Aira

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Shroud Ability Stone Envelops the enemy in a dark mist. Has a chance to apply Blind. (Decreases the target's accuracy.) May only be used by shadow dragons. 600 Required Level: 12

Current Status: Afflicted with "Walking Shade" Current Age: Young Adult Time of Birth: Spring Mate: none Relatives: her father, Hope. Deceased mother and siblings. Friends: none Charge: her father.

Gene Plans: Complete Occupation: Caretaker, guardian to Hope. Likes: The growing feeling she has a second chance at life. Dislikes: The general prejudice involving the group's conditions. Hobbies: Nothing of note.

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"I'm not giving up on you."

- Biography

A strong willed and steadfast young guardian who is one of only two dragons to make it out alive from her plague-stricken home, the other being her father - and charge - Hope.

Aira spent many months searching for him, only to eventually stumble upon him receiving treatment from an enigmatic skydancer deep within Light territory.

She joined the fledgling group in spite of her misgivings regarding the shade-steeped Helena, and remained there with her father even after his evident cure.

- In red: Backstory by Gainstrive:

She had journeyed for many hundreds of miles, bloodying her paws on rough unforgiving terrain. It had taken her years to get this far, hunting for him. He had vanished so many moons ago, she was too young to remember where he had gone, if he had said where he was going at all. All she knew was that she had to find him, before it was too late. He was sick, very sick. So was she, and her mother…

Her mother was gone. Her siblings, they had all perished with the rest of the clan. Whatever sickness had taken them, had resided in her bosom as well. But she had fought against it. When he had left, mistaking her for dead, she hid. She hid from the dead who roamed her former clan, sightless eyes finding any movement and attacking. She didn’t know what had become of them, but they weren’t her clanmates any more. Even her mother had lunged at her, whatever creature now inhabiting her rotting body only sensing her as an enemy, or food.

She fled that cursed place, traveling in roughly the direction that he had gone until her legs gave out under her and she collapsed. She rallied only with the help of a passing clan of Serthis who had taken pity on her and nursed her back to health. They weren’t native to the area, and whatever illness that had befallen her clan was something they had medicine to combat. They called it the Walking Shade, a sickness contracted from mysterious origins. They told her that when the Shade seeped out of the earth, whatever was in its path perished in a grisly, unspeakable way. The Serthis clan who had saved her was small, and could not fight against the undead. but they could try to rescue the ones that had not yet succumbed, herself included.

Parting ways with the Serthis once their journey no longer followed the same path, she once again set off in her endless search. For him. She had heard rumors, she had spoken to many who had seen a guardian pass by, dressed in tatters and only armed with a worn medicine bag and a haggard cloak. His face was always hidden, so no-one could ever confirm whether it was him. But she knew.

“Father, I’ve found you.”

- More Info
Saved from exaltation, gened, and then given to me as a gift by the amazing Gainstrive!
I'm never gonna get over that. Thank you so much again. ;o;
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