Tyrith
(#2263160)
Level 25 Imperial
Familiar
Contaminated Ambassador
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.34 m
Wingspan
14.58 m
Weight
7789.65 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Clown
Clown
Crimson
Shimmer
Shimmer
Crimson
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
124
AGI
11
DEF
6
QCK
58
INT
8
VIT
15
MND
6
Biography
 
 
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Tyrith
The Biohazard
"Pardon me, walking disease library, coming through." Tyrith's birthclan had a motto: "Ask for what's reasonable." An ancient plague lair settled on the plateau of the Wyrmwound, its members were old, second and third generation dragons with thousands of years combined experience. From Plague's unique survival dedication and that experience came this mantra. If the hatchling can fly, make it, but don't let it collapse. If it's doing alright despite an infection, fine, but don't let it die because you left it to fight alone. It was a contagion cycle when Tyrith was growing up, a dozen year period of disease and wasteland expansion attempts that embody Plague's aggressive side. Surrounded by dragons who were old enough to remember the Emperor Wars, she and her hatchmates were encouraged to choose a position that did not involve taking up arms on the borders. After extensive touring of the Cauldron and cautionary tales from the elders, Tyrith decided to become a virus bank, a choice that overtook the next three contagion and development cycles. Extensive medical training and years and years of repeated exposure to bacterial and viral infections later, the imperial emerged immune to every basic infection and bearing a wide expanse of medical knowledge. Even if she hadn't come from an empathic clan, Tyrith had felt her body rebel, endured blazing fevers and tended the sores of her fellow bankmates. If the Plaguebringer's will was to spread disease, there was no reason they couldn't make sure people survived it and ease their suffering. Despite their noble goal, Virus Banks do not have the best reputation. Beyond their loyalty to Plague, they all carry the latent infections they endured and without special care to prevent it, one could easily spread throughout a clan. Even with all their training, mistakes are easy to make; Tyrith has always tried to help, but sometimes staying only makes things worse. Nor did their destinations always inspire confidence. Tyrith patrols the Ruins for any disease outbreaks, often traveling through battlefields and death-wracked clans to get infected herself. On very, very rare occasions, she's had to do... distasteful things to catch it. Still, she's well-known enough now that her reputation is mixed, rather than abhorred. And given that the Cauldron is not a safe place for Imperials, she'll probably never be called to.... "give back" her contributions to the Plaguebringer; at least, not in the physical sense. Her outpost to the Ruins is effectively permanent. Most recently, she'd heard of a plague that wiped out a clan in the grasslands of the Mirrorlight Promanade. But the thing about rumors was that someone had to survive to tell them. She traveled from clan to clan asking her morbid questions, always hearing west, further west, and she helped a few clan medics who were open-minded enough to ask. Still, it took until she was almost at the site itself to hear tales of the survivors. A tundra and a skydancer, mangy and traveling together south almost half a year ago. After so long, the old clan home would either be abandoned or reinhabited; she'd have better luck with those still living and winged her way to the Hewn City. And she got lucky; the two she was tracking were now residing in a wellknown clan and she got directions straight to them. Walking through the border stones of Clan Mediasolis, the imperial ultimately introduced herself to Time and Ulcifet, the once-tundra now turned mirror. Time was reluctant to talk about their ordeal, but that was a natural, if frustrating, part of not being Plague. At least Ulcifet knew where Tyrith was coming from, even if she wasn't as magically capable as her partner was. That Time picked up Plague magic too was fascinating, even if it wasn't her specialty! Cross-elemental capability was a rare talent, one rarely studied in the Wasteland, whose only interest was whether it could be turned into a beneficial infection. The plague though, the lethargy, the molting, the itch all make it sound like a strain of "Coatl's Bane". In the end, she asked for two things: a sample of Ulcifet's blood and a demonstration of Time's magic. The skydancer said no to both. "We've spilled enough blood without cause. Everything now is earned." Time had replied (a bit derisively, even!). As though her cause wasn't an important one! If you like the concept of the Virus Banks, please feel free to use it in your own lore! Just send me a message, I'd love to keep a record of Tyrith's coworkers. Contaminated Ambassador |
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