Wind
(#26530611)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Tengu
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.55 m
Wingspan
18.97 m
Weight
8383.99 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Crystal
Crystal
Obsidian
Facet
Facet
Eldritch
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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W I N D
”The more I question, the less I understand.” Clan Healer 
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 B I O G R A P H Y
 Manipulative|Introspective|Withdrawn The memory of a painful, burning agony was Wind’s first, the churning cauldron of death and disease that was the Wyrmwound imprinted in her mind. Her mother had disposed of her into the vat while she was still just a young hatchling. Her expectations of her children were much too high for Wind to meet, and the perfectionistic Imperial refused to believe that such a crystalline child was her own. Being as devout as she was, Pleonie was enraged that her pleas for the perfect child went unanswered. "Her scales, they glisten so- What a hideous sight to behold! Blacker than the blackest night with swirls of dark... And those eyes! They most certainly are not red enough! This is not the child I prayed for!" After being tossed away, Wind had sunk down into the viscous liquid, staying alive for hours as she fought to keep to the surface. Suffering and flailing, her movements began to slow, weakened by the disease that began to fester inside of her, cracks and scars already formed across her beautiful crystalline scales. Had it not been for her deity, she would have drowned in the disgusting pot of filth. The Plaugebringer had come across the hatchling’s trembling body, scooping her up with her large churning tool. the rose-rot encasing the young one showed a resilience to disease that was unheard of to the Goddess. She should have been dead, or even worse, yet she lived on with pride, her Goddess teaching her everything about The Infection that she needed to learn to become a proper acolyte. Despite seeming quite sickly, she merely harbors dormant diseases within her body, unaffected by them, which makes her an effective messenger, carrying viruses and her tome from clan to clan. When the time came for the Imperial to be sent off, The Plaguebringer spoke to her in a rough, echoing voice. "My child, pestilence is your word. Plague is your scripture. It is your duty to carry my message and disease, like the Wind on a cold winter night of which you have been named after. You are just the dragon I have been searching for this duty. How devout you are- It brings me joys I have never known. Now go. Spread my teachings!" Wind had bowed to her, a smile on her face. "Yes, Mother." Wind's origin is unknown to her clan, and she would like to keep it that way. Not because she laments over her past, but to protect her position in the clan, for she carries out her duties wherever she goes. The Imperial hides under the guise of a doctor, and she truly possesses the skill of one. She can cure and nurture just as much as she can take life away. She heals those she deems worthy of living, giving them another chance at a full, healthy life. However, she targets those who take their lives for granted and those who look similar to her own mother. Luckily, they are uncommon cases, and her ways of spreading the Plaguebringer’s infection are unnoticed and rare.  |
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B I O G R A P H Y
"Oh, so good to see you again. Are you feeling unwell? Ah, if not, then why don't you sit down and relax beside me? It's not often that I get visitors, after all." This, however is merely an act. Friendships do not matter to her. They’re nothing in the long run, aren’t they? No one truly knows that she’s practically a husk of an Imperial dragon. The darkness within her must be hidden to blend in, and she does a wonderful job of doing so. Behind her facade, she’s nearly emotionless, save for when she catches word of a sick clanmate, then she brightens at the opportunity. Do they deserve to be cured? Do they deserve to die? The illness they suffer from is merely her word. Her scripture. Her passion. She is easily annoyed, and usually unimpressed with advances upon her by male dragons. Most specifically, Taiyo, the Skydancer. He is quite the romantic, yet she refuses all offers of courting and gifts from him. She merely sees him as a nuisance, and occasionally will whack him over the head with her tail. The dragons she considers to be worthless and deserving of her infection in the clan are mainly those who mistreat hatchlings, reflecting on her tragic childhood abandonment. No one will miss them. No one will feel sorry for them when she claims the ailment to be terminal. As for those who look similar to her mother, Wind will infect them without remorse or a second thought. She will go out of her way to find and befriend those who look like her, simply to cause them to fall ill and succumb to whatever ails them. Wind is a vessel for disease. And although she may be resistant to illness, this comes at a price. Her rose-rot encasing leaves her frail, feeling weak and sickly without any alleviation. The vine-like cracks in her scales break open at the slightest nudge, but she isn’t self-conscious of this at all. In fact, she wears her scars wounds with pride, though to protect herself from unnecessary pain, she will cover herself up and refuse to be touched. This is not only to keep from harming herself, but to control how her infection spreads. As her scales split, a concentrated spore-like gas is released from the fresh wound. Those extremely close to her at the time will become gravely sick at inhaling the secretions. Unintended infections will be treated quickly, saving those undeserving of a painful fate. |
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