Babylon
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time to chase ghosts? yes?? chase ghost time??
Elamite
Autumn Millifae
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
4.39 m
Wingspan
2.13 m
Weight
101.43 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Iridescent
Iridescent
Sunshine
Toxin
Toxin
Sunshine
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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The product of an encounter with a Shade demon, Babylon was a spirit brought back to life after spending an eternity in the After. He was created completely by accident,spending the next few months hunting for the other Babylon, the original one. He took the name eventually, preferring that over being nameless.
He found the Clan of Rattling Bone after hearing rumours that a dragon had had contact with a clan that seemed to have harboured that spirit. It was only a while later that he decided to stay, having discovered the existence of two Realmwalkers in the clan, Thanatos and Tyche. He suspected that there was a third, though. But he still wasn't sure who it was. It didn't matter. The energy and aura that the Realmwalkers produced was practically a beacon for spirits. Now Babylon serves as a sort of security measure. He can read auras, you see. Dragons trying to disguise themselves and keep their true nature hidden won't be able to hide it from him. Nyx and Heracles were immensely pleased with him, as were several of the clan's border guards. This, however, wasn't enough to earn him companionship. Until Lucerna and Velum arrived, he was still practically living alone--a mystery to the clan. Lucerna was a 'child' of Babylon (his creator) and Candleclass, and seemed to have been drawn to him. Babylon was rather surprised at first; he still had yet to come to terms with the fact that she had shifted form, turning from a spiral to a guardian right before his astonished eyes. Velum was less of an enigma; he was a conflicted young skydancer trying to strike a balance between his dragon form and the monster that he could morph into. They make for quite the odd trio, really. And Babylon loves it.
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trivia
>> my name, holy on your tongue >> prickly, loyal, prideful. standoffish sometimes. >> coordinated, long-limbed, broad-shouldered. >> wields a staff and is practised with a crossbow. >> transgender, he/him pronouns. >> pansexual aesthetic >> My Spirit Will Not Haunt the Mound outfit and wishlist >> planned outfit | _____________ |
There is, you reflect, something vaguely unsettling about dying. I mean sure, there’s the pain and the shock and the eventual realization that you are no longer in your own body, and that you are no longer you, but dying is just very…
Odd.
There’s just a whole lot of darkness, see. And you can feel—or see, or sense—other spirits just next to you, slivers of consciousness drifting on unseen breezes. There isn’t much to talk about in the afterlife.
This was before.
And now all you can think of is the Before and the After. No, not life and death. Before the dragon came twisting and twirling through the dark-inky blackness, and After he disappeared into the void, lighting up the paths around him.
All you can remember now is him.
He came spiralling (well, there is no other word for it) through the dark, black night (the concept of time is irrelevant here), casting light on everything else around him (there is no ‘anything else’, matter does not—well—matter in this place). He shone like the dying light of a planetary nebula, like nothing you’ve ever seen before.
You didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of his eyes; he moved too fast, though you are sure that if you had the chance, those eyes would shine with the radiance of red giants, planets and constellations glittering in irises of gold and crimson.
In that instant, you found that everything mattered.
(And that the opposite was also probably just as true)
He sped past like a white rabbit late for the Queen’s appointment, though he twisted lazily through the void, seemingly ignorant of the light he was casting. And he was breathtakingly beautiful.
There are moments when you simply do not have the words to describe things, and even as you fumble for adjectives and suitable descriptions, the closest word you can think of is also the most suitable.
‘Beautiful’ was, in this case, perfect.
His scales glittered and shone red, shades of scarlet and blood staining his wings, his tail, his claws. But his belly glittered and glowed a brilliant, glaring yellow, giving off light like it burned with the might of a thousand suns. Curving horns framed his face, and silks and golden jewellery adorned his limbs. Embers danced around him, close enough to illuminate, far enough to keep from burning.
And as you watched, a tiny flicker of ash detached itself from the embers, drifting towards you.
The next few minutes were a very confusing period of time.
For a while, you felt something.
A flicker of movement, perhaps. A twitch of a wingtip, the feeling of hard earth under your back.
You wake gasping for air, claws gouging marks in the ground and tail lashing. As you haul yourself to your feet, still gulping in oxygen, you glance down at yourself. Four feet. Three pairs of wings. An unusually long body.
Your surroundings are bare, with harsh sunlight beating down on old ruins and boulders lying around you. A still pond is nearby, so you haul yourself to it. Peering at your reflection, you find a pair of bright yellow eyes staring at you.
Your first thought is that you’ve been given life, and that your eyes are yellow only because they’re more of a burnt-out spark than the light of a supernova. Your scales are a dark, shimmering midnight-colour, like a dull shade of the dusk. The only bright bits of colour are your wings and your belly, which both shine orange.
This is your second thought: Find him.
Find the spiral who gave you life. And then, just as you remember the time spent in the void, a name lands on the tip of your tongue. It was whispered by the spirits that hovered near the spiral, and the embers that danced and sang around the dragon.
Babylon.
The next few years are spent hunting for a ghost.
In Sorineth, the spirit realm is still very much regarded as a mystery and a legend. Only Realmwalkers and a select few dragons are able to traverse it. No one has heard of a dragon coming back to life before, so you are an impossibility. You are the anomaly.
And yet you keep on looking. With no treasure to your name and with the barest memory of your parents of your previous life, you keep searching.
You aren’t quite sure why you search. Is it for the curiosity? For the gratitude?
You’ve spent months asking dragons for a spiral named ‘Babylon’. You became known as ‘the dragon looking for Babylon’, and then: ‘searching for Babylon’, and then finally, simply: ‘Babylon’.
There are worst things than losing your name.
(You couldn’t remember your old one anyway)
In the end, you decided to go to the Plaguebringer’s wastelands to look.
The strange and the sinister always wash up on the Filthy One’s borders after all.
You suspect that this dragon, Babylon, will be no different. And even if you can’t find him, perhaps you can still track his whereabouts.
A friendly Plague clan takes you in. It has three Realmwalkers (though the clan has yet to discover the existence of the third) and a very strong connection to the after-Realm. Most importantly, though, they have connections to a clan that seemed to have heard or harboured such a dragon. Rumours like these weren’t always to be trusted, but then again everything has their roots in some form of truth.
And it isn’t long before you find news.
Months of suffering and struggling have led to this very moment.
He’s right in front of you now. His eyes are exactly like how you imagine them, with the Sun itself flaring in his eyes, even as the floating embers around his body dance and twirl around him.
You gulp nervously, glancing down at the ground.
Your first words to him are said in the ancient tongue:
Hello.
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