Deepsea
(#22362)
Level 25 Coatl
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.39 m
Wingspan
8.82 m
Weight
768.13 kg
Genetics
Denim
Skink
Skink
Azure
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Denim
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Biography
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Full name: Deepsea Goes by: Deepsea Role: Traveling Librarian, Exorcist Friend(s): Emrys, Echo Romantic interest(s): Darkshine Relative(s) in the clan: N/A
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"I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?" Deepsea isn't quite sure how old he is. He was told a golden fae had brought him into the Shifting Expanse and left him to be raised there when he was but a hatchling, but he doesn't quite remember. He remained a hatchling longer than most, his childhood seemingly endless during the protracted time it took him to grow and mature, though his mind developed long before his body finally caught up with it. He was influenced by the lightning dragons who bustled about him and readily adopted their work ethic, but though raised in lightning territory, he had been born a light dragon of the Sunbeam Ruins. As such, he preferred the written word and the path of academic scholarship to the cogs and gears and currents that occupied the practical minds of his clanmates. Observing his interest, they were quick to turn over any books and scrolls the clan acquired through trade into his keeping, save for the instruction manuals they used to operate their complex machinery. Though his curious mind loved all subjects of study, he found himself most drawn to history. As he read the tales of Sornieth's past, he experienced sudden flashes of déjà vu, as if he had actually been present at some of these events. The feeling grew worse when he read about the Shade. He had always had vivid dreams, and he sometimes even experienced vaguely premonitory visions about what was to come in the future, but never before had he had such nightmares, ones which even invaded his waking hours on occasion. In his dreams he was a fae - small, insignificant, tinier than the gigantic tomes he read in a sunlit study. Like the coatl, the fae read of the Shade and was filled with loathing at this threat, this abomination. He would depart and fight it, he declared, but at that point the visions grew fuzzy - either Deepsea had drifted into mostly dreamless slumber, or the fae in his dream had. They started again with resentment over a long, accidental sleep and lost time, a departure from the Sunbeam Ruins to further study ways to fight the Shade. All that time, though, the Shade studied the fae, observing his bitterness over his small stature and missing years, and dream-being Deepsea watched in horror as it used that dissatisfaction as an avenue to possess the fae. In spite of all of the studying the fae had done, all of the magical precautions he had taken, the Shade rooted itself deep within him. The next part was always muddled, no matter how often Deepsea was forced to relive the dreams night after night, but he knew there was a horrific battle that took place involving a fae who shone with golden light, a battle that was followed by immense pain that bubbled flesh and melted bone, a terrible blankness, and an end to the visions. Though he feared the dreams, he longed to know what happened next, what became of the fae, as much as he dreaded what further visions might tell him. Deepsea considered that perhaps the dreams had taken root in his subconscious as a combination of the stories he had read and the tale his clan had told him of the fae who had brought him there - the fae who had wrapped him up and not allowed him to see her face. The visions could be pure fantasy. They could be warnings of a terrifying future. Or, a far worse prospect, they could be memories - either his own or another's, he wasn't certain. The only thing he was sure of was that he didn't want them to be true. He never wanted them to come true. If the visions came from the past, well, Deepsea would learn from them. If they were of the future, at least he was forewarned, and he would prepare himself. His studies took on a new purpose as he trained both his magic and his body to fight the Shade's darkness. As during his readings, some of the spells and techniques gave him a feeling of déjà vu - especially when he studied runic circles, though it could have been residual remnants from the dreams, which continued to plague him. Finally one of his instructors showed him how to excise the visions from his own personal dreamscape, to remove them entirely from his mind and seal them away within the pages of a heavily runed book. Deepsea felt instant relief as soon as the dreams ceased, though a small part of him still wonders if he would have finally seen the end of the story had he allowed them to continue - if he might have finally uncovered the truth. As Deepsea immersed himself in learning how to combat the Shade, he also gained knowledge of other threats facing Sornieth. Blessed - or cursed - with the sight, he could easily see ghosts and spirits, and he could also see the veil which separated their world from the realm of dragons. He learned that not all spirits were malevolent, but prolonged interactions between spirits and dragons tended to end poorly for one or both parties due to inevitably conflicting goals. Much about the spirits remained alien to Deepsea even as his studies intensified, but there were many elements that were familiar. They, too, had an enemy in their stories similar to the Shade, an eldritch being from beyond the stars that had once been locked in combat with their monarch. After much time had passed and he had finally reached his full length and wingspan, Deepsea considered himself ready to venture out into the world, to find places where the Shade had taken root or the veil that divided the realm of dragons from the world of spirits was frayed or torn. Not wanting to give advanced warning to his enemies, he posed as a traveling librarian, lending and trading books and scrolls out of his seemingly infinite hoard, pulled from the spelled bag he carried. The one book he never allowed anyone to borrow was the tome in which his visions were sealed away. Meandering in this way throughout Sornieth, his magical senses, highly attuned to dark influences thanks to his studies, brought him to many clans suffering the effects of Shade-possessed brethren or the attacks of malevolent spirits. Once he identified the threat, he worked subtly to restore order, using counsel, physical force, or purifying light magic in the form of runic circles, depending on the situation. One of the toughest challenges Deepsea faced early in his travels came from a clan in the Shifting Expanse not far from his own. Its location coincided with an especially weak spot in the veil, and long ago several powerful spirits had slipped through and assumed the form of dragons, then taken over the clan, warping the memories and minds of the dragons who resisted until the clan's dragons couldn't remember or conceive of a time when the spirits did not rule them. They were conditioned to blindly follow their leaders' orders - and given that the leaders were spirits and had very different morals and ways of looking at the world than dragons, the orders were contradictory, nonsensical, and byzantine. The lightning dragons constructed elaborate buildings that had no place in a desert and were of no use to their clan, though the spirits used them for strange rituals. Despite their ill treatment, the dragons were quite defensive of their way of life (which they considered completely normal) and of their leaders, and Deepsea was hard pressed to find a way to break their hold over the clan. The imperial Darkshine served as his host and guide during his time in the clan, and much as he came to admire - even love - the eccentric imperial the longer he remained by his side, the more he despaired of convincing even him that the clanmembers were being held captive by alien beings who cared little for their well-being and craved only power. He hated manipulating others against their will, but he could see no other way given that their will had been taken away by the spirits long ago, so Deepsea worked a complicated enchantment and breathed runed smoke onto Darkshine. As the spell twined its way around the imperial's hide, the spirits' control over Darkshine's mind was broken, and he gazed around in horror at the clan he had thought he had known and loved. His thoughts clear for the first time in his life, he was quick to rally to Deepsea's cause, and he helped the coatl destroy the spirits and rescue his clan from their clutches. Though Deepsea expected the imperial to remain with his clan afterward and help them rebuild, Darkshine elected to travel with Deepsea - he declared that he owed the coatl a debt and has followed him ever since. Deepsea recalled from his visions of the fae the hatred he'd felt at being small - a feeling he'd had more than once due to his prolonged time as a hatchling. Though Darkshine entirely dwarfed him, he didn't feel insignificant next to the imperial. He felt loved. They had originally hired the nocturne Echo as a mercenary to assist them with a job, and while his mimicking behavior was a tad annoying, it was also rather amusing, and his skills were certainly useful - there were times when having a third dragon on hand to complete a formation around a foe was extremely advantageous, so they didn't mind much when he decided to continue traveling with them, even after the initial contract had expired. While in the Viridian Labyrinth defeating a cult that had allied itself with the Shade, he heard tell of a clan on an island in the Starfall Isles who, like Darkshine's clan, dwelt along a weak place in the veil and hosted spirits manifested as dragons. They made their usual approach, appearing on the island of Prufrock and announcing themselves as traveling librarians, eager to swap and share tomes with the island's famed library. The three were quick to strike a deal with head librarian Emrys to use the island as a base as they ventured out to other area clans to exchange books, assisted greatly by Em's former acquaintance with Echo - they had been childhood friends. Unbeknownst to Emrys and the clan's leaders, they are also investigating the veil and the clan's spirits, though Deepsea is unsure about the latter's relationship with the clan. On the one hand, the spirits on the island are far less destructive and coercive than those who had taken over Darkshine's clan. On the other hand, their presence is clearly causing reverberations throughout both the spirit realm and the world of dragons. Deepsea continues to play the part of the traveling librarian as he keeps his other interests and goals hidden, though he has covertly entered into conversations with the clan's exorcists and the mages that study the ley lines to help assess the threat. Perhaps it is due to his constant reading, or perhaps it is because his eyes are far older than he knows, but Deepsea is rather nearsighted and requires glasses to see clearly. |
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