Nepkitty's dragon Starbrite

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.03 m

Wingspan

1.88 m

Weight

1.91 kg

Genetics

Mulberry
Starmap

Jungle
Striation

Mulberry
Capsule

Hatchday

Jul 21, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Bogsneak

Eye Type

Arcane
Multi-Gaze

Level 25 Bogsneak

Max Level

STR

133

AGI

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QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

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S T A R B R I T E

Captain | Self-Proclaimed Mother of Clan | Leader of Clan

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HISTORY AND PERSONALITY

____There are eggs lost to the wind, and eggs lost to the sea. There are eggs that hatch, and eggs that never come to be. There are eggs that are cared for, and those abandoned, left behind. And for Arcane eggs, there are those that wander away, unconfined.

Over the Starwind Bay and across the Windswept Plateau did an Arcane egg soar, and many dragons mistook it for a comet as it connected the stars in its flight. Everyone knew that Arcane eggs were prone to adventuring, and the glimpse of one crossing the skies was good luck. So it was excitement and pleasant chatter that this Arcane egg left in its wake as an abrupt change of wind spun it around, and took it straight back to the Starfall Isles.

It had left many good impressions on the lands it'd visited, and it was certainly a permanent impression that it left when it crashed through the roof of the Observatory, tore down two floors of incredibly rare and radioactive materials, and then plunged into a pit of irradiated slime at the very bottom. For months after, researchers would claim that the world was ending and the sky was falling, while others would curiously poke the egg as it glowed from its comfy nest of slime. A few more logical researchers were anxious, for Arcane eggs tend to absorb whatever magicks were around it, and with the intense radioactivity going on in the slime pit, they feared that the egg would turn out a monster.

Luckily for the egg, the researchers, the Observatory and perhaps the world as well, Starbrite was only born with a couple of extra eyes. Though she did scare the feathers and scales off the rather courageous researcher who pulled her from the slime, her extra eyes weren't the worst that the Arcanites had seen, and all were glad that she hadn't become a Shadetouched dragon like the last egg that had brought massive damages upon the Observatory. (It may or may not have been their fault that, but nobody claims to know anything about it.)

It was the duty of those at the Observatory to take care of any falling, crashing, materialising and otherworldly eggs that come their way, and the researchers did the same for Starbrite. Along with a number of other hatchlings that had ended up there, they raised the bright Guardian to know the ways of a proper Arcane mage, How To Not Not Blow Things Up 101, and the rest of the daily bits and bobs that an Arcantie exploding with curiosity should know.

By the time Starbrite had grown into a young adult, the tug of her Charge was strong, and she was forced to leave behind her friends and mentors at the Observatory. With a tearful farewell, she bid them goodbye, leaving a radioactive puddle in her wake, for her mutant eyes shed tears of the same irradiated liquid that had created them.

And, well, if that liquid turned into a giant slime monster that later attempted to devour the Observatory and caused extensive damage to the Arcanist's telescope, that wasn't Starbrite's fault. Or intention. Probably.

For many weeks, Starbrite wandered, unsure of what exactly was calling her. She ended up in another part of the Starfall Isles, on cliffs looking over the sea, where the pull brought her to a half-embedded spaceship in the ground. Or at least, she thought it was a spaceship. It may have been an oversized refrigerator. Or one of the many giant bathtubs dragons gave to the gods as offerings, then found out that deities like the Flamecaller don't appreciate hot baths. But Starbrite was the one who found it, named it, called it what she would, and so it was decided that it was a spaceship.

Day after day did Starbrite mulled restlessly around the giant spaceship. She found that there was a junk yard not far from the spaceship, which gave her the same pull as she'd felt towards the spaceship, and in it she found alcoves filled with spellbooks and runescrolls and the kind of trinkets that most Arcanites would sell their firstborn for (and then steal them back because really, what's stopping them?) In a particular spellbook, she found a way to search for those connected to her. And, hoping that the spell would perhaps provide a clue as to what she was to do with the giant bathtub that was apparently her Charge, she casted it.

What came up in the flickering image was not her, nor the giant bathtub, but the scene of a ship sailing through the seas, the saltwater spraying up across the deck. She saw the scene of a mob of dragons, and a single dragonness standing before them, wings raised protectively. Behind her was another dragon, one ensnared in nets.

The scene shifted quickly, and Starbrite saw the same dragonness again, but younger, sitting beside a nest occupied by an egg and staring at the ocean. Just then, a league of dragons sprang from the shadows, falling upon the dragonness. She fought ferociously, but still her egg was stolen - not by her attackers, but by the wind. After the egg she chased, but as she ran down from the hill she was on and towards the beach where her egg was being carried, a sudden outburst of fire from a ship on the sea stopped her, threw her back, stunned her.

And the egg was carried on, where presumably it would loop about Sornieth, then end up crashing into the Observatory.

As Starbrite watched, eyes wide, slowly understanding what she was seeing, a soft, silvery wind brushed against her, She looked behind her, down the cliffs, and saw an enormous ship sailing. It was abandoned, the ship, and apparently it was light. For before Starbrite could do more than wonder what in the world this was, a wave caught it, threw it, and it landed on Starbrite.

Starbrite was very lucky she was small, and she was also very fortunate that the ship so happened to be very big. Unfortunately, that was as far as her luck went. The ship landed all around her - the junkyard, the spaceship, sealing them all in. And for some reason, the ship was enchanted, leaving Starbrite with no way out.

However, being an Arcanite, Starbrite was not the least bit downed by her predicament. She thought that the upside-down ship made a very nice home, even if she couldn't find, make, or explode an entrance. She reorganised the junk yard, finding that most of the things weren't junk along the way, ate from what vegetation grew on the ground and cultivated a small, indoor garden to supplement her diet. Before long, the ship wasn't a prison, but a home. The many levels and rooms, after some renovation, became a home suitable for a clan. And as she placed this where she wished, Starbrite suddenly became certain that this was her Charge. Not just the ~~oversized bathtub~~ spaceship or the junk yard, but both of them together, with this ship. Because her Charge wasn't a physical thing. It was a concept, rather - one of a clan.

So when first Mascara and Sugarberry, then Fiendfyre and Ashwinder came up to check out this strange ship (and conveniently making a passageway), Starbrite was not surprised, and welcomed them all enthusiastically. Though the dragons initially stopped for a warm meal and a tour around the ship, they stayed to join the clan. Slowly, the members grew, and the ship was no longer strange, but familiar. And Starbrite was elected the leader, and she has watched over the clan to this day.

And so was the creation of the Nebulae Pirates.

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____Afew months after the creation of her clan, Starbrite came upon Lestat. She learned of his family, and of the half-alive dragon named Amson who lead the band of hatchlings. She asked to be taken to the group, and felt a warmth for the dragons. And when Amson was reluctant to join, afraid that he would be trouble, she laughed, promptly adopted him as her father, and took him into the clan. Amson's recruitment marked a new beginning for the clan, for with him he brought hatchlings, unborn and born, and so for the first time, eggs were hatched in the lair. It was only then that Starbrite decided that she wanted the position of the clan leader, whereas previously she'd taken the role only because others had nominated her to. It was then that she decided she loved this clan, and wished to protect it.

Despite being the leader of the clan, however, Starbrite is neither serious, focused, nor, well, had leadership traits normally expected of a stereotypical leader. Always bubbling with excitement, she is the first to explore cursed ruins, first to blow up the laboratory, and the first to jump off the cliff and welcome whatever ships came the clan's way (on the occasions they were pirates, and she would land then single-handedly take their ship down via sheer weight). She leaves the paperwork for the others to take care of, and only takes over when serious, important matters require the attention of the clan leader.

Starbrite is warm, gentle, and enthusiastic. She is always one to volunteer to help, and her bright personality lights up the lair wherever she goes. She is versed in combat, though she rarely shows the combative side of her. And when it comes to magic, Starbrite is the one to go to. When it comes to alchemy, however, Starbrite is the last dragon you want to go to. Becoming a Bogsneak's actually the result of way too much messed up alchemy. She's just lucky she only got breed changed.

On starlit nights, Starbrite would stargaze. Sometimes she would see images of the dragon who'd had her egg, and smiled fondly at the bare memories she remembered. Sometimes she would look at Amson and his family, see the silvery glow that followed them but could not be seen by their eyes, and she would smile.

ZALIR

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