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Sunday

(#30449867)

Level 7 Skydancer

Irktwine

Bogsneak Puppet

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.3 m

Wingspan

5.48 m

Weight

851.44 kg

Genetics

Bronze
Poison

Sand
Peregrine

Stone
Scales

Hatchday

Jan 29, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 7 Skydancer

EXP: 610 / 11881

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QCK

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Lineage

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Offspring

none

Biography

GET OUT OF HERE, GHOST

Cheirotonia

THERE'S doctors likes Bumbleclaw and Eder, who treat injuries of the corporeal body. There's doctors like Grintorse, who heals injuries of the metaphysical form. And then there's Sunday.

Sunday swoops in like a great big bonepicker after the first two kinds of doctors don't work out. Or even if they would, and the patient just doesn't know it yet -- and never will, on account of Sunday having gotten to them first.

Sunday mends the spirit, or so she says. She claims to have enough Blessing in her to cast even the Shade out with her own two craggly hands, but no one around here'd ever admit to Corruption, much less seek out treatment for it. So, Sunday generally ends up treating a variety of ailments ranging from simple joylessness to arthritis to spiritual possession. That last one tends to be her favourite, given it allows her to showboat the most and draw the largest crowds.

(It may be telling that all of her healing is done in the open air of wherever she happens to find herself at the moment.)

When not thus occupied, Sunday can usually be found orbiting Endicott like a slender, overzealous satellite, putting her hypnotically rhythmic voice to good use by reading the eulogies.

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IMPRESSIONS

The dragon equivalent of a whole flock of sparrows eyeing up a prowling cat from a high perch: tense and ready, but never quite taking flight. When attention is focused elsewhere, her movements are jittery, disconnected; in the limelight, the nervous energy takes second place to her voice: a tolling bell of certainty and command which burrows deep in the minds of those wishing most to believe.

RELATIONSHIPS

ENDICOTT has said outright she doesn't much care for Sunday's antics, but she's also made it clear it's not her place to judge what Sunday gets up to on her own dime. Sunday's happy to pitch in with the eulogising; it's about the most steady work she'll ever get.

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