Gembender
(#26653384)
Level 12 Tundra
Familiar
Eel of the Depths
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.9 m
Wingspan
3.95 m
Weight
175.81 kg
Genetics
Orca
Cherub
Cherub
Antique
Facet
Facet
Sky
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 12 Tundra
EXP: 4580 / 38956
STR
32
AGI
25
DEF
22
QCK
23
INT
11
VIT
25
MND
22
Biography
Gembender
Gladiator
Gladiator
♛A snarl reverberates through the tarnished helmet, deep and with obvious malice.♛
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B I O G R A P H Y
______ A taciturn drake from Sornieth's illegal coliseums, Gembender is quite standoffish and comes off as rude. When asked about his past, he becomes more violent, often attacking the dragon who asked in an attempt to silence them. Many of the Labyrinthe (who care, at least) assume Gembender hatched alone/abandoned and had many near-death experiences as he was growing up inside the maze. He is quite sensitive to magic due to his embedded gems, so he prefers a hands-on method of dealing with his foes. After a while, he told Luliwa in a faltering hiss that the icy gems on his body collect and generate magic energy and are quite a powerful and sought-after source. They are extremely sensitive and so Gembender hates being touched. After sharing this, Gembender avoided her for months, afraid of her reaction. In the early days of the arena, Logan trusted a few bogsneaks he'd met. They were the only ones who tried to teach him and heal Gembender's wounds after the beast-fights. He quickly grew a protective streak for the trio and became extremely dangerous so he was treated as such. His owner, a pearlcatcher, began to isolate Gembender from his newfound "family," recognizing that it would be a good way for Gembender to become his best gladiator. Confused, scared and feeling alone, he isolated himself when not in the ring. He hid away in his small, bare cell, wary of every sound. On occasion, he would be put on display around the domain before or after the bloodbath to raise excitement and anticipation for what else was to come. Many time, cruel beastclans and other dragons would intentionally scare him or posture to see how tough he really was. In the early days, this terrified Gembender. Some months passed and he began to snarl at everything that walked by, becoming exactly what he was created to be. A monster. This eventually faded as he learned to separate himself from the past but at times he still can become near feral if approached in the wrong way. ______ Storytime “Behold!” The seafoam pearlcatcher rose to the podium, their voice echoing in the silent ruin. He leaned out over the arena floor with a grin, hoisting a struggling tundra's head upwards to face the fractured sunlight by the heavy chains wrapped around his body. “Behold the great warrior, Gembender!” The tundra struggled in his chains, swinging back and forth as he was jolted and shaken about with near every word, “The Beast of the Glade! The Frigid Lion!” Gembender himself had nearly passed out once again by the time the world stilled. He held his breath to keep from vomiting again from all the conflicting scents in the arena. Magic and burns and lairs and clans scents all mixing together into a sickening amalgamation of illness. Blurry vision slowly cleared to reveal the packed stands of the ruined Coliseum. Empty green eyes flicked uninterested over the roaring crowd before halting at the sight of three bogsneaks, bedraggled and in chains. His crying defenders, mentors, and family all in one. His gut twisted once more, this time in shame, before he found himself in free fall, surprise making him fall more than inability. He twisted through the air, his chains clinking as he tried and failed to slow the approach of the dusty ground. Tan wings snapped outward in a last attempt to save himself and pain shot through his chest with the now familiar sound of once cracked bones snapping. His fur caught all the dust as it fluffed in alarm. He peeled himself from the ground, eyes searching, nostrils flaring, while his captor continued to shout. The cranking of the arena’s iron gate fought with the distant voice in his ears, “…in a small contest of strength!” The other contender’s call rang out from all too close, perhaps a skydancer's trills or a fae's chirps, setting Gembender to stagger into motion. Scrambling to his feet, he limped away, only making it a few steps before he was sent sprawling by the restraints. The pearlcatcher hadn't released him! The frigid icicles on the edges of his wings bit into the thin membranes and he hissed as he looked up at his captor. Gembender's face met metal bars with a dull clatter as he leaped for the smug male. It was all he could do to lay there where he landed and wait for his vision to clear once again, and when it had he wished it hadn’t. Shoving away with his forelegs, he choked down bile yet again as the world spun around in a sickly swirl. The image of the golden sun blazed brightly upon the bloodstained ground. He squeezed his eyes shut pushing the nauseating image from his mind until another angry call dragged him back to reality. The other dragon was nearly free from its own restraints, already free from its cage and had sent Gembender sprawling, large body shadowed by the cage it had burst out of. He had to do something. Anything to end this, save the others, his shy family, at least from the endless battle. Face set in determination, he wrapped his claws under his chains, pulling at the metal until the cracks in his rib screamed at him to stop. A quick glance upward showed his captive audience had long since turned away, fins flattened from their despair. He tugged again and again, ears flattening against his neck as he slumped to the ground. Gembender bellowed as he called upon the magic embedded into his body, pain lancing through him once more. “What’s the matter, Beast?” his captor called from above, craned over the railing with one hand on the banister and the other clutching his ill-colored pearl, “You once slew ten rocs with those very claws! Surely only one dragon won’t send you running!” Gembender grimaced in a mix of anger and fear; a snarl filling the arena. Something the skydancer seemed to stumble away from, his emotions seeming to overwhelm the other combatant. He took another glance to the gate, then up to where his tormentor leaned with that same eager grin. He heaved a furred paw, diving beneath that gleaming breastplate, the only piece he had left, scrambling through cloth and metal as quickly as his injuries allowed, calling even further upon the magic forcefully embedded into gems encrusted on his fur and skin. Finally, he emerged with a single knife, a misericord formed from twisting and sharpened vines, long and needle thin, called and formed by magic. It took both paws to heft it, Gembender was so tired and everything hurt so much, but he managed, setting his jaw as he began to circle the struggling dragon, a skydancer with lines following each graceful curve. His whole body was alight with hot pain, the stress tugging at his wounds. The blade's magic trailed around him leaving leaves fluttering to the dirt. Gembender closed his eyes, taking careful aim with a deep sniff as he heard the skydancer break free of their struggle, then flinging the blade. It flew through the air as his opponent burst free and began to charge. Gembender watched it fly true, landing home just as he was swept aside by the angry creature. He barely stood a chance, yet he smiled at the sickening thunk of his blade against opalescent pearl. The strangled gasp his tormentor made as it struck. He smiled. The bogsneaks screamed for him to fight, to not give in. He heeded them. Gembender jolted awake, fur fluffed in alarm. The calm scents of Luliwa and the other inhabitants nearby the healer's den saturated the air and he sighed heavily. Perhaps he'd be free of the nightmares soon, but till then, Gembender would guard this dragoness. Endless sorrow, endless pain. A ringing sound resonates within me and it makes me want to defend what's left in my world. Speak to me not if you are not a person I have known. I won't hesitate to shut you up. Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most important people are the ones seared with scars. Quotes from the lovely Flygo72 |
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