Mania

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Mania is one of the five elite warriors of the Kurokage clan. He is a vicious, intense and scary dragon. He is very loyal, and will give his life to protect the other members of the clan. He is one of the best fighters around, and uses his cleaver with deadly force. Most dragons are a bit scared of him, and for good reason. He doesn’t always think before he acts.
Mania is a sarcastic and rude dragon. He says things as they are, and tends to make comments that aren’t that funny. He is slightly awkward around others, and really doesn’t like socializing very much. Since he was little, dragons have been afraid of him. At first it would bother him, but now he seems to have accepted, and even embraced, that fact. Although many fear him, he is actually loyal and truly loves those in his clan.
Mania grew up in a mercenary clan. Basically, others would hire the members to do various jobs. They didn’t care what they did, only that they got paid. From the time Mania was old enough to hold a sword, his parents and others in the clan trained him to fight. He excelled in this, and quickly surpassed all the other hatchlings. Soon, he was going on jobs with his parents, and at a young age he had become a master killer. Even other deadly dragons in the clan avoided and feared him. As he got older, he began doing jobs on his own, and many clients sought him out, for he had become one of the deadliest dragons in the clan. And he never, ever failed an assignment.

Time had passed, and Mania was just returning from a long assignment. But the sight that met his gaze made his blood go cold. Dead dragons lay rotting all about his home. The place had been ransacked and pillaged, and every single dragon had been slaughtered. He couldn’t imagine how strong the clan was that took down his, for his clan was an incredibly strong clan. He silently went through the leftover things, gathering some to take with him.

Although he was somewhat sad about losing the only family he had ever known, he adapted well. He continued to rent himself out as a mercenary, killing and stealing for others in return for treasure. He used the opportunity to travel all over Sornieth, and saw many incredible things. As time increased, he found himself missing the closeness of living in another clan. So, he decided to try and find a new clan to join. He visited many clans, but none were very accepting of him. He was an odd one, that's for sure. Most clans he found were scared of him, and didn’t do much fighting. He soon grew annoyed at the prospect of finding others that would accept him, and resigned to the fate of being alone.

One day, while Mania was travelling through the lightweavers territory, he heard the sounds of a vicious battle. His curiosity getting the better of him, he followed the sounds and smells of death until he came upon a small group of dragons fighting viciously with another larger group. Despite a clear lack of manpower, the small group held their own, fighting bravely against the other, not suffering loss, but dealing plenty themselves. Looking over to what the light clan was defending, he saw a small, fluffy brown tundra tied up, looking very concerned. Through more observation, it became clear that the fighting group was working to get the tundra back.

He liked this brave group of dragons, and since they were so vastly outnumbered, decided to go down and help them out a bit. The dragons were shocked, but gladly accepted his help. With him there, they quickly drove the other dragons to retreat, and they untied the poor shaken tundra.

Once they freed their friend, the two guardians turned toward Mania.

“You really saved us.” The light blue dragon said, giving him a warm smile. “Thank you.”

“What’s your name??” The other guardian, a dark blue and red male, asked gruffly.

“Mania.” He answered shortly, studying the others. Along with the guardians, there was a brown tundra in a lion mask, as well as a blue pearlcatcher. And of course the little brown tundra who had been captured.

The blue female guardian, Sapphire, told him the story of how the tundra, Tsuchi, got captured. Then, they inquired about him.

“Well, I am a mercenary. I travel around and take on whatever job you need.” Mania answered.

“Do you not belong to a clan?” Specter questioned, eyeing the young wildclaw.

“Uhh, I used to. But they were killed, and since then i haven’t found a clan that accepts me. Most fear me. So no, I gave up trying to join a clan long ago.”

Specter grinned evilly. “Well,” he smirked. “I think our clan might suit you just fine. I am the leader, and you will find half the dragons who call the Kurokage clan home are just as scary and crazy as you are. I think you’ll like it, and I will gladly accept you into the family.”

Mania stood silent for a minute, contemplating whether to go or not. Finally, he answered. “Very well. I will try it out. No promises though.”

“That’s good enough for me.” Specter grinned. “Let’s go!”

It took a couple weeks to travel to the Rotrock Rim where the Kurokage clan was located. By the time the group reached their destination, Mania found he got along well with Specter, as well as Hikari, the pearlcatcher. He had grown to like the little group of dragons, and learned a lot about them. And never once did they act scared of him. It felt nice.

Once they arrived, Specter gave him a tour of their home. He had to admit, the place was impressive. Massive rooms were carved out of stone, and a spectacular greenhouse overtook the center of the lair. Here, every living thing he knew of grew under the loving care of the gardeners. The dragons who inhabited the place were all kinds. Some were deadly looking and creepy, others were outgoing and friendly. He felt welcome and immediately at home with the mismatched dragons.

A few weeks later, he decided to stay, and was appointed as one of the Elite Warriors. He was proud of his new job, and had become good friends with the other deadly warriors he worked with. He had finally found a place to call home.

• Has eliminate
• Bought for 2.500g
• Constellation gene 1.200g