Ordas
(#27866152)
Level 8 Imperial
Familiar
Ashscale Ophiotaurus
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.82 m
Wingspan
17.08 m
Weight
6423.14 kg
Genetics
Eggplant
Crystal
Crystal
Gold
Butterfly
Butterfly
Gold
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Imperial
EXP: 58 / 16009
STR
24
AGI
17
DEF
11
QCK
11
INT
11
VIT
18
MND
11
Lineage
Biography
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O R D A S Lair Guard / Arch-Mage Husk Stoic • Absentminded • Sage |
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❝AT A GLANCE Where once a great and powerful Imperial mage growing in power now stands a silent husk who shuffles the halls of the lair in silent guardianship, unresponsive to the world around him except aggression and his mate, Ciendrych. Ordas was the victim of his own spell, his mind consumed by a hastily constructed ritual in order to protect his children and mate as well as the rest of the lair which was a sacrifice he had been willing to make, but no one was ready to accept. Now as the clan still mourns the loss of one of the most potentially powerful mages equal to the ones of generations past, his only task seems to be the protection of the lair. Uncaring of death or injury as he is basically a walking corpse, he will attack anything that shows true aggression towards his family which includes dragons that now live in the lair. Otherwise, there's no recognition in his eyes for anything else but their safety. ❝MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE Before he became a husk, Ordas was an exuberant if not awkward archmage hailing from a variety of places and settling down in no particular clan, his childhood lost to tomes and the runes inside of them. What little he divulged to his companions were only the specifics of which magic he learned . His passions involved studying magic, experimenting, and discovering new magics and learning to combine physical prowess with magical excellence. Each place he wandered, he developed and honed his skills both physically and mentally, pushing the outside world away in favor of magical greatness. Till he met Ciendrych. Traveling through the Lightweaver's territory, he saw her there, a beautiful Imperial weaving magics of light as carefree as a summer wind and when she glanced up at him, her smile was the most enrapturing spell he had ever encountered. He wooed her with his amazing, social talent; which was none. He had none. And yet, he allowed his studies to be put temporarily aside for the female and the brood they planned on having. When Ciendrych found herself heavy with the first of his brood, Ordas found Lyre, the larger than life Bogsneak guarding her territory with a desperation in her eyes that Ordas had seen in no other and her magics she used to fend him off intrigued him beyond measure. Offering peace, he asked the little dragon to become part of her territory and the lair she planned on having. Agreeing to the terms he set out, he and Ciendrych settled and, for a time it was good. As they expanded the lair, Ordas found a new passion: his hatchlings. Adoring them, he became a mighty father figure, spending most of his time teaching his son Ordin and Cienna magics he had learned, reading to them from safe tomes at Ciendrych's insistence. They were his life. But so was his work and it wasn't long before he was nose deep in tomes, reverently studying in the realization that he had to be strong to protect his brood. It was foolish preparation, one that had him diving into ancient tomes he and Ciendrych had found before she became pregnant and they had settled, the books of magic old and worn and incomplete, forcing Ordas to link and create new pieces which was an asset when their lair was attacked by Belle. It was the rise of an Emperor and the loss of his runt daughter and the trust in Lyre that he would live in executing a ritual that could temporarily inhabit and guide the Emperor away that Ordas spelled his doom as a husk. And while his ritual was successful and did protect his children, his mind shattered in the joining, improperly shielding against the onslaught of a ravenous being, there's no knowing what exactly is left of the previous Ordas. Still, what is left of him shambles about the hall, eternally dedicated to keeping the lair and his family safe. |
❝RELATIONS CEINDRYCH mate the love he had for her is all that keeps him away  CIENNA daughter her future meant more to him than his own  LYRE clan leader he trusted her once... |
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