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Bastille

(#26800999)

I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back

Artemis

Centaur Archer

Energy: 47/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.53 m

Wingspan

10.81 m

Weight

1078.4 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Giraffe

Obsidian
Butterfly

Silver
Glimmer

Hatchday

Sep 09, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

BΔstille

revolution

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THEME:
GENDER:
SEXUALITY:
MATE:

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Male
Heterosexual
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ALIGNMENT:
FEARS:
LIKES:
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PERSONALITYXX Keen || Charismatic || Mellow

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Bastille is a happy, relatively social dragon. He loves spending time with other dragons in the clan, and is rarely seen alone. He tries to become friends with everyone he meets, and often comes on too-strong and scares off the quieter members of the clan. His bubbly, excitable personality acts as a strong contrast to his demeanor with his Bow out.

Despite his cheerful nature, Bastille is a deadly and dangerous foe. He's got great eyesight, and is renown for his ability to hit a moving target from a long distance. He's always up for friendly shooting competitions though, though he refuses to go easy on his opponents. Bastille is also a rather good singer, much to most dragons' surprise. He has a habit of humming or singing under his breath as he goes about his duties.

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In his original clan, Bastille was always a sociable and excited dragon. When he was rather young, he picked up a bow and loved the feel of it in his claws. After that day, Bastille trained day and night to get better at shooting, and rapidly developed his skills. Secretly, he thinks he may have inherited some magical ability from his mother; occasionally the wind seems to know just how to blow against the arrow to place it back on course.

Despite his skills, and his appreciation for his family and his clan, Bastille left him home relatively quickly. Like his parents, he was struck with an urge to leave and to explore. As he packed his things and said goodbye to his family, he wondered where he should go first. His mother had been from the Southern Icefields, but Bastille knew he would most likely dislike it there. He wasn't a huge fan of the cold.

As he continued to wander, Bastille began to remember and ponder his father's tales of the Tangled Woods. It seemed interesting, and Bastille truly did enjoy his father's stories and tricks of the dragons from that area. With his mind made up, Bastille headed that way with his trusty bow and a good amount of arrows.

It took longer than he had originally expected, and it was far more dangerous than Bastille had expected. He had multiple run ins with Bandits and aggressive members of the Beast Clans. Time and time again, Bastille found himself extremely grateful for his skill with a bow. When it came down to it, he never missed.

One day, while Bastille was trying to find something to eat, he came upon a river with a fair amount of fish. He immediately set to work; he quickly caught a good amount of them and set them off to the side as he began to set up his camp for the night.

As the fire finally began to roar, and the sun began to set, Bastille sat back and began to carefully cook the fish. After he had cooked a few, he heard the sudden sound of a branch snapping in the forest nearby. He immediately grabbed his bow and notched an arrow as the form of a Centaur Archer entered the clearing.

The two of them had their arrows pulled back as far as they could go, and Bastille felt his heart beating quickly in his chest. The two of them were at an impasse. Bastille knew he was a good shot, but from this distance any archer would be able to make a kill. That was true for the Centaur as well.

"Put down your bow," The centaur warned.

"You put yours down and I'll do the same," Bastille said with more bravery than he felt.

He knew that if the Centaur had allies that he would be in deep trouble. Bastille kept his ears peeled for any noise in the forests around him, but everything was quiet.

"What do you want?" Bastille asked finally.

The Centaur seemed slightly surprised, and glanced quickly at the fish that Bastille was cooking. He noticed the glance and cocked his head to one side.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, "I mean, there's enough to share if you are."

Bastille watched carefully as the Centaur glanced from him back to the food and back once more. She seemed to be confused, and distrusting, and made no move to lower her bow. With a sigh, Bastille slowly let the bowstring lose its tension and unnotched the arrow.

"There. Is that better?"

When the Centaur didn't lower her bow at first, Bastille worried that he had made a fatal mistake. Then she nodded slowly and lowered it down from her sights. She replaced the arrow in her quiver and slung the bow over her shoulder.

The two of them ate dinner together silently and awkwardly. After they were both full, Bastille began to strike up a conversation with her. The Centaur was alone; she had left her Clan in order to find her own home. They were alike in so many ways.

Bastille immediately jumped on the chance to have a traveling companion, and quickly told the other Archer of his plan and his journey to the Tangled Woods. The Centaur, after a quiet moment to think, agreed to accompany him. Then, she introduced herself. Artemis.

After that night, the two of them became fast friends. They moved quickly, and Bastille was shocked by Artemis' knowledge of the terrain and the fastest path to the Tangled Woods. He followed her gratefully, and the two of them made it to the forest much quicker than Bastille has anticipated.

It wasn't long before they came upon this clan, and Bastille offered his services and requested to join. It only took a few minutes for the Clan to agree to let him and Artemis into the clan, and they both easily adapted to the clan life.

Bastille's skill at archery got him notoriety in the clan, and he is generally posted outside of the camp in a tree. From there, he can see if anyone is trying to enter the clan who isn't supposed to, and he can keep an eye out.

On other days, he is tasked with taking care of the various weapons that are stored in the Armory. He is constantly organizing them and making sure they are clean in case a dragon wishes to borrow or take one for their own use.

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OTHER Plans, Art, etc.

Moodboard by Me

yeh this is a Bastille Band-Drag. I love them. Happy new Album day!
also shout out to my boy #_____999 being born on 9/9
he was 4kt and i love him

Art by Roez

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