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Personal Style
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Length
3.46 m
Wingspan
6.51 m
Weight
411.15 kg
Genetics
Carmine
Tiger
Tiger
Charcoal
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Blend
Tarnish
Peacock
Peacock
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Level 3 Skydancer
EXP: 231 / 1401
STR
9
AGI
9
DEF
9
QCK
9
INT
10
VIT
9
MND
10
Biography
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Saaeriel
Vagabond
Chaotic Neutral
"And as my kingdom crumbles around me, I only feel relief"
likes/dislikes strengths/weaknesses clan members you dislike/distrust? familial ties within arvensis: Cebra, Regen, Ylana what motivates them? what scares them? what makes them happy? fun quirks/stories about them Kind of emo. She identifies more with Earth flight than the Plague flight she was born into, or the Nature flight she's in now. She feels lost, and Earth literally grounds her. She loves her Crumbling Goblin familiar like nothing else. Skydancers aren’t meant to be vagabonds. They’re supposed to be loyal to their home; at the very least a clan and its respective Flight. There is constant scouting work for her kind to do, for there are always dragons who need to be spied on and thus there is always a demand for prying Skydancers. Of course, they are the best of the best, who else would you hire? Saaeriel had a home, yet… her birthplace isn’t where things are born, it’s there things to go die. The Wyrmwound is an oxymoron, it is the living and breathing Plaguebringer, who only counts for a member of active dragonkind as her heart hasn’t stopped. And that’s if the Plaguebringer has a heart to speak of. Everything around her withers, including the dragons that follow her. So in her own eyes, she didn’t truly have a place to call ‘home’, but what about work? Again and again she is reminded: the underbelly of society is eager for scouts. The corners have set up bulletin boards that advertise renditions of lost scoundrels with their bounty and then there are the several requests for a scout to meet the buyer in a specific area at a specific time to discuss business matters. She knew where it was, everyone did, and even if there were sheltered dragons, Plague is the least likely to beat around the bush. No time like the present when you could fall to illness at any moment, right? Even still, she doesn’t do it. Saaeriel prefers to keep to the ground, in between clans, and for awhile she truly was lost. There was a time, back when she could actually stomach the Scarred Wasteland, she found someone, and in all that gooey sappy mushiness, she thought it was time for her to settle down. He was nice. She was relatively nice too. They could be nice together. A few days after this realization, she and her clanmates woke up to someone’s unabashed sobbing. Several of the younger dragons, they were probably around Raconteur’s own age, had pinned the Skydancer against a crack in the ground. His wings were stuck there, but the rest of his body was practically free, it wouldn’t have been too much of a struggle to get himself out. She couldn’t understand why the guy she liked was crying about it. Nearly about to storm off into her den, completely ashamed of liking some weakling, what stopped her was was a sudden gurgling sound. Something was inside of the gap the kids had pinned Raconteur against. The kids giggled just as the pus shot out and burned him again. She barely spoke when she arrived at the Reedcleft Ascent, thankful to have found a tiny clan where she could breathe. However - no rest for the wicked - one day, he arrived too. Raconteur and Saaeriel don’t talk much anymore. It had been years since she felt the Plague flight, and after they had crossed paths more times than she’d like to admit. Going from clan to clan, one would think they'd interact with whatever was familiar, but he had never approached her. If he even noticed her, he didn’t make any note of it, and one of them was off to leave before they had to time to seriously address the others’ presence. This time it was different, though. His arrival was made very obvious, and these dragons she lived with were a bunch of gossips. He still had to wear bandages on his wings from what the kids did to him, it had been a few years and over the shared clans they never got better, but she had figured that eventually--? Such is fate. Of course her past would catch up to her when she was about to leave again. This clan was the final stretch to her, one last rest until she got her way to Dragonhome. But did she want to go alone? |
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