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Sam

(#27659684)

Level 11 Tundra

Familiar

Fuiran

Energy: 45/50

Personal Style

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.13 m

Wingspan

3.03 m

Weight

235.95 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Python

Leaf
Striation

White
Basic

Hatchday

Oct 12, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 11 Tundra

EXP: 6473 / 34264

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

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MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Sam
|| Leader of Misfits ||
The Seer

Sam never intended to be a leader of any sort; how he got himself into the position he is in now is beyond him. Born the son of an esteemed alchemist, Sam lived with his father, (An extremely strict dragon who cared for little other than his work) following in his footsteps to pursue a similar career; until an accident with a rather acidic brew resulted in a spillage which blinded Sam's right eye. His father, furious with his son's mistake and unwilling to pay for the consequences for it, promptly threw Sam out of their home.

Sam, now without a home and with a severe wound, wandered the nearby lands. By now, he had lost all sight in his eye, and the tissue surrounding it was severely scarred and burned. Strangely enough, however, his eye was still intact, just a sickly shade of green, constantly dripping with thick, clouded tears. Sam did whatever he could to hide his appearance, putting on a halfmask and adorning it with scavenged jewels that would hopefully draw any strangers' attentions instead of his face. After a few lonely months of living on his own, he was joined by Evian, a lively mirror who quickly became his closest friend. Through her, he learned of the warring between the greater kingdoms of the land, and of all the dragons who were fleeing their homes into the wild because of it. Evian, who had been driven from her home after Queen Valentine's army had pillaged her home, was determined to do what she could for those who needed aid. Sam, who was initially unsure of the idea purely because of his own shyness, was soon persuaded to join her.

Before long, dragon after dragon came to Sam and Evian's home, each one with a similar story. Either their home had been destroyed by the armies of one of the greater kingdom's leaders, or they couldn't bear to watch their own kingdom become corrupt and malevolent under the rule of their new leaders, and fled. Soon, with each new arrival, Sam and Evian had founded a clan of sorts, a small, hidden territory where everyone was welcome. In fact, their clan grew large enough that it was eventually noticed by King Seneca of the Isvaldr Faction, who granted them protection should Queen Valentine decide to attack their clan.

Although their makeshift clan led a rather uneventful life, they were all quite happy, enjoying the peace that their sheltered home provided. Fortunately the clan has not yet had to call for King Seneca's aid, as Valentine's sights seem to be on larger targets as of now. Sam himself had also grown fond of their little home. It seemed to him like he actually had a family again. Life was good.

But as is often found with peaceful lives, something comes up to disturb that peace.

It was a harmless little accident that revealed it. A passing tree branch knocked the mask off of Sam's face as he was enjoying a riverside walk. The tundra had let out a yelp before pawing at the ground in front of him to pick it up again when he realized. No longer was his infected eye sightless; instead his vision of the world was green and horrifically blurred. In astonishment, Sam looked around. A tree that he could see clearly with his left eye became a cloudy blur to his right one. Everything was tinged in a green hue as bright as the chemical burns on his right eye. But as he looked around, he found that he still could see, in a very vague manner, his surroundings.

Elated, Sam grabbed his mask off the ground and started on the path back home. How wonderful it was to have his sight back! Even if it was far from perfect, anything was better than complete blindness. But as he turned to near his clan's territory he froze.

A black shape loomed in front of him, moving slowly across his field of vision. It froze for a second before vanishing and reappearing a few feet in front of him. Sam let a squeak of surprise and fell backwards, looking up at the shape- only to realize it wasn't a shape anymore. A wildclaw, black and green (strikingly similar to his own colors,) was glaring down at him. Sam blinked in surprise. He could see this dragon, and rather clearly at that. Tilting his head, the tundra realized with a start that this dragon was completely invisible to his untouched eye. He simply wasn't there unless viewed in the green-tinged world. The wildclaw gave a toothy grin, eyes shining. Sam suddenly felt very scared.

But as he scrambled to his feet, preparing to face his attacker, the wildclaw vanished in a wisp of shadow. The green world became blurry again.

^{Best friend}

^Friend

^ally

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