Amyr
(#26390731)
Level 1 Nocturne
Familiar
Sunspot Clouddancer
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.32 m
Wingspan
4.82 m
Weight
519.85 kg
Genetics
Orange
Giraffe
Giraffe
Sunshine
Hex
Hex
Tangerine
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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A M Y R
Alchemist 
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 B I O G R A P H Y
Overall Amyr’s upbringing was bright and positive, and when the opportunity arose to become an Alchemist’s Apprentice, he eagerly leapt at the chance. A decision that turned his world upside down. The Prince was clearly nervous at standing in a crowded room, and Amyr honestly intended to just introduce himself as a friend… But then Rhys truly looked at him, somehow looked through him, and he was gone. In his later years he’d retell the story of how he met his Mate that morning, and Rhys would never be able to stop the blush that rose to his cheeks when Amyr gushed, at length, about how he fell in love at first sight. It was always a slight exaggeration, but there was a kernel of truth within his tale. When it became clear that Amyr was starting to become more than capable of handling himself within the alchemical arts, James offered to teach him properly. His intentions were implied, and were unfortunately never acted upon, but it became rather evident that James hoped that Amyr could even be an academic partner in the field, even if it was just to have someone to properly talk to about his theories. Amyr’s training increased at a breakneck pace, and through the Clan’s connections, could reach out to other training Alchemists. He initially started his small band of alchemist penpals as a form of study, but eventually grew to a full-blown association between dozens of clans. If he had remained within the clan, he would have maybe even created a Guild and a bond between multiple clans across the Sunbeam Ruins. If. The offer of instruction also included an offer of a spare room above James’ shop, lending Amyr an opportunity to gain a modicum of independence from his adoptive family. It also made it easier for Rhys to sneak in. It started innocently, truly. Rhys was growing more anxious about his role as a young Prince by the day, and would often come to Rhys as a refuge from the constant scrutiny of the court. They enjoyed each other’s company immeasurably, even if it was just Amyr catching up with assignments while Rhys sat quietly on his bed and tried to decipher some of Amyr’s alchemic textbooks. The best times were when Rhys convinced him to meet on the banks of the river, and they would simply sit and talk. Sometimes for hours. Amyr soaked up every moment with Rhys when he could, convinced that his feelings were unrequited, but was taken truly by surprise when Rhys confessed his feelings for Amyr. Needless to say, they were both rejoiced when Amyr admitted his own feelings for Rhys, and they agreed to court, and maybe eventually tell Rhys’s family. Maybe. They weren’t courting for long before Amyr started noticing Rhys’s reluctance about telling his family. Amyr’s gut reaction was that Rhys was ashamed of him personally, which Rhys quickly shot down, but explained that it was becoming obvious that Rhys would need to find a suitable mate. A suitable female mate. His mother was almost ready to step down from the throne, and though Rhys wasn’t the immediate heir, he would still need to be an asset to the throne and provide a stronger line for the Clan’s future. But Rhys did not want that life. He wanted Amyr, in every capacity, as a Mate. But he also didn’t know how to juggle that desire with the fear of damaging his family. And so it was with great dismay that Amyr witnessed Rhys’s struggle between the two halves of his life, and how it slowly but surely tore him apart. With every successive Noble that the Royals family arranged as a companion for Rhys, Amyr could see Rhys’s spirit crack a little bit more. The Marquess who was on his arm for Mabli’s coronation was truly a perfect match; beautiful, witty, intelligent, and carried herself with enviable grace. When nothing came of that union, eventually people started to question Rhys’s convictions to his royal duty. Sometimes a hapless dragon would remark about Rhys in Amyr’s earshot, and it took every inch of his willpower to not launch a tirade in their direction on Rhys’s behalf. He received news from Vitus, of all people, that Rhys had been given the custody of one of his nieces, in the hopes that he would finally find a mate to settle down with. Amyr sent word to the palace that he would visit Rhys in the evening. He didn’t bother trying to hide his entrance; knowing the spies within the Royal Lair would notice him sooner rather than later. He wanted to find a solution for Rhys, even if just to give him a bit more ease of mind, but he also wanted to finally decide what his future with Rhys would be. His walk to the palace was grim. He anticipated that the only options would be to truly hide who they were forever, or take the easiest route out and simply end their courtship and allow Rhys to fulfil his duties with no distractions. Amyr’s heart clenched at the thought, hoping beyond all hope that it wouldn’t come to that. He sat in the small rowing boat in the small, rocky bay, awaiting his mate and their… Daughter. He was almost delirious with how quickly his life was changing. He’d left notes to Vitus, Floyd, James, and his associates; and had just enough time to pack his meagre belongings in a burlap sack from the storeroom before reaching the coast. Indeed, there Rhys was; bedecked in travelling clothes, carrying a similar sack over one shoulder and a hatchling in the other. He placed the sack without any ceremony in the centre of the boat, and gingerly climbed aboard with Angharad cradled in his arms, but Amyr reached out for Rhys’s elbow for support. On closer inspection, it was obvious that Rhys had been crying a little, and though Amyr didn’t comment as Rhys settled in their narrow rowboat, Amyr did embrace him a little harder than usual. “How are you holding up?” He asked gently. Rhys took a moment to consider his answer, before smiling hesitantly. “Is it dreadful that with every step I take away from my home, the more at-ease I feel?” “No, of course it isn't. They were asking so much of you.” Rhys’s smile brightened. “Or it might just be that every step away from them is another to you.” Amyr couldn’t - wouldn’t - stop the truly embarrassing, mushy, lovestruck expression crossing his face. “And here I thought I was the sappy one.” Rhys answered his remark with a kiss. “I love you, Amyr.” Amyr cupped Rhys’s face in his palms, and kissed him sweetly back. “I love you too.” As Rhys was often on the water working, it became Amyr’s responsibility to raise Angharad. It was an uphill learning curve, that’s for damn sure, and he fell back upon his contacts to provide better learning material for Angharad when her curiosity grew to a genuinely inquisitive nature. When he wasn’t teaching Angharad, or leading her around the coast for adventures, he was continuing his research into alchemy, though at a much slower pace than before. He missed the opportunity to stretch his brain, but would never say that he regretted his decision to move from the clan into a home with Rhys. Rhys brought home two dragons one evening after his time on the water. One was Peggy, who Amyr admired greatly for managing to coax Rhys from out of his shell away from home, and the other… Was the spitting image of King Camael. He introduced himself as Prince Carver; apparently Rhys’ younger brother. Amyr shot a look at Rhys, whose clay disguise had been scrubbed away for the occasion, and he looked more vulnerable to Amyr than he had since they were in the clan. Brushing aside his own nerves, Amyr tacked on a big grin. “Welcome to our home!” It turned out that a month after they departed, Heulog and Camael hatched another set of hatchlings, which was news that left them reeling. Carver was therefore Angharad’s Uncle, despite being a month younger. They were both fully grown and weighing each other up, much to Amyr’s amusement, until Angharad broke into a wide, mischievous grin and asked if he could teach her how to fight. Rhys spluttered from the opposite side of the room, and Amyr was a little humbled that Angharad turned to Amyr first to ask for permission. He allowed it, and he received a rib-crushing hug for his troubles. They barely saw Angharad after that, as she began to swirl in and out of their life in a whirlwind of energy, and eventually settled down with two Dragons who obviously adored her, much to Amyr’s satisfaction. Only the best for his daughter. This did, however, leave Rhys and Amyr re-evaluating their relationship. They had never had the option to be themselves without the responsibility of raising Angharad, and with her gone, it left their home feeling empty when Rhys left every morning. On yet another quiet afternoon, Amyr had enough; walked to the growing marketplace and made a point of talking to people who were not his immediate family. He reached out to his old academic friends through letters and was deeply moved by how quickly they responded, and soon enough his old alchemical background was allowed to flourish. He came back in the evening after Rhys for the first time in years, and Amyr’s new lease of life surprised them both pleasantly. It was years later, and they were making a huge step back into their past lives. Angharad's newborn son, Apollo, would be King in the very near future, which ould undoubtedly bring scrutiny back towards his family. All of them. After leaving the young family to make themselves known to the rest of the wider clan, Rhys and Amyr sat in their home and simply... Talked, for hours on end: the decades of regrets and insecurities; the practical decisions to be made regarding their life right now; and their distant hopes for the future. It was honest, and raw, and downright emotional for both of them to dredge everything up and lay it bare. But in any moment of doubt in the long decades to follow, Amyr would always carry the memory of what his Husband had said to him that evening; "I can never change that decision to run, my love, but do you know what?" Rhys had waited earnestly for Amyr's tentative headshake before he continued; soft as can be. "The 'Weaver truly smiled on me the day that I met you, because you have brought light and happiness into my life that I know I would have missed without you... And if given the chance to reverse time, to reverse the actions I have made? I will always choose this life, and this family, that I built with you. " Their future together was wrought with change - both slow and gradual as they got to know each other better; but also rather rapid change, especially when Rhys turned into a Dragon smaller than himself! But their story would later be known as one of the greatest romances of the clan’s history - much to Rhys’s consternation and Amyr’s pure glee. 
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