Victory
(#26450294)
Level 1 Mirror
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.47 m
Wingspan
6.17 m
Weight
403.99 kg
Genetics
Iris
Basic
Basic
Buttercup
Basic
Basic
Emerald
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
~Legendary Brave Warriors~
Victory
Dancer | Mirror | Female
Dancer | Mirror | Female
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Just looking at her, one might think that Victory was a warrior. However, this is not the case. What she does is, she feels, far more important to the survival of the clan and its defense. She dances to inspire the warriors. And she loves nothing more. She dons the bright and beautiful ceremonial attire, dressing herself as beautifully as any skilled fighter. But her armor is not for protecting in battle, nor are her clothes simply designed to be flashy. The shimmering silk ripples as she spins, the bright hues casting light all around in a beautiful display of whirring cloth. She is said to restore energy and inspire countless dragons when she dances, and one dragon who has witnessed her inspiring dance can fight with the strength of ten. It is truly a sight to behold. The whirring of the cloth in a vibrant rainbow nearly cloaks the young mirror from view, and those who watch get lost in the enrapturing sight of the twirling and whirling. It seems almost impossible, unreal, but the twinkling of her laughter reminds the spectators that this, indeed, is a dragon, as ordinary as any other. Just with an extraordinary gift and passion which inspires others to great feats in battle. She discovered her love of dancing at an early age, when she once visited the grand temples of the Sunbeam Ruins. So inspired was the young Fire dragon by the beauty of the scenery and architecture all around her that she danced on the steps of the temple, drawing a small crowd to witness the beauty unfolding before them. Laughing, she had taken the paws of another dragon for a turn around the courtyard, feeling happy and free. The dragon she had danced with was a warrior in his own clan, and after he had told her how invigorated he had felt after watching her, she knew her calling. So she married herself at once to the dance. She returned home and showed the clan elders her newfound ability, and they agreed that it held remarkable inspiring power. And with her devotion to learning how to inspire others, she quickly became the best dancer of the clan. As word spread, others began to seek her out, wanting to witness the dance for themselves. And each dragon left speaking of her remarkable gift. She was showered with treasures by those who had witnessed her, but she did not grow vain. Even to this day, she asks for nothing other than attention as she gracefully spins and swirls – of course, she could command nothing less. She does not even need to speak for her presence to fill the room when she begins to dance. And oh, how beautiful things are when she sings along with the movements of her feet. “Kicking up the embers, stirring up a storm…” she would sing, one of the revered hymns of the Flamecaller. “The Flamecaller’s watching you, and keeping you from harm! Ember, ash, and kindling, pretty kings and queens. Granting all your wishes, lighting up your dreams!”* It is said that the Flamecaller herself once came to witness Victory’s dance and song, and blessed her with even greater gifts than she had been given before. But for Victory, the joy comes not in treasure, or praise, but simply in sharing her gift with others. For nothing brings her more delight than knowing she has a purpose in this life. And to use that purpose for such good ends – those whom she dances for could not be more grateful. *song adapted from ‘Kashkash’ by SJ Tucker
"I try not to dance better than anyone else. Only to dance better than myself from yesterday."
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-bio by hannahbbug3-
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Robin An untamed spirit. This is exactly what this Skydancer embodies, bearing banners and pelts of earned while pouring her soul into battling foes. None that crossed her left without wounds, and those that lived on will forever tell the frightening story of graceful but deadly aerial doom. There are legends about manticores, traces of fables winged lions brought up, but what she is is her own self: untamed. Her colors are only made even more striking thanks to her chosen garb, the flutter of cloth and fur further accenting the mane trailing behind her. ~ "If you wish to battle with me, be ready. You will not escape my claws and teeth even once." ~ |
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Robin was as fierce as she came across to people, she wore battle pelts from her past with pride as she displayed her practiced stance portraying her strength. Robin was ready for battle all the time, yet inside a turmoil of doubt eroded her pride. Robin grew up with a sort of plague rooted in her, something she spun herself that dragged behind her every move. Some people would call it her guilt, perhaps it was. Although only Robin could truly understand her own pain. Woven through her passion, her pride and her success was the shadows of each deed. Robin had crawled her way to the top, and through the path she forged was her shame. Robin had fought against other hatchlings, against other adults and finally after leaving the fighting ring she could barely survive. Earning enough money to sustain life was difficult, so after she had abandoned the fighting rings Robin had tried something new, different. Robin knew she would not be able to sustain her own life without a steady income, so she decided to try hunting. With her skills from the fighting rings she assumed it wouldn't be too difficult. For herself, the assumption was correct. Robin's wings pumped above, then below her powerfully. Adrenaline surged through her muscled body as she scanned for a target. An open field identified her prey, and once the chicken was found she broke its neck with her sharp teeth, easily making a kill. She sold it for a meager amount of gems, enough to start saving for later use. Robin advanced quickly, from small prey to weakened deer and eventually to predators like wolves for their highly-valued pelts. She built herself a den, simple and set apart from society, and worked in solitude as she grew to her full weight and size. When Robin slept she would sometimes hear the screams of the dragons she killed ringing through her ears before they were cut short and she woke up with tears streaming down her face. She would remain conscious and hunt her feelings away, the best and only way she knew how. Eventually Robin met her companion. While hunting a fox she heard an odd sound from the bushes, a painful sound that rung out completely unlike a dragon. There she met a Nightsky Fuiran, who she chose to take home for its hide. Before she could stop herself, she was wrapping its wounds and taking care of it. Something inside of her had reached out and kept her from killing it, something that allowed her to have company and help in her life. Today Robin and the Nightsky Fuiran live a simple life. Both are equally devoted to Robin's hunting, even the Nightsky Fuiran no longer protests when it is used as bait for a larger foe. Robin eventually made a large enough profit to buy herself claws and armor, as well as an untamed banner to proclaim her wildness. When she flies in the sky, her heart drumming the tune of the wilds below, she forgets what she's done. Robin is one with nature, her speed and instincts faster than her mind and with each prey taken down she hears a voice inside begging for more, more of her true passion. --bio by thefaceradar-- |
Shark
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A small fae hiding a gentle nature underneath quite a terrifyingly ferocious guise, he likes to sunbathe more than anything else. Icy eyes shimmer under a large mask, making the dragon appear larger than it truly is. When the call for duty comes, however, he is ready to answer it even if he despises feeling his claws sink into flesh even as his teeth snap off blood vessels and brings a swift end. Those who have witnessed him waging battle against their sworn foes speak of a fast fluttering whirlwind of doom. ~ "If you have seen me coming, your world is to soon go dark forever." ~ |
Izuna
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In a very brutal way, Izuna learned early that one has to fight to make their way in this world. Born in the harsh and barren Plague realm, from the time he hatched he was fighting with his siblings for food, for mother’s attention, for survival. Some of his siblings weren’t tough enough. They didn’t grow as strong. They never left the nest. But when their mother left them to fend for themselves, it was Izuna that headed out first, shrill chriping voice proclaiming loud and clear one single fact that echoed within him even as he stared into her final kill's likeless eyes, vowing to wear its pelt to keep her spirit alive. ~ "I will survive." ~ |
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Making his way from the Plague lands to Fire in search of food and shelter, he eventually found a clan willing to take him in. Uncomfortable with the idea, but knowing survival would be easier if there were those nearby willing to help him fight strong foes, Izuna allowed himself to become a part of the clan. His skill in hunting did not go unnoticed, and he was quickly promoted to being one of the clan’s top hunters and fighters. Able to kill easily and quickly, what he lacked in social grace he more than made up for in the bounties he brought home for his new clan mates. Though his manner is sharp and sometimes grating, his decision to stay hasn’t proven to be unwise. He even found a mate, and fathered many children of his own. Though it is not in him to nurture, he has made them into brave fighters, and though he will not admit it aloud for fear of sounding too attached, they have done him proud in their service to the Flamecaller. |
"If you want to be strong, learn how to fight alone."
-bio thanks to hannahbbug3-
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A warrior clad of gold, he fights in the coliseum for thrill and glory. It is said that no blood has ever stained the polished gold plates, and they shall remain untarnished for as long as this dragon lives and breathes. In time, he will become a legend. |
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