Resin
(#27223958)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Magma Embear
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.82 m
Wingspan
7.16 m
Weight
1074.92 kg
Genetics
Auburn
Giraffe
Giraffe
Fire
Current
Current
Sable
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
(A huge thank you to Anarthyan for helping me out with his lore! I'll format this properly later.)
Resin was a fighter who fought for the thrill. He seemed to be happiest when sparring with clan-mates, on the battlefield, or protecting his clan from outsiders. Outside of his job, he was usually seen either practicing moves to use in battle or taking care of his weapons. He became know as a ferocious fighter whose spirit was almost as fiery as his skill.
He dedicated himself to helping protect the clan, whether it was fighting or helping train hatchlings to defend themselves. He found it to be his sole purpose and loved very moment of it. However his quality of performance soon started to deteriorate. He was still an effective fighter, only a bit less faster. A bit less energetic. A bit less accurate. His clanmates weren't sure about the cause of decline but Resin knew.
He didn't reveal it at first, keeping his secret to himself. But one day, when Resin switched his sword from his dominant hand to his non-dominant hand, it raised questions. His excuse was that he needed more practice in his lesser used hand. Fighters had to be versatile after all. Despite his attempts to console his clanmates, Prometheus was the first to raise questions. Being Resin's main sparring partner and close friend, he could immediately sense that something was up.Upon being confronted, Resin finally admitted his secret.
Resin's health was not in the prime condition it was as he was younger. His joints were hurting, his bones were getting more brittle. Akemi had diagnosed him with a unusual deficiencies as well as deterioration of joints. He was becoming weaker as time went on. Much to Akemi's protest, he didn't stop fighting. It was the only thing that was keeping him happy.
Clanmates noticed him becoming more frustrated as time went on. The usual energetic and fiery spirit was becoming replaced by pessimism and self-loathing. Resin continued fighting, pushing past the pain, when one day he didn't. He stopped, mid-sparring battle, and simply watched as his hands let go of the sword he was holding. He just couldn't hold onto it without using up most of his strength.
That's when Resin stopped fighting and started to sink into a deep depressive episode. His clanmates were very helpful and supportive of him. They made sure he ate and took his medicine and got the proper amount of rest. He was personally visited by Pyrrhos and thanked for his services to the clan. However, this wasn't enough for Resin. He felt like he lost a piece of him, his true purpose in life. As people came by to thank him and to comfort him, Resin couldn't help but feel thankful for the support he was getting.
Prometheus visited him one day, giving him a gift from Helge - a refurbished sword, to honor the 'glory days'. Something about this small gesture on top of all of the support he was getting inspired Resin. Sure, he had to give up his life of fighting but he could still help the clan defend itself.
So he deciding to try being a blacksmith. The one thing he knew besides fighting was weapons. He knew exactly how they should be, how much weight one needs, how balanced it should be, because of his vast experience with them. Resin tried to branch out to other things, like mining tools, but he just couldn't make them correctly. Being discouraged, he gave up on trying to make anything other than weapons until one day, when Varya gave him some clay as a present.
And with it, Resin made a small pot. An actual working, albeit misshapen, pot. For what, no one knew, but it still sits in his workplace. He improved a lot, having been constantly practicing. While the pot in his workspace was a bit misshapen, Resin started to create perfectly shaped bowls with ease. On special occasions, Resin crafted little figurines and toys for the hatchlings. He practiced as much as he could with this new material but still focused on creating weapons.
That iconic fire to his spirit that he was known for was coming back, and clanmates saw him put that spirit into his craft (whether that be weapons or clay pots). However his illnesses still persisted. Resin couldn't craft for long periods of time as his hands would cause too much pain for him. And while this irritated Resin, his determination kept him continuing.
Personality:
Being calm most of the time, people underestimate Resin's temper. He is outspoken and blunt, never hesitating to put someone into place. While he can't fight, he can verbally hurt others. Since most people know of his calm personality, it is significant when he gets mad at someone.
He really loves his clanmates. They are like his family. Since they were there for him during his darkest time and helped him get out of it, he is really attached to everyone. People consider him to be very easy to talk to, and even when he was a fighter, they still did.
Trivia:
-Resin loves to give surprise gifts.
-When he can't use his hands, he uses his elbows to shape materials.
Relations:
-Prometheus: Best friend
-Helge and Varya: Close friends
Resin was a fighter who fought for the thrill. He seemed to be happiest when sparring with clan-mates, on the battlefield, or protecting his clan from outsiders. Outside of his job, he was usually seen either practicing moves to use in battle or taking care of his weapons. He became know as a ferocious fighter whose spirit was almost as fiery as his skill.
He dedicated himself to helping protect the clan, whether it was fighting or helping train hatchlings to defend themselves. He found it to be his sole purpose and loved very moment of it. However his quality of performance soon started to deteriorate. He was still an effective fighter, only a bit less faster. A bit less energetic. A bit less accurate. His clanmates weren't sure about the cause of decline but Resin knew.
He didn't reveal it at first, keeping his secret to himself. But one day, when Resin switched his sword from his dominant hand to his non-dominant hand, it raised questions. His excuse was that he needed more practice in his lesser used hand. Fighters had to be versatile after all. Despite his attempts to console his clanmates, Prometheus was the first to raise questions. Being Resin's main sparring partner and close friend, he could immediately sense that something was up.Upon being confronted, Resin finally admitted his secret.
Resin's health was not in the prime condition it was as he was younger. His joints were hurting, his bones were getting more brittle. Akemi had diagnosed him with a unusual deficiencies as well as deterioration of joints. He was becoming weaker as time went on. Much to Akemi's protest, he didn't stop fighting. It was the only thing that was keeping him happy.
Clanmates noticed him becoming more frustrated as time went on. The usual energetic and fiery spirit was becoming replaced by pessimism and self-loathing. Resin continued fighting, pushing past the pain, when one day he didn't. He stopped, mid-sparring battle, and simply watched as his hands let go of the sword he was holding. He just couldn't hold onto it without using up most of his strength.
That's when Resin stopped fighting and started to sink into a deep depressive episode. His clanmates were very helpful and supportive of him. They made sure he ate and took his medicine and got the proper amount of rest. He was personally visited by Pyrrhos and thanked for his services to the clan. However, this wasn't enough for Resin. He felt like he lost a piece of him, his true purpose in life. As people came by to thank him and to comfort him, Resin couldn't help but feel thankful for the support he was getting.
Prometheus visited him one day, giving him a gift from Helge - a refurbished sword, to honor the 'glory days'. Something about this small gesture on top of all of the support he was getting inspired Resin. Sure, he had to give up his life of fighting but he could still help the clan defend itself.
So he deciding to try being a blacksmith. The one thing he knew besides fighting was weapons. He knew exactly how they should be, how much weight one needs, how balanced it should be, because of his vast experience with them. Resin tried to branch out to other things, like mining tools, but he just couldn't make them correctly. Being discouraged, he gave up on trying to make anything other than weapons until one day, when Varya gave him some clay as a present.
And with it, Resin made a small pot. An actual working, albeit misshapen, pot. For what, no one knew, but it still sits in his workplace. He improved a lot, having been constantly practicing. While the pot in his workspace was a bit misshapen, Resin started to create perfectly shaped bowls with ease. On special occasions, Resin crafted little figurines and toys for the hatchlings. He practiced as much as he could with this new material but still focused on creating weapons.
That iconic fire to his spirit that he was known for was coming back, and clanmates saw him put that spirit into his craft (whether that be weapons or clay pots). However his illnesses still persisted. Resin couldn't craft for long periods of time as his hands would cause too much pain for him. And while this irritated Resin, his determination kept him continuing.
Personality:
Being calm most of the time, people underestimate Resin's temper. He is outspoken and blunt, never hesitating to put someone into place. While he can't fight, he can verbally hurt others. Since most people know of his calm personality, it is significant when he gets mad at someone.
He really loves his clanmates. They are like his family. Since they were there for him during his darkest time and helped him get out of it, he is really attached to everyone. People consider him to be very easy to talk to, and even when he was a fighter, they still did.
Trivia:
-Resin loves to give surprise gifts.
-When he can't use his hands, he uses his elbows to shape materials.
Relations:
-Prometheus: Best friend
-Helge and Varya: Close friends
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