Alocer

A deadly assassin and progen of this clan. He's sly and cunning, rather unpredictable and quite the trickster. When confronted about his feelings, he often comes off as cold and uncaring, but despite that will eagerly fight to protect any of his clan mates.

(This contains some headcanons I have about mirrors)

Due to the pack life of mirrors, they tend to just group all the eggs together, collectively taking care of them. Some of the weaker mirrors are appointed to act as caretakers. These caretakers are essentially the mirror form of parents. They watch the eggs and then raise the young dragons after they hatch. Life can be hard for a young mirror though. From the second they break out of their egg they are subjected to pack life. They must quickly learn to become one with the pack, as well as learn to fight. Soon they are brought into dragonhood when they are brought something to kill. Their first blood brings them into the life of a mirror. However not all of them make the cut.

Alocer was born a runt. Smaller and weaker than any of the other hatchlings, he tended to be the least favorite of the caretakers. While most mirrors do know their lineage, no one wanted to claim him as their offspring. He was often picked on by his packmates, more of a practice dummy to them, eventually leading to preferring to stay in the rear of the pack. There he could be forgotten about. Forgotten until it was time for his first blood.

The hatchlings were ecstatic. This was to be the day they truly joined the pack. Each was presented with some sort of creature to kill. Most were injured to ensure it couldn't get away, or fight back. Alocer however was tossed a small winter wolf pup. A runt just like him. He couldn't bring himself to do it. To end the life of the small, abandoned wolf. He named him Fenrir.

His failure to take his first blood turned into his failure as a mirror. He was the lowest in the pack, subject to constant beatings from the other dragons. He eventually had to learn to fight. But being smaller and weaker would make fighting like a mirror impossible. He had to become quicker. Look for the perfect opening. Stay back and learn how the enemy thinks. He became one of the best fighters in the pack. His choice of tactics however cast him even farther out of mirror society. He eventually abandoned his pack.

Traveling by himself, well with only Fenrir that is, Alocer needed a way to sustain himself. He began fighting in the coliseum, hoping to make some money. One day after a match, an odd skydancer approached him with an even odder request. He was to kill the leader of her clan.

The life of an assassin quickly consumed him.

Alocer became stronger, his stealth and speed some of his strongest attributes. He became quite good at his new occupation, drawing in clients of all kinds. One day, a young mirror approaches him. Her name was Quiora. She was kind and charming, offering him everything she had in exchange for an imperials life. The imperial that slaughtered her pack. Alocer had never killed an imperial before, but for her, he would do it.

The imperial was the leader of a small, yet elite, clan in the sunbeam ruins. One imperial, three skydancers, two wildclaws, one pearlcatcher. No healers. Their lair was based in what appeared to be some kind of ancient, crumbling temple. Alocer waited for days at the top of a tower outside the lair, planning how to go about this. When they hunt? No, they'd all be ready to fight then, just waiting for him to come to the slaughter. He could poison their food stores? Not an option, he came here for their leader and that's it. Maybe as they sleep? Possibly, but the imperial slept deep within the ruins, and there's no way he'd accept a quiet death. But their was one perfect opportunity. They would often sunbathe early in the morning, their leaders spot at the bottom of the very tower Alocer had been residing in. Alocer readied himself as the sun rose.

The imperial exited the lair, stretching his wings and laying at the base of the tower. Alocer lept from the top, hitting hard onto the back of the giant dragons neck. He dug his claws as far in as he could before quickly pulling his weight to the side and using the momentum from the fall to rip himself down to the imperials throat. The dragon let out a rage filled, guttural roar before his throat was filled with blood. The other dragons, caught off guard, quickly began gathering their weapons, but Alocer was already off and running. He hastily washed off in a stream nearby, and easily escaped to the tangled wood.

Quiora was amazed, and Alocer proud of how much he impressed her. In all honestly he thinks he may have fallen for her. That dream was soon to come to an end however as she claimed she was exalting herself to the shadowbinder. They spend a few weeks together as she prepared herself for her journey. Alocer often tried to talk her out of it, but to no avail. He eventually convinced her to one last night. They explored the tangled wood, eventually coming accross an old abandoned lair. The very lair that houses this clan today. They spent the night here, and come sunrise, Quiora was nowhere to be seen. Alocer was alone.

Weeks passed and Alocer stayed in the old lair, only him and Fenrir. He wouldn't be alone for too long however. A makeshift clan began to form as outcasts and runaways of all kinds came searching for a place of refuge. Alocer allowed them all to stay, acting mostly indifferent, but as truly lonely as he was, he really did enjoy the company. He would do anything to protect him. His family. His pack. His clan.

Quiora's return (thanks to the reclaiming update)
Alocer was, to say the least, shocked at Quiora's return. His old feelings for her quickly bubbling back to the surface. However she wasn't the same, and those feelings quickly died. She wasn't as fun loving and lively as before. She was still kind, but more serious. More proper. He gladly lets her stay in the clan, but they rarely talk. She stays in the back of the lair, where she prepares fodder for exaltation.