Liimbo's dragon Ichor

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Measurements

Length

4.7 m

Wingspan

5.39 m

Weight

587.44 kg

Genetics

Swamp
Petals

Stonewash
Butterfly

Swamp
Underbelly

Hatchday

Oct 10, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 5 Skydancer

EXP: 3669 / 5545

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

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MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

I c h o r

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"I could've sworn I left it right here..."

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B I O G R A P H Y

Role: Patriarch/Co-Founder/Treasurer

______ Though technically a leader, Ichor lets Regalia handle a majority of the leading responsibilities while he manages the clan's finances. He tends to be more softhearted and shy in comparison to Regalia's "tough love" mentality. Though that mentality is reserved for clanmates, and not her mate. To her mate she's as sweet as sweet can be, but nobody else sees that side of her.

______He and his mate, Regalia, had only recently returned from their journey. The two had always been adventurous, and had decided to travel afar to study the work of the gods. Finally, they gave into the tugging in their hearts that told them to return home.

______The pair felt more than a little out of place once they arrived. They had been gone for ages. Would their clan even recognize them? Welcome them? Or worse; resent them for abandoning their duties? They grew so sick with anxiety they almost didn't return. Finally, they pushed their worries aside and reclaimed their titles. Luckily, the old leaders gladly relinquished the positions, and the rest of the clan rejoiced at their return.

B I O G R A P H Y

______ A long time ago, the two had found each other and started a humble clan in the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Soon, both grew restless, longing to see the stars. Eventually wanderlust got the better of them and they migrated their entire clan to the Starfall Isles. They decided they were content there, among the glowing woods and glittering crystal pillars. The pair made their home in the rock walls of the Focal Point, and haven't moved since.

______ Before Ichor met Regalia, he was just a nobody. A lonely Tundra who hatched in the middle of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. He wandered for some time, starving. Finally, an ancient Imperial found the hatchling, near death. The Imperial took the hatchling under his wing, and taught him how to fend for himself. Time passed, and the hatchling aged into an adult. Having no parents, he considered the Tidelord his father as he hatched in his domain. He named himself Ichor, the blood of the gods.
Later, the old Imperial decided Ichor had learned enough and sent him on his way. Ichor, grateful, never forgot his mentor. He traversed the land, meeting new dragons and having all sorts of adventures. One time the adventure got a little too dangerous. He had been exploring a beach when a lone Wendigo attacked him. He wasn't expecting a Wendigo on a beach, and was taken by surprise. The Wendigo just about tore him to shreds, but just as he was about to pass out, the Wendigo was scared off by a Mirror. The Mirror, named Regalia, nursed him back to health. He shared stories of his travels with her in exchange, to pass the time. Eventually, the time came when he was back to full health. He almost dreaded it, he had grown to like her company. He could tell she would miss him too; they had both become rather melancholy over the past few days. Finally, he decided to stay. They fell in love, and wanted to start a family together. Their family grew by taking in other lost dragons, such as Almaric. Over time, their family grew into the clan they know and love today.

______ Ichor looked up from his book. He watched as his mate folded through parchments, a look of intense concentration etched on her features. "We should have a name for the clan." Ichor said suddenly, mentally memorizing his page number and closing his book. Regalia peered at him, startled by the random suggestion. Her reading glasses slid down the bridge of her beak, and she automatically pushed it back up. "A name? For what?"she replied, setting her papers down on her wooden desk. "Well, we can't just be Clan 'Unnamed' forever. That doesn't sound threatening at all." He quipped, sitting back. "Why would we need to be threatening? You know we're not a warrior clan." She countered, watching him. "True... but what about other matters? Other clans won't know what to call us. Like in trading, for example!" Ichor enthused. His mate regarded him thoughtfully. "Alright, do you have any suggestions?" She prompted. "Something to do with stars..." His voice trailed off as his gaze did as well, deep in thought. "...Astrum? I believe it means star in another language other than Draconic. Ruto learned some on his travels and taught me a little." Regalia said finally, after a moment. Ichor beamed. "Perfect."

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