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Spill

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Level 10 Coatl

Familiar

Coursing Skira

Energy: 48/50

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Length

8.28 m

Wingspan

8.6 m

Weight

1072.24 kg

Genetics

Cyan
Skink

Fuchsia
Spinner

Lemon
Glimmer

Hatchday

Jan 28, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 10 Coatl

EXP: 39 / 27676

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Biography

Spill
Lightning Representative/Chemist
Member of the Aurora Clan

Quiet| Easily Excited | Spontaneous

by @lydocia
Personality

Spill is quite a quiet, reserved dragon, more content to be by himself in his lab than talking to other dragons. He is known for his curious personality and talent for merging chemicals together and achieving the wanted results. He has the uncanny ability to look completely innocent and uninvolved whilst standing in front of large fires and the exploded residue of fizzing mixtures. His clanmates find themselves unable to stay angry at him for breaking things with his experiments and all harsh feelings disappear within a few days, sometimes even hours. Spill is much loved in his clan because of this and often acts similar to a hatchling with his intense curiosity and obsession with discovery. Spill is not particularly kind or considerate of others since he doesn't spend much time around them, but he is also not seem as unkind or selfish, he just doesn't really know how to act in some situations and can say some things that are seem as rude by others. Spill is also a very easily excited dragon. He is excited by the most mundane, simple things such as the brush of the wind through his feathers, or the pop of burning gases and chemicals. He will become overjoyed at each change in any of his experiments and has a tendency to begin dancing about on his back legs at every success. Other dragons find this adorable and will stop in their tracks to watch his odd little movements. These movements usually involve the Coatl stretching and folding his wings three times quickly as he dances about, an expression of pure joy etched on his face. He does attract a little crowd when he dances, but they quickly disappear after he finishes, noting his bashful face as he discovers them. During these dances, Spill is usually completely focused on whatever has caused his joy and pays no heed to the others around him until minutes after his joy first surfaced. Like many of his Subspecies, Spill has no regard for safety and ignores all rules about wearing goggles and gloves when mixing ingredients or setting noxious gases alight. His lab is always empty, leaving him in silence, mostly because his clanmates fear for their lives when they are in his close proximity. When Spill is around others, he is always quiet, never saying very much. He seems to go by the 'Do not speak unless spoken to' expression and even when spoken to, will give short, stunted answers. The only dragon that Spill has been known to talk to is his mate, a fiery Coatl whose personality matches his own in more ways than one. She is the one dragon that he really responds to, the only dragon that Spill has ever been observed actually having a conversation with. She shares his fearlessness and stark determination. This was her main attraction to the Coatl, she wasn't put off by his need for discovery.

Backstory

Spill grew up in a medium sized clan. The members bonded together quite well, each knew the others and got along reasonably well. His mother had been an escapee from the Alchemist Labs, fleeing to this clan in hopes of finding a new life, a better life to raise a family and continue her research. Spill grew up in her small, squished lab with his father straying back from the countless experiments. Spill loved the labs, spending much of his time within them, learning all that there was to know about the chemicals his mother used before his eyes. To him, she was like a dancer. Sweeping elegantly across the work space as if she was floating. Her eye stingingly bright scales dazzled him as she swerved and dipped, pouring mixtures against each other like it was magic. Spill loved to watch her, loved the mystery of it all, the buzz in the air when potions popped and chemicals burned through the air. Th sound was his lullaby, the smell that nicest he could ever imagine. It was the smell of homeliness, since he hadn't known much more. Spill scarcely left the lab, happy to help his mother with her projects. He did still see his father often and was not always in the lab. Spill also developed a liking for the outside world, though not as much as he love done lab. The Coatl did enjoy walks through the Lightning fields, watching the huge, majestic spires be struck by thick ropes of energy, streaking soundlessly from the sky, only to hit each spire with an almost chiming clash. Spill would spend some time walking amongst these huge spores, each one amazing min in its immensity, each more stunning than the last. Spill figured out quickly that the Lightning was drawn to the spires, whether this was because of what it was made of or the result of some other factor, he wasn't sure. The Coatl was determined to conduct his own experiments to find out. This was the first big challenge that Spill undertook, and, at his request, he was aided by his mother. She helped him establish his tests and suggested ways in which to efficiently carry each one out. It took weeks of testing and manipulating natural energies into Lightning for Spill to come to his conclusion, but when he eventually did, the Coatl was thrilled. He understood then why his mother always seemed to dance as she worked, and then, he danced himself. It was a great feeling, having completed his very first project even with help. To this day, this memory sticks far forward in his mind, reminding him of his very first success and the incredible feeling that rushed through his body with its completion. Spill spends time thinking over this memory a lot, realising more and more how much of an impact it had on his life, realising that it was what really kickstarted his love of Chemistry and experimentation.

When Spill finally came to the decision to leave his birthclan, he knew immediately that he would go to the lands of the Arcanist. There was a strange pull around the Arcane lands, an odd mystery in the magic filled stories surrounding it. Spill was attracted to this magic, the possibilities that lay in experiments he was yet to conduct. He constructed som plans in his spare time, plans to help him solidify his decision and make sure it was something he wanted to do. The journey would be long, a travel across all of Sornieth. Yet, this fact did not put him off. The thought of arriving in the Arcane Lands, of looking up at those huge pink spines of glistening crystal, of feeling the probing, lively jump of magic darting through the air around him made the Coatls scales quiver with longing. He wanted to be there, he wanted to feel it all, see it all. In that moment, Spills mind was made up. The next few days passed in a blur of preparation. Spill wants to take as many notes and scrolls as possible, wanting his mothers research with him as a guide in this strange new world he was walking into. She was more than happy to help him prepare, offering important facts that he should add to his list, preparing the Coatl for his long journey. As he was about to leave, she told him a secret, something she had not shared with anyone else. She told him why she had been locked away in that lab. Spill listened intently as she relayed the information about the Subspecies he had born into; The Alchemical Spills, the greatest alchemists ever to exist. Spill had already thought that his mother was the best Alchemist ever, and this new information only cemented this idea further in his mind. He listened closely as she spoke, remembering every word, each fact seared into his brain. The Coatl felt as if a new world had opened for him, a world of exploring and experimentation. As his mother finished, any doubts that he had had evaporated. Spill was ready to leave, ready to find his way in the world, ready to begin his own life. He left just hours after this conversation, brimming with questions that he had yet to find out. The Coatl looked down at his small bag, hanging just below his front right paw. It contained all of the Scrolls he could fit in it, most of his experimentation results so far and a few plans for what to do next. His thick jacket felt heavy on his back. Flying wasn't something that Spill was used to doing a lot of, so he was expecting some pain soon. The Coatl grinned to himself, still unable to believe that he was actually doing it, that he was actually on his way to a new life, his own lab, his own clan.

A New Start

Spill arrived in the Arcane lands late in the evening, exhausted from his long flight all the way from the territory of the StormCatcher. His wings ached constantly now and, as much as the Coatl wanted to find a clan, he was forced to rest on a Crystal. His sleep was long, lasting all through the late evening and inti the night. He dreamed of his journey so far, what he had already seen, what he hoped to see next. When Spill awoke early the next morning, he felt refreshed and energised, ready for the day. His wings ached like a background noise, constant yet ignorable, something irritating that he could bear. Soon, the Coatl spotted a clan, nestled on one of the Arcanist's many floating islands. He shook his feathers, ridding himself of all fatigue, and **** towards the island, eager to meet some new dragons. The Coatl was nervous as he landed, looking about at the various dragons going through their duties. Spill felt around to the bag at his side and trudged onwards, into the midst of the clan. A while later, Spill unpacked his things within his new lab. He thought about his conversation with the Matriarch. They had been very welcoming, eager almost to accept him into the clan. The Coatl flicked his tail at this thought. He had done it! He filled the cabinets of the Lab with his assorted chemicals, careful to keep their stoppers in place. So far, he was the only Chemist, the only Alchemical Spill dragon too. It seemed to him that there were not very many of his kind, despite what his mother had told him of their numbers. His first few day in the clan were spent in solicitude, preparing his chemicals and sorting all of his possessions into a recognisable order. When Spill did eventually emerge into the light, he was greeted warmly by his clanmates. They seemed happy enough to meet him, smiling and making small talk for the first short while. It didn't take them long to notice Spills lack of conversational skills, and soon enough he was left alone again. The real reason that he had emerged from the Lab was to collect some new ingredients for experimentation purposes. The Coatl was anxious to perform tests on some of the Arcane plant life, to see what he could find out about them and their uses. He had planned out a few small scale experiments, nothing to big to start with. Spill wandered through the clan, filling up his pouch and returning to the Lab to run tests. He spent weeks doing only this, and then decided to explore the territory. That was how he met his mate.

Crackle

One day, when Spill was out testing levels of magic in the air, he came across a female Coatl. Her black scales and electric black eyes were dazzling, making Spill stop in his path. He noticed that there was an odd crackling energy surrounding her; an energy associated with those born to the Lightning Flight. He figured that she was a Lightning Representative, going mostly from her looks and the amount of Lightning energy she held. Almost instantly, he fell for her. The sky Coatl watched as she locked her eyes upon him, those shining luminescent pools instantly cryptical of him. Her expression relaxed as he dropped his eyes, moving on to his work once more. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he became aware of her presence beside him. He almost leapt out of his scales, skittering backwards like a terrified mouse. The female made a sound similar to a snort of laughter, and then introduced herself as Crackle. Spill stood wordlessly, listening as she talked about herself, explaining her role and who she was. He wondered why she was showing such interest in him, why she had even bothered to turn his way. When it came to his turn to speak, the male was incredibly hesitant. Each third word seemed to stick in his throat, and as he finally finished, he noticed she didn't seem even a little bored with him, or frustrated with his stunted speech. Crackle had smiled and offered to show him the clan, an offer which he accepted with a slow nod. As he spent time with the female, he noticed more things about her. As a Chemist, it was in his nature to be observant, and he was especially so as they walked. She made small talk with Spill, and for once he found he was not short of voice. Over the next few days, the two saw each other more and more, becoming closer by the hour and eventually becoming mates. As Crackles mate, Spill had to become joint Lightning representative with her, meaning that he would have to go to the gatherings with each Flight on a monthly basis. Crackle began to teach Spill properly how to speak, lecturing him on the best ways to respond to tight topics. Spill enjoyed when she taught him, it made him love her even more. The Coatl soon found out however that Representative was not her only job. Crackle was also the clans Familiar Tamer. Her cave was full of the creatures, each one named and with its own special place. At first, Spill was hesitant around them, jumping whenever they came near him. Familiars were not something that he was used to. The Clan became Spill's long term home, a place that he grew to love almost as much as he loved his mate. He continues spending extended periods of time in his lab, but unlike his mother, he also spends lot of time outdoors and enjoying the surroundings.

By Kiradog234

Alchemical Spill - Lightning Subspecies

Deep in the intensive laboratories of the Stormcatcher, one poor intern made a mistake, which happened to be “accidentally whacking the very important table over.” The resulting explosion of chemicals and latent electrical energy forever stained-- and changed-- the rest of the interns in the lab room. They were temporarily vaulted away for subsequent testing. None seemed too radically different, save for their rather rambunctious complaining and vibrant coloration... until the altered interns were allowed back into the chemistry laboratory to continue their research.

Easily excited by otherwise-normal phenomenon (and more interested in research than personal space), the Alchemical Spills soon outpaced their research and began mixing chemicals with more and more fervor, leading to the discovery of their seemingly-chemical-immune scales. However, while their chemistry work was dangerous, it was also brilliant; as such, the dragons were sequestered into their own lab room and given free reign.
The Alchemical Spills finally broke free of their singular chemistry lab after another of their (quite regular) mishaps, and spread into the world… presumably to keep doing their research and to wreak havoc with their chemistry.

Alchemical Spills work best in the lab, whether that be as a chemist, an alchemist, or the less-common chemical engineer. They take great joy in mixing things together (most that shouldn’t be mixed) and melting things down. Making elements and compounds shift states of matter is also quite fascinating.

Because of their complete disregard for lab safety and personal safety, these dragons don’t often get any field experience in the Coliseum. Besides, they spend every waking hour of their day in the laboratory, and every sleeping hour of their day… drinking caffeine instead of actually sleeping.

Spills typically wear only what they can make. Their social skills are usually swallowed by test tubes, however, the Alchemical Spills do have an uncanny bond with the different types of residue.

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