MisfitsLanding's dragon Rex

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.19 m

Wingspan

6.35 m

Weight

714.05 kg

Genetics

Purple
Crystal

Beige
Butterfly

Grey
Underbelly

Hatchday

Mar 07, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 15 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 22569 / 60881

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Maui
Haumea

Offspring

Biography

Rex

Entertainer

Recruiter

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B I O G R A P H Y

Main Theme: What The Water Gave Me

______ Rex's pulse was pounding in his ears. He willed them not to twitch. The sea was cool this night; the waves calm, and night loomed imminent overhead. The sea remained impossibly dark as midnight struck. Rex had been smart enough to choose a moonless night for his escape. He felt nothing as he left every worldly possession behind with the exception of two masques. The Earthen masque he wore was an extravagant offering that had been gifted to his parents at his birth and the Regal Masque he carried had been handed to him by a foolish dragon who hadn't learned not to fall in love with dragons of the night.

His lute was the only other possession Rex dared carry with him. It was ironic that something he had spent much of his youth hating would be the one thing that could save him. He gently grasped it's neck and a profound sadness swelled inside him. There had been a time when it had been his most prized possession. He had learned to play it well at a young age and the dragons in his lair would often ask him to strum a song. If he had known then what he knew now, if he had known what it meant to be a lute player in this lair, he would have burned it with dragon's flame. He turned from the instrument and carefully placed it in it's case. Now, it would have to serve as his only means of collecting treasure once he left the safety of this lair. His hatred of the instrument had not diminished his talent. Rex laughed bitterly as his mother's words came back to haunt him. Just as she had foreseen, his fate would forever be tied to this instrument. Curse these water dragons and their obsessions with prophecy!

B I O G R A P H Y

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______ Rex wasted no more time. Night would not last forever as he well knew. He crept through the coral, ignoring the lusty sounds of dragons at work and swam as stealthily as he could. He hesitated, knowing he would be expected in his nest soon. A guard would be sent to fetch him once he failed to appear and a legion would be sent after him once they realized he had run. Rex shivered and zipped past the cursed corridors he had been forced to traipse down since he had come of breeding age. Moans and screams chased him out of the hidden stairways and hallways as he descended deeper into the heart of the lair, his heart thudding against the walls of his chest. A quick glance let him know he had not been spotted and in an abandoned corridor Rex found what he'd spent the last six months working on. He carefully peeled apart the vines and the seaweed and was pleased to discover his escape route had not been unearthed. He squeezed through the tight entrance that honestly no dragon, save for a fae and possibly a spiral, should have been able to fit through. The Sturgeons and Gulpers would have to start fending for themselves Rex supposed now that be would no longer be able to feed them. No one had mentioned his weight loss but then again lean dragons made for better business so Rex hadn't expected them to.

Clutching his lute case close to him, Rex darted out of the lair and raced for the surface. It would be a long swim since their lair was deep in Leviathan's Trench. Danger lurked in every current. Most dragons didn't dare breach the waters of Leviathan's trench all on their lonesome. Members of the Maren Beastclans loved to chase, drown, and maim lone dragons. That fact alone kept many of his brothers and sisters trapped in a world of hopelessness and shame. Many who tried to escape never made it past the trench but Rex was desperate enough to try.

______ Rex awoke with a start. He clutched his chest and waited for the panic to abate. It had been a while since he'd had that dream. He glanced over to where his lute lay completely untouched since he had found his home in Misfits Landing. Rex hadn't had the heart to burn it as it had indeed funded his escape, but still, he refused to play it. It lay across his dresser, propped up by it's case, gathering dust.

Rex slid from his nest and stretched lazily, shaking his head to clear his mind. The knock on his door was a welcome distraction. He flung it wide and a smirking dragon greeted him. Rex's heart skipped a beat at the pearlcatcher wearing the Regal masque he had given him on a whim.

"I come bearing gifts!" Abner announced, dangling a pouch of stolen gold and gems in Rex's face.

Abner sobered at the scowl on Rex's face.

"I've just returned from a retrieval mission," he explained. "This is my cut of the haul and I thought you'd enjoy a trip to the market."

Rex narrowed his eyes, thinking the pouch looked too light for his tastes. Abner, of course, thought differently but that was no surprise since Abner had never been outside of the The Isles. Everything he knew about the world he had learned within Misfits Landing, which meant he knew very little. He was both naive and ignorant to the ways of Sornieth, which made him complacent and easy to please. It was the only thing about his friend that Rex despised. Rex made a note to approach Viper about proper compensation for Abner's work. He had no doubt she was already expecting him.

"That pathetic pouch could hardly pay for a single Fire Flower," he snarled, but grabbed his coat anyway. Abner ignored him and bounced along side him, chattering away as he so often did. Rex was grateful for the distraction, though he'd be loathe to admit it. The traces of Rex's past dissolved the more mindlessly Abner prattled on. If he noticed anything strange about his friend's behavior, Abner thankfully kept it to himself.

Master Extortionist

"Love Has No Thought Of Self! Love Buys Not With The Ruthless Usurper's Gold The Loathsome Prostitution Of A Hand Without A Heart. Love Sacrifices All Things To Bless The Thing It Loves."-Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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"The World Is In Chaos Because People Are Being Used, And Things Are Being Loved. People Were Created To Be Loved. Things Were Created To Be Used." -Author Unknown

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