Feyace
(#27799807)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Cursed Bat
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.54 m
Wingspan
1.73 m
Weight
1.59 kg
Genetics
Umber
Cherub
Cherub
Gold
Butterfly
Butterfly
Latte
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
     
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Feyace
Inventor
Tinker & Expand Desperation Is The Mother Of Invention Feyace lived her life on the continued cusp of desperation. After spending seconds with her it became apparent that she was exceptionally brilliant, if not a touch mad, and overwhelmingly pressured by a deadline that did not exist. Frantic, was another word that comes to mind, desperate, frantic, and brilliantly mad. It is what has driven her so far, those three defining qualities, yet that looming deadline in her mind remains. Because ever since she was a hatchling she has heard voices that belong to no body. As in, the ones speaking have not a physical form, at least not anymore. Feyace's communing with the dead is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it has forced her to explore beyond the conceivable, into dreams, into death, into the existence after existence. She has fashioned herself special goggles and gloves so that she may not only hear the dead but also see and touch them. Her research is second to none in her chosen field. A curse because the dead are not always content. Feyace has seen it all; hatchlings dead before first breath, dragons gone in a blaze of glory or simply by fate, and everything in between. She fancied she had seen death in all its throws, she was wrong. It began slowly. A few Fae children crying to her as they tend to do, but these ones showed gruesome tales. Inexplicably horrible, so much so, that it was inconceivable to her, and she brushed it aside. Hatchlings are usually the most confused in death. Yet it persisted with innumerable hatchlings and even a few dragons, all brothers and sisters, crying out the same horrid tale. Feyace could no longer be idle. Each new sibling to appear felt like blood on her own hands and these unsettled children became hers. She promised to find them justice so they could rest, which lead her to this clan, to Birch, now her mate. The children whisper about a survivor, about their dear sire, and even quieter they will say - and she must strain to hear - beware the witch and her words.
Night Papillon Clan Lore// Feyace's Story //*Links Under Co.
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