Naomi
(#20629757)
Level 10 Skydancer
Familiar
Orbiting Spirit
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.41 m
Wingspan
6.31 m
Weight
445.99 kg
Genetics
Ice
Crystal
Crystal
Ice
Facet
Facet
Black
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Skydancer
EXP: 105 / 27676
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Biography
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Minerva the Ardenhardt | Oracle | OoP "She who stalks between dreams."  [url=]Link 1[/url]｜ [url=]Link 2[/url] ｜ [url=]Link 3[/url] |
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Keeper of the Great Tower of the Panopticon. On the surface, she is the half blind deaf-mute of the cloudscrape rafters, the series of multi level ramparts, fortification which comprise the complex of walls interconnected by the flying allure passages, flanked within its hold by parapets, encircling the great tower at its origin. But beneath the obscure, the shunned tower keeper, among pariahs of flesh and earth, is not as she seems. Her lonely meandering among the walks and skylines are not forlorn for any wont on her part. Her enfevered mind, rather than restlessly secluded in solitude, is crowded by those between and beyond. Voices she hears as clear as the mundane can amongst their own. Presences drawn to the abhored city from the lost and lurking forces pulsing within. Her rambling susurrous, taken by the outsiders as the babbling of the mad or simple, yet the truth may be far more sinister than both would believe. She tends the great tower's bell, but most importantly, to the Heliostat Orrery, otherwise known as the Retina, designed to emulate the Observatory's legendary Armilla Astrorium. Unlike Starfall's, however, the retina serves the purpose of its function as a grand heliostat more so than a compage complex astronomical analog mechanism of a vast celestial model that the observatory's world reknown for. Rather, their is little use of it in the dead citadel beyond that of the adepts' and scholars' use out posted in the uninviting ruins. Its primary function is thus relegated to its purpose as a heliostat, reflecting and deflecting sunlight from the tower's utmost reaches and breaches of the constant overcast mantle of grey, beaming scant streaks of skylight from above the thick shroud of bleak darkness, amounting windstorms and dense fog that clings like a mantle to the towering heights. Far beyond the desolate, barren town proper, and diametrically inverse of the colony's seedy, squalid underground, the very top of the tower reaches its barbican upon the fated City Aloft, where only the swiftest and truest can reach. The Climax of the Gælström Mountain leads to fair Halcyon's platinum gilded gates, yet both spell disaster for those who sought to reach the shining city as evidenced by cold corpses littering the drop off of mighty altitude's pits; the scavengers below can reflexively discern the utopianist from the usual unfortunates. She became a paramore to Antimatter, somehow, despite her blatant dysgenics. She has watched him for a while and it was but only a matter of time until he'd become enchanted or spooked by her creeping, curious presence, perhaps long enough to mistake her exaggeratedly otherworldly glamoured visage for comeliness whence getting past the mutterings and jitters. a dream machine and siren. lives within dreamtime dimension. traipses the multiverse. will live and has died. loves long naps, poppies, mushrooms and greens so much she cultivates them for herself and others in dire need of rest and relaxation. Her empath bone operates as her third eye that can see astral planes. she hails from the windswept plateau, but she travels far and wide topographically and the dreaming is her home. visits those who need relaxation and her gentle comfort all around sornieth. |
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Tangled Woods, Odile Wormtongue   Shifting Expanse,  |
∆ethyreum, the illusion of individuality by their limited perception of the uncreation. Luciferous Æther. Shade claimed lands, plunged into its grip of darkness. Obscuring, soul effacing, mind rendering wretched grounds. A dreaded curse, it's only salvation, the gods' merciful elimination. GREAT ELIMINATION The colony is linked to hewn's ruination, embedded within the same fabric of intricacy, the blasphemous schisma, the interlacing splinters of the void. Hewn, [varclan], [Lucclan],[Johan clan], the panopticon, all spores of the looming dread haunting sornieth's mortality. Even the gods themselves will be reaped in the end. All our souls at stake before the trial of judgement. Fervour and fanaticism of the faithful v the ruthless tenacity of the survivalist all work to stave off the inevitability of death in its absolute. You fear, pain, anguish, despair, depression, meticulously engineered its production. Exquisitely crafted instigation by the remnant souls. Those empty husks of restless spirit, who so desperately crave the pulsating, life force of emotion. In their weakened, faded state, they've become so starved for it. The Shade has possessed their souls for so long they've become living death, recipticles for fuel. Spritually Lobotomised/castigated. "There is no reason to forsake your soul. After they were through with her disgrace, she no longer possesses one." Contaminant of the soul. Assimilate. The excess matter, soul fragm The ancients left reams upon reams of their collective knowledge, all to be wasted away by their own creation Plumes of soft white descended through, drifting further upon the crystalline icicles sheltered inside. The roaring whisperwisps of the Great Tower's unfathomable altitude assailed furiously around the tower keep. Perched pointedly, the crystalline, reticulated in a strange webwork of black ice on ice, bristles tensely before ascending toward the clock face façade with a delicate glissade. The crystalline braces herself once more and plunges outward from the skyport toward the strongest current, flying with the white winter whirlwind. Her singing, hollow bones, attuned for such conditions, whistled weakly in a high, twinkling pitch, lost a midst the eternal presence of the frost froathing galestorm. It is typical of the Great tower's imposing height to pierce the clouds on high, impaling the eternal galestorm of Cloudsong's Vortex, it's vertical end obscured by the billowing columns of thick clouds and swathed in enveloping, rolling fog. The great vaulting of the skies, rivaling the lofted mountain peaks of Cloudscape and Cloudscrape, even the very gates of heaven themselves: Halcyon. |
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