Gyrusflovios
(#24506055)
Level 1 Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.82 m
Wingspan
2.62 m
Weight
100.57 kg
Genetics
Cobalt
Iridescent
Iridescent
Sky
Facet
Facet
Gloom
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Wishlist -- Primary Gene: Tiger(?), Secondary Gene: Peregrine(?) (Spinner?)
Once a denizen of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Gyrus has always been curious and exuberant. It's little wonder, then, that he got himself swept away from his home as a hatchling. He peered into the murky depths of the Leviathan Trench from his clan's lair, situated in the upper part of the trench's wall. Before he knew it, he was swimming downward, his curiosity driving him on. Strong currents flow there, and Gyrus' wings were far too new and weak to do anything but allow him to be swept away by them. He couldn't see in the cloudy murk, and foudn himself nervous, but excited about the unknown he was being hurtled towards.
Time passed. Gyrus was eventually freed from the current, spat out somewhere in the open sea. The water here was salty. It stung, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Gyrus didn't think to surface; he'd spent his whole life underwater.
It was getting colder. Food was scarce. Gyrus had no idea where he was... He wasn't called "Gyrus" yet, either. What had his name been? No, it wasn't important. Not now. He was trying to outswim death, wasn't he? Yes... Death was hunting him. There was nothing to do but to keep on.
Much of the same transpired. One day, he slept much longer than he'd intended. There was no food... It was so cold... He was so tired...
But he did awake again.
When he did, he felt heavy... Much heavier than he was used to. As it turned out, he was feeling heavier because he was no longer underwater. He'd been found floating among the Frigid Floes. Thanks to Parvuslumen's care, however, he had recovered to this point. The clan that had brought him in continued to take care of him, keeping him warm and giving him plenty of food. Finally, the day came when he was his old, energetic self, and fully recovered.
Gyrus thanked each member of the clan profusely, even ones that had had little to do with helping him. He'd not only regained his health under the clan's care, but had learned how to fly through the air, and how to move about on the ground. He learned how to forage for insects, and which fish the clan liked to eat.
This was as much of a family and a home as he had known. He was too young when he left his old clan to really remember them. So, he proclaimed that he wanted to be a member of this one, and to help it thrive however he was able to. And so, Hiemis gave him the only name he'd ever had, as far as he was concerned, and he wore it like a badge of honor: Gyrusflovios.
Once a denizen of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Gyrus has always been curious and exuberant. It's little wonder, then, that he got himself swept away from his home as a hatchling. He peered into the murky depths of the Leviathan Trench from his clan's lair, situated in the upper part of the trench's wall. Before he knew it, he was swimming downward, his curiosity driving him on. Strong currents flow there, and Gyrus' wings were far too new and weak to do anything but allow him to be swept away by them. He couldn't see in the cloudy murk, and foudn himself nervous, but excited about the unknown he was being hurtled towards.
Time passed. Gyrus was eventually freed from the current, spat out somewhere in the open sea. The water here was salty. It stung, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Gyrus didn't think to surface; he'd spent his whole life underwater.
It was getting colder. Food was scarce. Gyrus had no idea where he was... He wasn't called "Gyrus" yet, either. What had his name been? No, it wasn't important. Not now. He was trying to outswim death, wasn't he? Yes... Death was hunting him. There was nothing to do but to keep on.
Much of the same transpired. One day, he slept much longer than he'd intended. There was no food... It was so cold... He was so tired...
But he did awake again.
When he did, he felt heavy... Much heavier than he was used to. As it turned out, he was feeling heavier because he was no longer underwater. He'd been found floating among the Frigid Floes. Thanks to Parvuslumen's care, however, he had recovered to this point. The clan that had brought him in continued to take care of him, keeping him warm and giving him plenty of food. Finally, the day came when he was his old, energetic self, and fully recovered.
Gyrus thanked each member of the clan profusely, even ones that had had little to do with helping him. He'd not only regained his health under the clan's care, but had learned how to fly through the air, and how to move about on the ground. He learned how to forage for insects, and which fish the clan liked to eat.
This was as much of a family and a home as he had known. He was too young when he left his old clan to really remember them. So, he proclaimed that he wanted to be a member of this one, and to help it thrive however he was able to. And so, Hiemis gave him the only name he'd ever had, as far as he was concerned, and he wore it like a badge of honor: Gyrusflovios.
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