Girram
(#24362898)
The Beauty of Battle
Mirella
Dunhoof Ambassador
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.72 m
Wingspan
6.05 m
Weight
503.23 kg
Genetics
Spruce
Skink
Skink
Wine
Butterfly
Butterfly
Umber
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe! Though far outnumbered let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back! -claude mckay |
CANONICAL STATUS: FIRBOLG CHAOTIC GOOD PALADIN OATH OF DEVOTION OUTLANDER BACKGROUND Purchased for 500g Pre-Gened with Skydancer/Basic/Basic/Capsule Sourced from @/chantric 's clan has every Shakespearean play memorized Previously named Aegir (Sacrificial Name) Ae=God, Gir=Warrior Gir=Warrior Am=Live/Life (Living Warrior) Extravagant, Flamboyant, and Powerful |
History:
Says "thou" far too much for what is, dare I say, "cool."
Full of good spirit and vigor, Girram's positive attitude keeps the team light with dramatic monologue even while delving into forgotten tombs and dungeons.
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REUINION
"Aegir."
He stops. His chest cold, void of even the anger that was blazing moments ago. Turning, slowly, back to the large white dragon who he had called a "Father" so long, long ago.
"What...did you just call me?"
"Aegir, please listen, I just wanted the best for you a-"
"NO."
The fire within him is alight again, crackling dark red fumes- a poison of broken and painful memories he had buired under heavy armor and a large smile.
"Aegir was the name you gave me when you sent me to die. Aegir is the small, naive little child who trusted his clan above all else. Aegir is the son you chose to hide behind when you could not admit to your mistakes!"
He roars, fire spitting from his eyes and mouth as the larger dragon cowers below him in shame. He holds his stance a moment- a moment longer. He enjoys this power over his kin- God, how he knows he savors it. Disgusting. Shaking his mane to clear his mind, he steps back. Sealing the fire, containing it in his chest. He knows his teammates are watching, they will have questions, but for now...
"My name is Girram, Father. I chose it for myself as I choose my own destiny, not one paved by innane elders with no sense of dignity. If you look for me again, I will show you the same mercy you showed me all those years ago."
He turns away for the last time, and exits the small building without looking back. His teammates shoot a last look at the shaking old dragon before following Girram out, into the dawn of the new morning.
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art by @/chantric
will be placed in the bio as soon as i compress it a little aah i love it
Says "thou" far too much for what is, dare I say, "cool."
Full of good spirit and vigor, Girram's positive attitude keeps the team light with dramatic monologue even while delving into forgotten tombs and dungeons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
REUINION
"Aegir."
He stops. His chest cold, void of even the anger that was blazing moments ago. Turning, slowly, back to the large white dragon who he had called a "Father" so long, long ago.
"What...did you just call me?"
"Aegir, please listen, I just wanted the best for you a-"
"NO."
The fire within him is alight again, crackling dark red fumes- a poison of broken and painful memories he had buired under heavy armor and a large smile.
"Aegir was the name you gave me when you sent me to die. Aegir is the small, naive little child who trusted his clan above all else. Aegir is the son you chose to hide behind when you could not admit to your mistakes!"
He roars, fire spitting from his eyes and mouth as the larger dragon cowers below him in shame. He holds his stance a moment- a moment longer. He enjoys this power over his kin- God, how he knows he savors it. Disgusting. Shaking his mane to clear his mind, he steps back. Sealing the fire, containing it in his chest. He knows his teammates are watching, they will have questions, but for now...
"My name is Girram, Father. I chose it for myself as I choose my own destiny, not one paved by innane elders with no sense of dignity. If you look for me again, I will show you the same mercy you showed me all those years ago."
He turns away for the last time, and exits the small building without looking back. His teammates shoot a last look at the shaking old dragon before following Girram out, into the dawn of the new morning.
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art by @/chantric
will be placed in the bio as soon as i compress it a little aah i love it
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