Ovcharka

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Level 1 Tundra
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

Apparel

Gloomy Highnoon Brimmer
Tawny Antlers
Red Mantle
Leather Aviator Satchel
Elaborate Sandwastes Vest
Nomad's Sandwastes Sash
Gloomy Highnoon Spurs
Crimson Silk Sash
Tanned Rogue Belt
Tanned Rogue Vest
Tanned Rogue Trousers
Tanned Rogue Wing Guard
Tanned Rogue Gloves
Tanned Rogue Mask

Skin

Accent: Piebald Tundra F

Scene

Measurements

Length
2.74 m
Wingspan
2.47 m
Weight
142.72 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Tan
Poison
Tan
Poison
Secondary Gene
Bronze
Peregrine
Bronze
Peregrine
Tertiary Gene
Caramel
Spines
Caramel
Spines

Hatchday

Hatchday
Sep 08, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Eye Type
Ice
Common
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
Meditate
Contuse
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

GUARD DOG
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Cachinno Company



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OVCHARKA is a shotgun rider -- that's the dragon sitting in the passenger seat on most standard coaches carrying the firepower, for the laydrake.

The coaches Ovcharka guards come and go on the Cachinno Company's behest. She doesn't know much about them, but she does know the following: the drivers tend to be tight-lipped; the beasts they drive are high-quality Wastebreds; the coaches aren't ever full of passengers but they are full of something; whatever comes after the coaches favours the nighttime and is seldom draconic in form. None of this falls too far out of the way of what Ovcharka's willing to put up with, so she keeps her questions to herself and the smalltalk to a minimum.

In exchange for her polite lack of interest in specifics, Ovcharka's kept well in coin. She's also got a gun, a special Company issue just for her. It's highly prototypical Shardshot and quite possibly illegal (though of course no one's going to rat her out around here). The gun is easily half again as long as she is and, if not for its uncanny tendency to twitch and hover in response to her thoughts, would probably be nearly impossible for her to handle.

The gun's size and proclivity for otherworldly glowing dashes all hope of stealth and subtlety, but it makes up for all that by being exceedingly satisfying to fire. She's got her father's unerring accuracy and her mother's appreciation for a real loud boom, which the gun is only too happy to provide. Company drivers tend to wear earplugs around this one.
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IMPRESSIONS
Her dense Southlander coat has been trimmed and shaved down to a more comfortable fuzz -- not too short so as to encourage sunburn but not too long so as to usher in heatstroke. Somebody handy with a shaving razor has cut all manner of abstract designs in her fur, most of them half-hidden in the mottled paint of her natural colours. The gun leaning beside her or elsewise slung over her shoulder is quite large, coal-black wood and steel wrapped around something less readily identifiable: cold, dark stone. Coming too close to the gun or its handler uninvited makes the flintlock glow redly of its own accord.
RELATIONSHIPS
CARBINE has a similar interest in pointing at something far away and making a nice bang and that's apparently all these two need to get along reasonably well. Ovcharka's not too forthcoming on the details of her job or weapon, and Carbine's smart enough to know not to ask. Sometimes they spend their downtime cleaning their guns and drinking firewater out of a shared flask.
ARQUEBUS is deaf in one ear on account of one humdinger of a warning shot. Since that day, Arquebus has wisely opted to never trouble a Company coach again, though she does harbour something of a burning curiosity about Ovcharka's gun. For now, she bides her time and keeps well out of Ovcharka's range.
HARLING is less a fully-realised person and more of a signature on some contracts and gold notes. Ovcharka is pretty sure that the longer she goes not actually putting a face to the name, the better off she'll be.
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