Celt
(#24289728)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.16 m
Wingspan
17.89 m
Weight
8306.06 kg
Genetics
Saffron
Crystal
Crystal
Terracotta
Facet
Facet
Gold
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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CELT
Former Prince | Cunning | Driven | Protective Lapithai's mate Loyal fighter Selfless guardian Despite how closed-off he is, Celt is everything anyone could want in an ally. His cunning and loyalty to those he trusts pair excellently with his driven nature and protective instincts. If one of his loved ones is in danger he is ruthless in his protection, thinking nothing of shedding blood to ensure his family's safety. Already cunning, his skill in battle is unmatched. He has a rather grotesque sense of humor—even when faced with guts and gore, he finds an awkward joke to make about it. But even with all this in mind, Celt is a huge softy when it comes to his family, especially his mate. Those that see him express this affection are left with mouths agape. He is incredibly selfless and would sacrifice himself to protect his mate and children if he needed, and he never goes back on his word. Celt grew up as the prince of his birthclan; his mother was the queen, and his father a well-respected chieftain. They were excellent leaders, but when Celt was still learning the ropes of being a leader to their people, the territory experienced an invasion. Celt's father led their armies into battle and was killed in action. Celt's mother fell ill not long after her mate's loss. None of the medics recognized what was happening in her body. A cure wasn't found, and she died. The back-to-back losses shook Celt greatly as whispered rumors reached their tendrils through the kingdom: It was foul play, both deaths were foul play. Celt considered it, long and hard. His uncle arrived with his armies, saying, "My condolences. Your father's passing is a deep, grievous loss for both of us. Though I am still reeling, I have come to assume the throne. But Celt was the heir. Why was his uncle trying to take the throne away from him? Unless... At that moment, he knew. His uncle had planned this out. He had slain Celt's father in the heat of battle, when the turmoil veiled who delivered the chieftain's coup de grace. Then he had some servant give the queen a poison. Celt confronted his uncle, refusing to allow him to take the throne. But then, more and more of the family stood beside his uncle in support. This wasn't the work of just one dragon, but many. The enraged prince threw the first blow of the battle, managing to overpower his uncle's supporters despite the odds. Anyone there who opposed him, he put down, splattering their blood across the walls of the cavern. His uncle was not spared. A handful of dragons backed down and bowed in their willingness to accept him as their king, but Celt was so disgusted by their disloyalty to his father that he executed them then and there with his claws and teeth. Once his rage had died down just enough, Celt separated and burned all the corpses before leaving behind the caves he had called home for centuries. He wandered from place to place, avoiding territory occupied by any strong dragons if he sensed them. The solitude was fine; after all, if his father's servants turned on him, who's to say that a companion wouldn't turn on Celt himself? |
 ""Death should never be your worst fear. How you live can be far more gruesome."
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One particular incident changed this forever. Celt sensed a powerful dragon, but the sounds of a struggle made him pause. Something irresistible inside him brought him deeper into a territory he would normally avoid. Before long, he'd gotten himself involved in a scuffle against a group of raiders who were trying to kidnap a Skydancer who didn't seem able to defend herself at all. It was a hard fight, but he was able to best and slay all four of the raiders. The Skydancer gazed at him apprehensively from some meters away, refusing to let him come close. It took a little time, but Celt managed to convince her that he wasn't about to take her anywhere. In fact, his wounds were rather severe; he couldn't take her anywhere in his condition. Lapithai, the Skydancer, felt obligated to stay with him and help treat his wounds until he had recovered enough to move on. But as the weeks went by, she was not comfortable leaving him on his own. When Celt decided that he'd stayed long enough, she followed him. Celt grunted at her, telling her she should go somewhere else and that he didn't need company, but every time he even tried, the irresistible feeling inside him started up. He couldn't leave her alone. Besides, what would happen if she were to get attacked again? He accepted her company and eventually came to enjoy it. Celt liked how quiet and gentle she was, especially when she worked her powers over wildlife they passed. Lapithai was his constant companion through the years, but after such a long time traveling, she was growing tired of the nomadic lifestyle. Celt would have been happy to keep going, but he knew she wanted to find someplace to settle down. Neither of them had wanted to others to hurt them in the same way each of their families had done, so they were wary of where they were going to stay. It was then they found Thanatos's territory. Celt was willing to take the chance and go before Thanatos to see if he and Lapithai could enter into the family clan. At least, he was, until he learned of the trial: Thanatos was going to look directly into each of their souls and judge the purity of both. A soul judged as "too corrupt" was burned to smoke on the spot. Lapithai immediately tried to comfort him. He had told her of his past, of the family members he'd killed, and she said with conviction, "All that doesn't matter now; it's not a blemish on your soul. You are going to do fine." "It's you I'm worried about," Celt had replied. He was ready to accept his fate of Thanatos deemed him unworthy. Whether he lived or died was not of as much concern to him as whether Lapithai lived. He loved her deeply; he wasn't sure when it had happened, but he had no desire to have her soul turned to dust, regardless of how Celt himself was judged. His Skydancer partner held fast in her faith in him; she said that he ought to have faith in her, as well. Celt finally gave in and agreed to stand before Thanatos, the god of death. As he stepped before the fearsome dragon, Celt growled, "If you so much as raise a single hand against my Lapithai... I will tear your beating heart from your chest and crush it in my claws." Thanatos's expression remained unchanged as he stared, judging them. Relief and joy overwhelmed Celt when they were both determined worthy of places in Thanatos's clan. Celt felt contentment; he had been forgiven of his horrible past, and now he could begin a new life with his new, little Lapithai, who had worked her magic on his scarred heart. 
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