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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.35 m
Wingspan
3.28 m
Weight
727.21 kg
Genetics
White
Poison
Poison
White
Toxin
Toxin
Obsidian
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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VALR Fierce, un-thoughtful. Has an advisor/war-lord type of status in the clan. Mean, rude. |
~"This woman looks like she'd eat my heart and then laugh about it"~ BonesToPick
VALR - Marrow Marshal
Valr hopes that fools who believe in the power of happiness find their bones eaten by the crows.
Maybe she didn't always believe it, not with her whole heart. She did buy into her parents' spiel about love making up for all the shortcomings in their life when she was a hatchling. Not enough space to raise children? At least they loved each other. Not enough food to go around, so someone had to go hungry? At least they loved each other. A neighboring dragon lost to disease, taking away one of the few friends they had? At least they loved each other.
And what a grand narrative it was, the idea that love made things better even as the world was growing worse. It didn't have to be love for another, either. Her parents told her that her love of scavenging was wonderful, that it was something to nurture. They helped her find beads and bones and bits of rags to make jewelry and bags from, little trinkets that could be bartered for food. Valr had a natural curiosity that they encouraged, even if it strayed toward the morbid, because there was little else for a growing hatchling to entertain herself with in the barren depths of the Scarred Wasteland.
Perhaps that was the only message of theirs Valr has taken to heart, since her talent for scavenging has carried her so far. She would not be where she is today if it weren't for that barest nudge toward a scavenger's ruthless life.
If only her siblings had not fallen prey to their parents' weak ideals. Valr pities them and the paltry lives they must lead. Sometimes, she even wonders how many of them survived, because they were not cut from the same cloth as she was. They do not have her mettle, her tenacity. They never realized what empty ideals their parents poisoned them with, never learned to hate it enough to break free. They were dutiful, pitching in where they could. If they're still alive, they probably have not changed.
But no matter. There is no room for reminiscence in the Plaguebringer's lands, especially if you wish to do more than survive, as Valr does. More than anything, she aims to thrive, and she will accept nothing less.
It took cunning to break free of her parents' trap. At first, she started small, testing her skills. What bone could she save and shape from the corpses littering the land, stealing pieces when no one was around to witness the desecration? What animal hides could she treat and stitch and sell after hunting them down and tearing out their throats?
Most importantly, though, what could she learn from the other dragons surviving the desolate lands?
She learned bloodshed. She learned how to sharpen her claws to wicked points, how to file her teeth into a cruel approximation of a smile. When her family sent her to scavenge, she had the strength and speed to make live kills, and the time left over to watch struggling, starving dragons wage war over the scraps, so often to the death. By watching and learning and gradually testing her skills against opponents with more gall than mere rats, Valr found she was capable, battle-ready and battle-hungry all at once.
That was the final straw in her relationship with her family.
She cut them off when she knew it was time, when she was certain she could rob them of every last possession they held. They could keep their love, and she would take their treasure. Their lives, if she had to. And though they wept and pleaded and screamed, trying to bring back the daughter they thought they'd raised, ultimately, they let her go.
She did not kill them because she had better things to do. She did not kill them because it did not affect her survival.
But those who have died since? The ones who have looked upon her and realized that she would take joy in delivering their final moments? Oh, they have been obstacles. They have been rungs on the ladder to success, to the day where she no longer has to scrape and scavenge to survive. They once had dragons bringing them food and treasure and finery, and now that they are removed, she is poised to insert herself into their former roles.
There is still competition to eliminate, however, and Valr has been careful not to play her cards too soon. For the time being, she has accepted an offer from Tidus to act as his warrior. He has stylized her as the Marrow Marshal, a fearsome warrior bedecked in the bones of her enemies, enthroned atop their splintered skulls, and while it is not precisely the luxurious existence she pursues, it is a step closer, calculated to the last.
It also brings her closer to Tidus's inner circle, and she dreams of the day it brings her close enough to slit his greedy throat.
Bio by Tues.
Top Three Dragons above
"I love how her fierceness can be read of of her look. Again, the blood reds and blacks against those pure whites. A lovely contrast that creates an even more dynamic figure thanks to the female skydancer pose. The rose apparel really shines here, it's a beautiful and dangerous flower, truly fit for a lady like Valr. Once again, her lore is great. Dark sure, but who turns down such a well written character like Valr, her cynical attitude and that drive to achieve she has, gorgeous and scarily relatable traits, especially after taking into account her actions."
~HoraDusk
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