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Cimarron

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Level 25 Obelisk

Zamiata

Contagion Gem Guardian

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

14.16 m

Wingspan

15.84 m

Weight

5725.75 kg

Genetics

Beige
Crystal

Obsidian
Stripes

Obsidian
Okapi

Hatchday

May 01, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Obelisk

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Obelisk

Max Level

STR

100

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QCK

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Lineage

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Offspring

Biography

Cimarron
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witch doctor

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"I'm harder than
a coffin nail;
I've been to heaven
and I've been to hell."
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Deity|| Plaguebringer

Birthplace|| Rotrock Rim

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aloof • blunt • composed
distant • observant • secretive
Alignment|| True Neutral
Partner|| Nome
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Favorite Food|| Potash Peach

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|| Belongings ||

Plaguebringer Bone Scrimshaw

A small sculpture Cimarron keeps in thought of the Plaguebringer, whom she continues to worship despite spending most of her life in the Viridian Labyrinth.

Stone Knife

Pilfered from an enemy encountered in Bamboo Falls

Filigree Rapier

A glorious weapon, gifted to Cimarron from Abithona on Cimarron's second hatchday. Aptly named 'Bloodspill', and only ever used in dire need or on the battlefield.

Mangled Textile

A gift from her favorite son, Faust; given to her when he was only days old. It's covered in tiny little bitemarks... he tried to chew the words 'I love you, mom' into it. She considers this her most prized possession.
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Despite this one's rough start, Cimarron keeps in mind that her life is a good one - all thanks to her best friend, Queen Abithona. Do not take this as an invitation to be her friend - all this means is that Cimarron has not turned out to become a stone-cold killer, as she had been barreling fast down that path.

Cimarron's hatchday was a warm one - one of the most bitterly hot in the Scarred Wasteland's history. Breaking through the pale, sickly green shell typical of a Plague-laid egg, Cimarron flopped into an empty nest, a wet and gooey mess. Quickly, she found she was alone. There was no mother there to coddle her, no father standing proudly over his newborn daughter. There were no other eggs lining the bone-strewn nest - only fragments of other slime-green eggshells. Cimarron may have only been minutes old, but a dragon's intellect is fast-growing; she knew something terrible had happened here.

For a day or two, the youngster sat patiently in her nest. Cimarron clung to the hope that her mother or father would suddenly appear - maybe they had been out on a hunt and gotten lost, or perhaps they were on urgent business - surely they would remember their lonely egg, and return to find their little girl waiting for them! As time passed by, that hope began to flicker and fade. There were no other dragons to be seen. At times, Cimarron could have sworn she could see small silhouettes of dragons flying by in the distance, yet it seemed to her that all of them were trying to avoid the area. A knot wound itself tight in her stomach, and the feeling of dread crept over her like encroaching weeds. No longer feeling safe, the youngster made the difficult decision that it was time to leave.

Gathering her courage, Cimarron took her first wobbly steps outside of the 'safety' of her nest. There were no other dragons around, yet the hatchling felt as if there were thousands of pairs of eyes watching her every move. When nothing awful happened, Cimarron took a few more cautious strides. Silence met her ears, and with growing confidence she continued to walk away. Her parents had betrayed her faith. She did not look back at the nest.

As she continued to strike out on her own, Cimarron grew bolder. She was still a hatchling, however, and her bravery began to get her into tight situations. Her first encounter with another dragon was terrifying, yet somehow the fear was exhilarating. Finding herself on the outskirts of the Scarred Wasteland, the little dragon discovered a small enclave made from a large rocky outcropping that had fallen onto two large boulders, forming a small hidey-hole perfect for a dragon as young as herself. Without fear of what may be inside, Cimarron dove headfirst into the little cave - and came nose-to-nose with a grown fae dragon. Both stared at one another for a moment in shock, and then this new dragon screwed up his face into a snarl and hissed. Cimarron had no experience with others and quickly scampered away, flailing her wings in a sloppy attempt at flight. She lifted off the ground for a brief moment and joy filled her heart as she felt the air billow beneath her, but she lacked the strength to complete lift-off and crashed back down to the ground. Harsh laughter sounded from the enclave she had run from, and with shame on her face, Cimarron continued to run in the opposite direction.

Cimarron's second encounter with another dragon did not end so well. Close to adolescence, Cimarron was absolutely full of energy and an eagerness to prove herself - to whom, we'll never know - yet she still felt invincible. She had made it this far completely on her own! Cimarron did not need the company of others. Alone and unknowingly vulnerable, Cimarron was deep within the Tangled Wood when she was suddenly ambushed. A large male wildclaw had stepped out of the gloom of the Shadow element's realm. Cimarron had figured out by now that Shadow dragons tended to be tricksy, so she warily tried to pass him on the path they both stood on. Without any warning, the wildclaw scooped her up in his muscled arms so suddenly and with such strength that Cimarron had no time to react. All she knew was one moment she had all four feet on the ground, and the next the two were quickly rising through the air. Wrapped so tightly in the dragon's arms, Cimarron knew she had little chance to escape. Fear began to take hold of her, but she knew by now that if she let the terror overcome her, she would be lost for sure. So she took deep breaths, calming her frantic heart - but she let the resentment she held toward other dragons build. Biding her time, she allowed the wildclaw to take her wherever he wished - in the meantime, she would plan his downfall. This wildclaw would be dearly sorry he had bothered her at all. When the male grew tired and finally landed to briefly rest, Cimarron took her chance and tried to escape. Suddenly snarling, she bit down as hard as she could on the wildclaw's arm - he yelled, but to her dismay he held on tightly through the pain she caused him. Her brief moment of disbelief gave him the chance to give her a good bop on the head, and she was enveloped in darkness.

When Cimarron woke, she was in an unfamiliar place - a large arid room built of dark-colored lumber. Lanterns shone brightly from the rafters, giving off a fair amount of light. Numerous hallways led off from this main room, but that's not what caught her attention - what startled her was the overwhelming number of dragons in this room. There were all kinds of breeds, colors, genes she had never before seen. An electrified buzz of voices was constant as dragons milled about socializing. What was this place? Before she could try to figure out her surroundings, the kind face of a female Guardian popped out of the crowd, closely followed by a male Tundra with a slight frown on his face, eyebrows creased in thought. The Guardian smiled, her eyes meeting Cimarron's. "Hello, I'm Abithona, and this is Gunther! Wanna get out of here?" Cimarron was overwhelmed with confusion. "Uh... yeah..." She felt stupid, but was too lost in thought to worry much about this female. Before Cimarron knew it, this Abithona took hold of Cimarron's hand and tugged her toward a large entryway, light from the sun streaming through it. Gunther followed the two, still silent. Right before the three reached the entrance, Abithona suddenly stopped. To the right of the large entry frame was a huge birchwood desk, scattered with piles upon piles of paperwork. Behind the desk was a disgruntled and fairly stressed-looking Imperial. She huffed when Abithona approached her, pushing her too-big glasses back up her nose as they slipped. "Ya found what y'were lookin' for, then?" The Imperial asked, disinterested. She suddenly looked at Cimarron, scanning her up and down. "Five-thousand treasure." Abithona quickly passed over a small bag of coins, which the Imperial snatched up rather quickly and dumped into a large ceramic jar that sat just beneath the desk. It was nearly full of coins and small blue gemstones. Abithona looked somewhat abashed, then smiled again at Cimarron. "C'mon, let's head home!"

Once the trio had left the crowded building, Cimarron glanced back - a massive wooden structure loomed behind them. "What...?" Her voice trailed off - so much had happened in such a short amount of time, she couldn't even begin to process it all. Had... had she just been bought? Abithona seemed oblivious to Cimarron's confusion, and just grinned sheepishly at the adolescent. Cimarron found her infuriating. Gunther seemed to understand that Cimarron was deeply disturbed, and put a kind but firm paw on her shoulder. "I'm sorry you were stuck in there... that's the Auction House, where dragons are placed to be freed in exchange for coin. It's a morbid process, but... some Clans are desperate for coin." He paused thoughtfully. "It also gives some dragons the chance at a new life, so.. I'm sure it's not all bad. I heard that dragons there are pretty much free to do as they wish, as long as they don't run off. Plenty of parents bring their hatchlings there as well, to give them a chance at finding a home outside of the birthclan and keeping the genepool from being limited..." Gunther trailed off, and Cimarron frowned. It still sounded like a terrible place for a dragon to be.

Abithona and Gunther brought Cimarron back to their home - a small cave that overlooked a very green pond, within the Everbloom Gardens. This was the first place Cimarron had been that was outside the Plague and Shadow realms, and she quickly fell in love with it's serenity. Here, Abithona and Gunther let her be, expressing that they hoped she'd stay with them to help them build up their Clan, yet letting her know she was free to go where she pleased. Despite her distaste for others, Cimarron found herself wanting to be around the two - especially Abithona. The Guardian became a big-sister figure to Cimarron, who never had any family of her own. As she grew into adulthood, the two became the best of friends. As the Clan also grew in numbers, Cimarron found herself in a position of responsibility - she had been here the longest, and therefore was looked upon as someone to go to for help by newcomers. Once the Clan grew large enough, Abithona and Gunther assumed the titles of Queen and King, establishing a fair and functioning governing system over the Clan - which became known as the Palustris, or Swamp Foxes. As Cimarron had been at Queen Abithona's side since the Palustris's beginning, she was given authority as 'Second-in-Command', and named the Sentinal of Sword.

As the Sentinal of Sword, Cimarron is the Palustris's lead warrior. She oversees the entire Fighting Force of the Clan; enlisting dragons who show potential as defenders of the Clan, training these newcomers, establishing ranks within the Fighting Force, and reporting everything to the other Palustris Sentinals and of course, Queen Abithona and King Gunther. Cimarron does well as a leader - her past taught her to not take any nonsense from anyone, and defuse any tense situations before they escalate into physical violence. Most look up to her and respect her (often they're much too scared to challenge her, anyway).

After the 'Tundra Incident' where each and every one of the original Palustris members were transformed into Tundra dragons after a transmutation gone wrong, Cimarron felt lost. No longer was she a large and powerful Imperial dragon, but a fluffy and cuddly Tundra. She refused to let her new body change her spirit, however, and continued her life as Sentinal of Sword. (She is, however, the dragon responsible for running off the dragon who caused this entire mess).

Nowadays, Cimarron resides in a plain yet cozy chamber deep underground, within the Palustris Lair. She shares this chamber with her mate, Nome. The two met when Nome joined the Palustris Clan, offering his services as a Blacksmith in exchange for a safe place to stay. The two seemed to bond almost instantly - both hailed from the Rotrock Rim, and both had been kidnapped at a fairly young age, yet managed to make it somehow through the kindness of others. The chamber they share is of a decent size; Cimarron can have Abithona and Gunther over along with Fernie and Noava, and the six fluffy Tundras fit comfortably. She keeps the birchplank floors lined with soft rugs made of various pelts and furs, and her and Nome's nest is cushioned with pillows she stitched together herself. (Messily done; she only completed them with Abithona's help). A small shelf hangs neatly on both the eastern and western walls, which is where Cimarron stores her and Nome's personal belongings. A large hook beside the nest is where Cimarron keeps Bloodspill, her aptly-named Filigree Rapier.

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