about himself whenever Nanshe gets something wrong in Serpenta. Isfet's other friend is Astraea, but that's just because she can't remember all the times he pranked her. At some point, though, he got really tired of the same tricks working on her, so he's starting to take up studying magic to see if he can solve her memory problems. Nanshe helps him with this, but isn't actually helpful since when it comes to things that don't involve at least four different languages, his memory's almost as bad as Astraea's. Isfet once took on Nephthys in the Epic Smackdown of Dragons Who Hate Everyone. Neph kicked his tush within the first five seconds and left a really cool scar over his left eye, effectively blinding him. This has given him even more things to be angry about, and he'll take his revenge on Neph one day. Not today, of course. But one day. Maybe in the far future. No, he's not scared, he's just biding his time, waiting for the right moment. Oh, you think different? Have fun in your new shallow grave.

Background

- A NOTN dragon hatched in the middle of the even and woke up confused by everything around him. He was adopted by the Serpenta Beastclan and thus grew up thinking he was one of them. The Serpenta raised him to fight and stuff and figured he could be their secret weapon, mostly because he hadn't yet realized that he was a dragon, though he did occasionally wonder why he has scales instead of fur.

- Good times had to come to an end, and he eventually wandered into the Ghostlight Ruins by mistake. He was attacked by one of those big skeletons with wispy thingies and separated from his clan. He was saved by a Shadow Flight dragon and brought to a Shadow clan, where they taught him all sorts of tricks and stuff which would later be a migraine for his to be clanmates later.

- Sent to pick mushrooms for the Trickmurk Circus and got really lost, because he didn't know what mushrooms were. He ended up in the Runic Mountain Range, barely avoiding one of Myrtle's less pleasant cultivations. Ma'at found him floundering in Myrtle's pool of cannibalistic kelp while talking to the Guardian about shoring up the clan defences (and wisely staying out of swinging range of a shovel because Myrtle doesn't give a fu about clan defences.) She fished him out and brought him to the clan.
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