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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.68 m
Wingspan
16.45 m
Weight
8776.56 kg
Genetics
Splash
Iridescent
Iridescent
Mulberry
Current
Current
Royal
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 298 / 27676
STR
14
AGI
14
DEF
6
QCK
14
INT
8
VIT
10
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Gheist
- Seraph
- Vordunn
- Medenna
- Vordek
- Montyria
- Novturien
- Sylglel
- Sinyaer
- Molore
- Semne
- Baeslin
- Caesle
- Daeslin
- Maris
- Pelys
- Farin
- Huxley
- Amalure
- Salma
- Handel
- Cornelio
- Clarence
- Eleuthero
- Madison
- Raen
- Baladitya
- Aemben
- Anarf
- Yaarit
- Caiephelene
- Paderau
- Frei
- Monet
- Cronus
- Zerila
- Fogcutter
- Eos
- Voriksha
- Anhun
- Vorsick
- Consuela
- Maiele
- Anwyl
- Jax
- Adrastea
- Jaken
- Edan
- Arrantial
Biography
PROFILE
Name: Ambrosia
Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Profession: Power Plant Patrol Guard Interests: Stormchasing, engineering, sewing. TREASURES
Ambrosia studied hard to earn her stormclaws and while she defers to Zilliah on repairs, she more than knows how to prevent an overload. 
Defending the power plant sometimes takes force. Sometimes it takes strength. Regardless, Ambrosia goes defended. 
Ambrosia keeps her arms simple: better to fend off attackers at range than risk them being lightning-struck. 
Once, Ambrosia saw lightning strike the ashy sand of the clan's coast. Ever since, she sought Lightning. TRINKETS 
FAMILIAR 
Familiar: Dark-Tufted Sparrowmouse
Name: Alcyone Personality: Lively, cheerful, loud. Enjoys grooming Ambrosia's mane. |
In the ash clouds, lightning strikes.
Ambrosia waits for the thunder. PERSONALITY Big, friendly and reliable, it's easy for most dragons to forget that Ambrosia has an engineering degree from Stormspire Apprenticeship Academy at the Tempest Spire. While she doesn't usually take any special part in the work of the electricians she is far from stupid and has a deep love of engineering. Nonetheless, it doesn't bother her when people think her stupid. She's more than content to sit someplace quiet and sew in her free time - when she's not joining Zilliah to Stormchase - and she enjoys listening to the many and varied dragons of the clan. She's big, friendly, reliable - and it's not surprising that many of the clan find an unexpected peace in her quiet company. ABOUT The food of the gods. That's what Ambrosia was named for. She used to wonder what that was - was it food? Was it the very best kind of food? Was it the most delicious things she'd ever eaten, all bundled together and made more and better by some magical means? As she got older she thought otherwise. The gods existed, of course, she'd heard the Stormcatcher during her apprenticeship, she knows Parabola has heard the Tidelord's voice and of course in the Ashfall Waste is very hard to miss the Flamecaller's presence. But they are... Well. They're more, aren't they? Made of magic and the pure nature of their element, utter and inescapable. What do they eat? In horror stories, Shade-tainted creatures try to claim that the gods eat those dragons exalted to them, but Ambrosia cannot believe that. Stormcatcher works them hard, as does Flamecaller, but Tidelord and Gladekeeper love their children, and Shadowbinder trusts and trains hers. She cannot believe they'd devour those who go willingly, leaving their old lives behind, to help and support them. So the question remains. What is ambrosia? What is it that the gods eat? What is it that gives them sustenance. She sees it on her graduation day, as her Stormclaws are fitted to her, as in the skies above a storm roils to rival the ashcloud-sparked one that had ultimately brought her here. She sees as a lightning bolt snaps out, not heading for the Tempest Spire but down to the dusty sands far below, towards all of them, and she sees as the Stormcatcher's long nose suddenly stretches out, his wing-spikes extended, and he swallows the lightning. She sees it crackle over his teeth. She sees it illuminate down his throat. She sees the glow of satisfaction in his eyes. Lightning. That is what feeds her god. She was born in the lands of the Flamecaller, and she has every intention of returning there. She loves her home as she does few other places - the thing she most loves at the Tempest Spire, aside from her learning and the storms, is how the sands beneath her feet feel like the ones at home. But while these are the lands of lightning, nothing compares to the storms created as the Furnace's maw erupts and erupts and erupts. Nothing creates the same chaos, the same clanging thunder, the same dangerous lightning... Nothing is as powerful as the two in conjunction. Ambrosia seeks to bring this power home. RELATIONSHIPS
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