Gnosia
(#23176496)
Level 7 Tundra
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
3.48 m
Wingspan
2.52 m
Weight
317.92 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Iridescent
Iridescent
Midnight
Shimmer
Shimmer
Ice
Contour
Contour
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Tundra
EXP: 345 / 11881
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
"Astra Inclinant, non Necessitant"
Gnosia
Forgetful + Helpful + Caring
Forgetful + Helpful + Caring
“Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.”
― Sara Raasch, Snow Like Ashes
― Sara Raasch, Snow Like Ashes
Gnosia: The ability to perceive and recognize; To know.
Has a name ever been more ironic? If asked, Gnosia would not be able to say. Her memory being as strong as the average tundra, names escape her. Faces are another challenge entirely. Other species may pity the tundra for its seeming lack of awareness, but only the tundra knows that words and pictures are not the important parts of the past. What matters are the senses and feelings felt in the moment: The smell of a friend, the warmth of an embrace, the cold bite of a winter wind. Gnosia's earliest memories are a blur of sunshine and the dizzying awareness of heights. Her parents' images are lost, but she knows they were happy, gentle people. The winds of their home carried the smells of grass, upturned earth, and the sea. Each day's smells were much the same as the next. Life stretched into a comforting twirl around the eye of a storm. It was all she knew, and it was all she needed. Then came the troupe, Passus Canorous, whose members told tales of adventures so vivid Gnosia could almost swear she had been there herself. Her eyes were opened to a world that was not quite so cyclical as it had seemed. Suddenly ravenous for the unknown, she eagerly accepted their open invitation to join. The initial journey was not quite as far as she had hoped. They remained within the Windsinger's lands. This was the home of the troupe, they said, their base of operations. Here there were more members and new stories to be heard, but the breeze still carried the same familiar scents. Gnosia did her best to contain her disappointment, occupying herself with small crafts while she waited for new experiences to blow in. When they did come, it was chaos. An icy squall of unprecedented scale upheaved the land, wiping out all greenery in its mighty wake. The troupe may have been lost within its maw had the word of its arrival not traveled so fast. A messenger from the south had come, so said the gossip, and warned of an impending icy doom. As it was, they had little more than a few days to store supplies and gather their numbers. The nearby sea churned beneath a world gone white. The sky itself howled in agony. Everything smelled of fear and snow. At one point, Gnosia could swear she heard someone's desperate cries for help within the fierce gale of the storm. Huddled in their sanctuary, she worried for the empty faces of her family. Someone opened a door, ushering in a cold flurry and a stranger. His eyes were as pale as the snow outside, but weary with exhaustion and hunger. This new tundra was shivering in spite of his thick fur coat. They gave him hot broth, a blanket, and a corner to sleep in. In the morning, they he told them as much of his story as he could manage. He was Kraz, a messenger. The warning was his doing. He had met the Ice God. His home was barren and icy. He once had feathers. Still tired from his fight against the blizzard, his tale wound into a disjointed mess. Regardless, the troupe could discern that he was a hero, their savior. They gave him more broth and let him get more rest. That night Gnosia woke to find Kraz sitting up, awake in his corner. When she came nearer, careful not to wake the others, he gave her a woeful smile. A bad dream, that was all. He had been back out in the storm, trapped. His identity slipping away, changing. Memories fading. Gnosia's heart clenched. Here he was, so far from where he had begun, surrounded by strange scents and barely alive. In an effort to ease his loneliness, she told him the feelings of her childhood. Of sunshine in a spiralling storm that could be loved, lived in and relied on. She told him about the smells of home, about her family, about how one day twisted seamlessly into the next. By the time she ran out of things to say, her voice was hoarse. Kraz had fallen into a peaceful doze, but he smiled warmly as she trailed off. Their meetings became a daily occurance, after the chores amongst those without stable positions were done. Encouraged by how much he recovered between her stories and the medicinal practices of the troupe's healers, Gnosia began to spend more and more time along side Kraz. When he took up the mantle of mason within the troupe, Gnosia chose to join him. Taking in the natural tunneling abilities of their species, she's proved a benefitical partner to her messenger mate. The pair continue on the journey to the Sunbeam Ruins with the rest of the troupe, helping prepare abandoned tunnels near the Hewn City for the troupe to reside in. In her spare time, Gnosia enjoys learning the healing arts from members of the troupe like Ciaradh and Chai as well as learning to read the signs of impending storms from her mate. (bio by eggod)
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