Tesla
(#25634346)
Level 25 Imperial
Familiar
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
30.44 m
Wingspan
23.91 m
Weight
5872.27 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Metallic
Metallic
Cerulean
Alloy
Alloy
Obsidian
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
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Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
10
DEF
6
QCK
50
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
TESLA
Inventor ▪ Reclusive ▪ Creative
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Tesla had never been always there. Even from a young age, when those bright cyan eyes shone as lightning struck the ground, separated the clouds, staring in awe beneath his father's feet, protected from the sands of the shifting expanse, he never once flinched or shied away. Bravery, they called it. Adolescence brought ideas and late nights scrawling upon blueprints, those same eyes, now more narrowed and focused, watched his claws tinker away with machines so delicately in his hands, the noise of utmost pleasure escaping his maw the moment his little contraptions showed any signs of significance and potential. Aspiration, they called it. Then the machines got bigger and bigger, and their purpose more obscure. Sentry bots would abandon their patrol route to hunt down passing dragons in a barrage of fire power and pure mechanical rage. Working bots would feverishly increase their production to the point where they broke and shattered under the strain. Cleaner bots would horde almost every tangible thing they found and bring it to the one who had been entrusted with their creation and enhancements. Encouragement turned to questioning, praise turned into confusion, fear, and finally anger. Madness, they called it. It came as no surprise to the now matured imperial that he had been forced to leave that day, his robots either leaving with him or being shut down forcefully by the dragons he left. Travelling across the wastes had always been determined as a dangerous thing to do, even for dragons who were native to the unforgiving land, harbouring the element of lightning, electricity running through their blood. It was, however, elementary to cross the terrain with robotic brutes in tow, and from the cloudy, desolate lands he travelled to the shimmering world of light, knowledge and truth, to where he now resides. Sure, he had almost been gutted by the defending dragons of [enter city name here] as he approached the borders, his mechanical wonders arming themselves to fire at any given time, but the chaos that had almost ensued the moment anyone would have laid a claw on his frame was stopped by none other than Rhaegal, who saw the potential that others saw in him long ago once again, to which Tesla has never forgot. Quickly handed over to the other lightning dragons, whose sparkling eyes staring up at him reminded him of his own, Tesla knew that he had found a home. Left to regrettably erode for quite some time, an old, spacious interior was handed over to him in order to house his robotic companions and conduct his experiments. Lights and flashes and crackling noises that stung the ears of anyone who got close enough would emanate out of the windows and doors of the old workshop, creating a rather hypnotic light show should anyone be brave enough to sit and watch, although one would have to react quickly should the windows suddenly give out, blinding cyan light shattering the night. No one can quite forget the time in which Tesla decided to test out a new armoured cannon in the middle of the day, scaring the wits end off any dragon wandering by and destroying a good chunk of the roof to his abode, nor can anyone quite fail to remember the time the imperial sauntered out of his workshop so nonchalantly, covered in plating and armour that embedded itself into his skin, giving off an unearthly, bionic glow. Madness. They spoke of it in such harsh, bitter tones back in the expanse and yet here they laugh, they praise, shocked of course and yet, they do not berate. Tesla spends most of his days now cooped up in his workshop, slaving over prodigious projects that take his fancy. Once in awhile he emerges to grace the world with his utterly mad ideas, and then disappears once more, as enigmatic as he ever was. |
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Age: ▪ doot Relations: ▪ doot Enjoys: ▪ Building useless and dangerous machines ▪ Talking to his bots ▪ Playing with electricity ▪ Flying during electric storms ▪ Discussing ideas with the voices in his head Dislikes: ▪ Water (even baths) ▪ The company of other dragons ▪ Stupidity ▪ Going outside |
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Bio layout and text commissioned from Serpenta
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